Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1913-08-12

found herself, as of old. going with
him laughingly up the path back of the
/ shop. i%
I'm not dead failure!" he declar-
ed. '1f only a man comes to have a
| sense of his place and work somehow
! thin5s appear brilliantly easy. You see,
Lefore never stopped to inquire any
thing. Life appears simple enough to
man who has but two shirts-he
takes off one and puts on the other!
And that's all I've been doing here in
Rome. Janet-till now"
"Ana now?" Her serene glance was
on him as they reached the crest by
/, the fence. He suddenly caught her
hand and lifted 1t to point away over
the town, the twilight country, the
/ yelled immensity of night Here, there,
a lamp shone in a house; distantly a
light twinkled, and far off on the still
land one caught yet another. r
Their homes" Wiley whispered
i theirs! The people whom you wish
me to go to-the rough-coated and ST.
lent farmers driving into town, telling
\ away, but thinking. too. You wanted me
4 to go among them, tell them that L
/ Curran of the News, was Of them, and
would fight for them II they would let
him That what they believed in and
honored, he believed in and honored
Janet, stop here every night on my
/ way up from the shop and draw in the
air-this fine air Of the country, and
watch the lights come out In those far
off farms on the hillsides, and a vision
comes to me of them all-their homes
and lives and destinies. see 1t all and
understand, and it's as If they were
| calling meas If there were work and
1 place for mel"
Janet nodded slowly. Her fond smile
came. So well she knew him! 1t had to
be that way with him-an appeal to his
imagination, his heart, his undefeat-
able and simple romance. Well, so
4 good. She would be practical for him;
she would find the way. He stopped
now with a sudden rueful curiosity.
What's this hear about you being
! asked to go out and speak in the ma
tional campaign for women's suffrage
the big fight in some Of the states?"
Il was asked" Janet looked away.
It had been an anticipation come true.
She had had her eyes on wider hori-
IONS; she had felt the supreme pleas
ure of efficiency, of power recognized.
She went on calmly: But declined
1t, Wiley, this year."
He was watching her face in the
dusk. II know why" he retorted
abruptly. 1T was to stay here and help
me-" .i
"Yes." .,. ..... a.
| He was silent. Some consciousness
of her bigness, of the RI ness of her
life, was finding its way INTO his vi
sion. 1t was portion of his new de-
light in all this buoyant modernity,
| just as he had awakened to kinship
with the Midlanders, stern with the
sense of patient and long endured
wrongs, and needing leadership. His
esthete's indrawing, his dabbling with
art and affairs, had got him nothing;
life had rebuffed him, but now he had
come upon realness. Janet suddenly
typified all this; he saw her and with
her all women as the new enfranchis-
ed companions of men, the efficient
helpers and counselors.
by George!" he broke out You're
coming on so grandly, Janet! I always
4 guessed at 1t, but you've grown So!
'Way-'way beyond mel"
Most men are in a state of arrested
development in their view Of women,
she answered, "playthings to be pos
companion, reliant, helpful, demand
ing freedom, extending it-I thought
Wiley, you would grow to see that,
too" ...
Yes, yes" he cried, "I can!" He
was fired with her largeness, her
faiths. But she left him to go home
with a trace of playful cynicism.
IF you will only keep the oncoming
way, Wiley!" She shook her head
But, tomorrow, I'll find you back
again, the old indolent chap-Currar
of the News.
He waved an ardent protest. When
; Aunt Abby came home from the Con-
gregational Sewing Circle, where she
was loved for her helpfulness, and re-
proved for her tolerance of Mr.. Cur
rams beer drinking, she found hin
staring out at the starlit country.
"Aunty," he murmured, why de
you suppose I never make any mon
ey?"
/, Some men jest have 1t in 'em, WI.
ley; and some jest run country pa.
pers" She took off her black and Law.
, ender cap, but powdered her nose agair
=, for she had only waddled home to ge
his supper and then she would be of
q once more to assist at church social
O AS she cooked, her nose grew redder
and when she was done with Wiley:
o supper, she powdered it again. 1t wa:
O mortifying indeed to a good rotunt
, lady, who knew that when she came tt
y The Circle to join in the rejuvenatinf
of small Congregational pants" fo
r. the home missionary box, there would
be a sniff or two, for some way Of
h other the fragrance Of Mr.. Curran'
4 shameless beer drinkings would clint
n to her still He had bad way of hid
ing the bottles in her clothes closet o.
q among her bonnet boxes, and theI
q roaring abominably when her nose, ol
q Sewing Circle nights, took the sympa
thetic hue of his own.
a THAT limb, Wiley T." she woul'
plead to the church people. But, sis
ters, the Lord has been putting VI
with him for forty years, and I CUES
a until He forbids, shall tool"
, THAT limb, Wiley T." knew vaguel!
= that he owed much to this loyal cham
:, pionship in circles he did not enter
just as he did to Janet Vance and he