The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1913-11-27
CHARLES E~NNEYJACkSON
-. TIE MYW SOULS, ny BROTHERS


lALLFCN CfC. &c.
Lsi2. The BotAs-lkenM caaPaa@
was taking her on exultantly, now. by
the trail down through the laurel ana
boulders which led to the end OF the
street back of Curran's house. She
was frightened; she had never seen
him 80 ardent, 20 rehellious.
Tonight r. h cried-"oh, Harlan
my dress!"
ITS a dear little dress.'
Her hand went to the flower in her
hair: she WIS dumb before his resolu-
ton.
Dor. touch 1t. It's a bit Of flame
Just you" He laughed. This was
have done long ago! All his life had
been without secrecy or reproach; and
now. to take his sweetheart by the
hand and go down buoyantly to the
town to face them all! How easy 1t
was under the wttchery OF the Septem-
Der moon!
They were both laughing. ~nervously
yet with happiness, when he lifted her
down the last rock among h night
damp leaves n burst through the
grape tangle to the street, crossing
at their reflections. They were COM
ing to the first houses. the lamp in
the window, and somewhere h muir
muir of voices from neighbors visiting
on the lawns-his people, kind and
true people. They should be her people
now. This was the beautiful answer
he would make to conventions and
curious eyes and tongues-to take her
by the hand and lead her among them.
Love was enough; love was alI-and
they should see!
They came about the corner of the
old News building. On the platform
walk a man stood who was staring off
so strangely above the sugar trees OF
the Square that Harlan did not, at
first, recognize Wiley Curran himself.
from the nights mail; at his feet, in
the moonlight, lay an envelop, and In
his hand was the key-ring with which
he always opened his letters.
Harlan drew his sweetheart on. But
not until they were directly before Cur
ran did the latter appear to notice
them. Then he stared down at the
opened letter in his hand and mutter-
ed: The girls got it-wait till the DID
town hears thats"
"Wiley?"
Hello. Harlan" responded Wiley
absentiy. Then his black eye fell upon
Aurelie- He started. IVY. how did
you known"
She looked puzzled at him. "By
George!" the editor roared: did you
hand frantically and shook 1t. Miss
Lindstrom-it's the greatest thing that
ever hit the old town."
She had nc Idea what he meant.
Harlan i~nterposed. Whats the mat
ter, Wiley?"
Don't you know? Then what the
mischief are you bringing her here for?'
The ditor shook the letter before them.
''This?"
"Aurelie? why we don't know any
thing cure talking about? What?"
.Aurelie." went on the editor,
She continued to stare at him. you
got it," cried Curran. 1.-THE Sunday
editor of the Chicago Chronicle wrote
me this-he wants a column Of dope
about you. They'll print your picture
the prize winner!"
Prize winner!" Harlan shouted.
You're crazy! How did the Chronicle
get her picture?"
IT sent 1t to EN- Last spring when
the Chicago paper started this beauty
contest, Vawter, the photographer, and
were looking over h a bunch Of high
school pictures-the Junior bunch. And
we sent three Of 'e1n-just for ducks
we entered three of 'em! The Mills
girl and Elsie Dickinson-and Aurelie's.
And Aurelie's won IT."
Harlan stood paling before him.
'Elsie-and Aurelie! The picture?
What picture? I never saw any pic
ture!"
"It was a peach. Sort OF Spanish.
with lilacs in her hair! Vawter caught
something in 1t that was tndescribable."
He started again at Aurelie, hungrily,
fascinated, as II seeking the thing that
men woul call beautiful in her. "why.
girl. / never looked at you before
never thought you were so-so-good-
looking!"
Harlan tore the letter from his hand
and was reading 1t.
The editor looked at the girls mute
and puzzled face. THE most beautiful
girl in the west-thats the way they'll
spring 1t! The syndicate-thirty Of the
biggest papers In the United States
will publish the picture, and twenty
million people will see It'll" He danced
up and down.. "Aurelie, you little
madcap. you'll be the most famous
woman In the country!"
Still she looked at her lover expect
antly, uncomprehending.
Harlan seemed gasping for breath.
Their he crushed the letter and slam
med It at the editors feet. "Aurelie-
her picture! You big Tanned fool.
Wiley! Her %picture!"
And SEEING Aurelie by the hand, he
whtrled about and dragged her after
him from the sidewalk. The editor
continued to watch them until they
We're lost In the sugar-tree shade of
High street, still like M bereft Of his
senses Even the startling idea Of the
judges son and Old Michigan's girl
coming from a tryst down Eagle Point
trail to town together could not awak-
en- him.. After a while he muttered:
The most beautiful woman in Amer
ica-maybe the whole world! Biggest
thing ever hit the old town since Jay
Smith killed himself up above the First
National bank! AureIe, the beauty
prize winner!"
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