The Detroit times., 1913-07-26

News did not contend never a day
but what, in and out of the shabby
old shop, some shy countryman did
not stray to relate the district news,
to ask favor or confirm some rumor.
Curran had inherited all this, and GU
riously. with all his dilettante indraw-
ing and worldly sOphistication, had
delighted in IL. In her driyings TO
lonely districts on school visits the
lady superintendent found this insist
ent interest: The News editor,
what was he doing or saying?
When she related this Curran had
laughed carelessly just as he laughed
when Janet had urged him TO run for
Congress: just as he had laughed,
running his blued fingers ruefully
through his hair. when she asked OF
his plans for the abortive Inland En-
pre- Miss Vance. in the case of Mr.
Curran usually concluded by going
on and disregarding him.
IL suppose he put in now, on
Arne's never-ending satire OF county
affairs, I'll have TO shay along with
the old town alone. You boys off to
college. and Janet visiting the district
schools Christmas-wholl be home
Christmas" He appealed TO Harlan
ingenuously.
June for me, III run down TO
Washington for Christmas at the seu'
ator's."
Wiley slowly considered Senator
Fairchid, cousin of Mrs. Van Hart,
one-time cabinet officer. intimate Of
the president. most powerful figure
81 Q In
", for a country judges son. the mere
relating OF dinner at Fairchilds be-
spoke fattering future Harlan was,
indeed, the son OF fortune.
But again Arne growled Fairchild
was one red rag in the faces of the
states political rebels; he was one
with the gigantic financial interests
that dominated his party. Already his
reelection was bitterly opposed.
Eat that dinner. SON. roared the
farmer-student It'll be the last one
for that old cuss as senator, The
governors crowdll get him, | tell
you you fellows ought to get an ear
to the ground Here Wiley sits in his
old shop kicking off fourdollar JOB
for the Gem restaurant when he ought
to be out among the people. Here's
Harlan getting through law and then
hanging out for some picayune case
Old Thad Tanner throws MIN to keep
him lined up with the old guard. In
few years he'll be fat and married,
driving car around town, never
hair sweated and-respectable on,
lord ,"-Arne smote his hard fists to-
gether-"never rough and tumble
fight in your life, was there. Harlan
Harlan smiled. That sort OF thing
was not for the Van Harris.
You ought TO come up to Wisconsin
instead OF going East. That Harvard
graft is all right for law, but you
want to catch the new spirit or the
new times. Sometime up there In the
North I'd like you TO climb the hill
with me and see the fellows from the
COW college fight to get into Carmack &
lectures on political science. | say.
fight TO get in, Camack's the faculty
chap the regents would fire If they
dared But tell you every man who
comes out of the class room is a po-
htica missionary against the old or
der. You ought TO hear those young
professors talk-that's the stuff for
the West"
Wiley's eyes were on the two. Both
native sons OF the Midlands. one bronz-
ed with the soil. lean with his ardors;
the other healthily pink. the beauty
of Galahad, the pure nurture OF his
fathers Victorian standards-of the
two he loved Harlan better. There
was about him a completion. he was
a product OF an America era done;
the other was I'm the tysvail in the max
ing. But he could visualize all OF
Arne's cutlery. He himself, In the
years, had seen the epic or
the old West close; he had mingled
the wine OF his life with 1t. But now
the new land was here, the stately
cities rising. the ordered nobleness or
form. That was the meaning OF the
cry and tumult, the fuller democracy;
the West had seen and caught the
vision; and Curran. the Celtic roman
ticist, could feel the splendor.
(Continued)