The Washington herald., 1913-08-10
CHAPTER vIu-Continued.

the man she. should marry must bull
up with the county men at least. Arne
back from his eager drinking of eco
nomic revolt at the most radical col
lege of the West, was already listened
10, but Wiley's paper-well, it wa
only the News barking away as it ha'
. done since abolition days! The count.
was used to that.
Yet Janet had a peculiar sense o
his closeness to all that prosy lie o.
the countryside. Never a losing griev
ance of the farmers for which TIT
News did not contend; never da,
but what, in and out of the shabby ole
shop, some shy countryman did no
stray to relate the district news, to ash
a favor or confirm some rumor. Cur
ran had inherited all this, and curious
ly, with all his dilettante in drawing anc
worldly sophistication, had delighted
in it. In her drivings to lonely district:
on school visits the lady superintend.
ent found this insistent interest. 'Tht
News editor" what was he doing OF
saying?
When she related this, Curran hac
laughed carelessly; just as he laughed
when Janet urged him TO run for Con,
gress; just as he had laughed, running
his blued fingers ruefully through hi:
hair, when she asked of his plans fol
the abortive Inland Empire. Mis-.
Vance, in the case OF Mr.. Curran, usI.
ally concluded by going on and disre-
garding him.
Il suppose" he put in now, or
Arne's never-ending satire of county
affairs. Il have to shag along with the
old town alone. You boys off to col
lege, and Janet visiting the district
schools. Chri>tmas-who'll be home
Christmas He appealed to Harlan
ingenuously
June for me. I'll run down to
Washington for Christmas at the Sen
ator's"
Wiley slowly considered. Senator
Fairchild, cousin OF Mrs. Van Hart,
one-time Cabinet officer, intimate OF
the President. most powerful figure
from the West at Washington. Surely
for county judges son, the mere re-
lating of dinner at Fairchild's bespoke
fattering future. Harlan was, in
deed. the son OF fortune.
But again Arne growled. Fairchild
was the red rag in the face 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 I'LL be tn : last one
for that old cuss as SENATOR The
Governors crowd'll get him! | tell
You YOU fellows ought to get an ear to
the ground. Here Wiley sits in his
old shop kicking off four-dollar 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 him 10 keep
him lined up with the old guard. In
few years he'll be fat and married,
driving d car around Town. never /.
hair sweated and-respectable! Oh.
lord r'-Arne Smote his hard fists to-
gcther-'never a 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 10 WiScon-
sin instead of going East That Har-
ward graft is all right for law. but you
want 10 catch the new spirit of the
new times. Sometime Up there in the
North, Id like you to climb the hill
with me and see the fellows from the
COW college fight to get into CarmacRs
lectures on political science / say,
fight to get in! Carmack'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-
litical missionary against the old or
der. You ought to hear those young
professors talk-thats the stuff for the
Westp
Wiley's eyes were on the two Both
native sons OF the Midlands, one
bronzed with the soil, lean with his
ardors; the other healthily pink, the
beauty of a Galahad. the pure nurture
OF his fathers Victorian standards-of
the two he loved Harlan bette:. There
wa about him a completion, he was a
product OF an American era done; the
other was i'll III. travail of the making.
But ne could visualize all of Arne's
outcry. He himself in the wandering
years had seen the epic of the cid
West close: he had mingled the wine
of his life with il. Bat now the new
land was here, the stately cities rising,
the ordered nobleness of form. That
was the meaning of the cry and til
mutt. the fuller democracy; the West
had seen and caught the vision; and
Curran. the Celtic romancist, could feel
the splendor
"'You shall seek the truth. and the
truth shall make you free; that is
what they tell us up there" went on
Arne. I've lain in bed after bucking
all night on soii-tests and economic
history. and listened to the young men
going up the hill to Carmack's lectures
the young men up the hill in the
snow at 7 o'clock! And when he de-
clared that the spirit of socialism was
the spirit of every good thing the
world was fighting for; when he told
them TO go out and preach the recall
and the State control or wealth-Tve
heard them shout, and others going up
the hill took up the shout. That's
what we're getting, along with soil
culture and forest preservation and
law and engineering-I tell you it
sounds like the march of a new civ
tramp of the young men
going up the hill"
Harlan listened with his detached
and friendly smile. He remembered
last week stopping Arne in the post
office with forecast of the Yale-Har-
ward football season. but the Western
student had not seemed to hear-per-
haps he was filled with his vision of |
the Young men going up the hill seek
ing the vision of the New America
the truth that should make men free.
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