The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1913-12-11
Charles E~NNEYJACKSON
80 THE M0FSOULS. NY BROTHERS


Aurelie's fortune. But maybe 1t meant
a. job. Lord knows we need II. John
laid up with his arm and Albert not
workin' steady. Maybe Aurelie would
get q job In the News office, but Lord
knows what would happen to 9 g,rl
shifted on to the neighbor woman. and
Aurelie marched on with vast pride.
Not all the beauty of the October sun
level from the hills against the hligree
of red and gold hung against n Gilt
face could stir this beaten labor woman
of the cities. Lord knows Aurelie'n
get us all In the papers. Amt my mar
had enough hard luck without this?
Aurelie went on. a slender scarlet
figure on the leaf-carpeted creek road.
She wilfully passed the bridge to Cross
Sinsinawa on the messy stones among
the rushing water, A red squirrel scold-
ed her from the willows and =
charged him laughingly, her breath
quick in the keen air, her eyes bright
with delightful freedom. And while the
squirrel barked his Indignation from q
safe tree, she laughed again, and then
suddenly remembered that she was try
ing to be miserable, and yet rebelling
against 1t with all her. pride.
When she came to the neat houses
Of High street the ayes OF early house,
wives, airing their rugs. caught her
gipsy figure; they whispered to The
household, and noses fiattened against
the panes to watch her pass Already,
despite Mr.. Curran's effort to hold the
story for the Sunday papers, the town
|notoriety. It was aghAst. 1t was In
c%redulous; but when h passed 1t ran
to see and whispered. When h neared
the square and passed q shop where the
cheerful anvils rang, h was conscious
that the work stopped and III smiths
came out Of the blue haze In their
leather aprons to stare after her.
when a farm wagon came along, heaped
with frosted corn, the hired man hailed
her, and when she passed IN Hub
Clothing store, a dapper clerk called,
Hello, Aurelie!" And all the other
clerks and the proprietor gathered open
mouthed to whisper. q.
marched on into the News office. The
editor arose hastily and stared at her.
Then he sighed and came to her with
his hand out. "Aurelie, ] see II now!"
"What?" she asked t~nnocently.
"The beauty winner! oh, we're o lot
of. chumps around his OLD town; Here
you grew up among US and nobody ever
suspected. You're the most beautiful
girl I ever saw"
She sat down perplexedly. Jim Minis.
the tramp printer, toothless and whisky
soaked, grinned at her over his case.
Aleck, the press boy, stopped his work:
RUDE Van Hart, the broken down ball
stove, lifted his derby awkwardly:
Morning. Aurelie."
All the world seemed radiant with
friendliness. The editor had her hand
and refused to drop II. His eyes were
bright with eagerness.,
Right here In my old shop" ne sara,
"is Cinderella" =
She looked seriously at him. She had
never known anybody like Wiley T.
Curran. He seemed like a man VINO
had produced a miracle when he mere
ly meant to knock out his pipe. There
It was, the sparks few, and the falry
stood on tip toes smiling at him. An
freshman had to believe in them.
Miss Cinderella" went on Curran.
"there come the Chronicle men now
from the Parsons house. Those people
cent Max Jerome down to sketch you
the topnotch illustrator In the busi-
ness"
men came in; one fat, short. busy
looking; the other a lanky youth who
laid down a nat case Of card papers
and turned a good humored lronlcal
face directly on her a.,
"And you're Aurelie LindstromT 2
he said. well well!" -.
The stout little man took her hand
warmly at Curran's introduction. The
Chronicle wants to congratulate your
Miss Lindstrom. It's great! Curran,
here. has been telling about you'-he
looked clustered for a minute-'and It's
great stuff! But we don't want these
state papers to get in on this until wa
Don't let 'em get your picture. or buzz
YOU. And we got to make that l1:20
train from the Junetion"-he looked at
his watch-"and Max wants to sketch
YOU. We're going to run a three-color
border on the sup that's q pippin. Wait
till you see that Carmen effect OF yours
In the Chronicle layout. It's going 10
make 'em sit up"
She didn't understand a wora Of It,
She looked appealingly at MI. Curran.
Then she was conscious th&t Max. the
artist, was sketching her swiftly. 81
lently. glancing first at her and then
at the light in the News dingy win
dows and then at his board.
"Say," went on the assistant Sunday
editor, Tn mighty glad you got It,
| Miss Lindstrom. You see the Chron-
licIe contest was straight-it was no
Iframeup for n of these show girls,
who are always butting In on these
things: ! tsIl . ~ 6eS ro was s, so P's Sno%
\ thing about it" II
"Not a blamed thing!' cried Mr.. Cur
ran" atm I told her! Why, I even for
| got 7 aver sent those pictures In. The
| most beautiful woman" He stared
al her, and then broke off mournfully:
Say, Dickinson. the grocer. ~telephoned
in this morning with an awful roar.
| Pulled his advertising out OF the News
and stopped the paper, because l sent
in his girls picture! And she didn't
get q look in!" go. ~.--, .g
The Sunday editor chuckied. Max
smiled ironically. He came to Aurelie
with a deft firm, touch Of his white
fingers. "a little more to the light,
Miss Linstrom. Just that-there." He
| stopped thoughtfully and looked down
again. Your hair-you couldn't nave
done II better on Michigan avenue.
| Some women can, o know, and some
can't even buy It." He went back to
his sketches. There's a curious trick
' about YOU" he began to work, and
then stopped and laid down his PEN
ell.
whats the matter. Maxi" grunted
the newspaper man.
Max was watching her strangely. He
muttered; then he said, without regard
to his compaion: Miss Lindstrom, do
you know you interest me more than
anything I've lone since ] did some
girls in Algiers. You-there's q bit or
the Orient about you-or Mexico"
| "I'm q Creole, / think" she said PEN
sively. That's what Uncle Michigan