The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1913-11-06
Judges son come 70 drive him home

Judges 2 come 70 drive him nome
A young man was getting out BE- d
rather smart rig at the court house
hitching rail. He helped after him q
girl In white and although the evening
hid their faces, the frank and easy
banter Of thar parting made plain
to o store and the young man saunt-
cred toward the News office. Half
way across hiG careless hail came to
Wiley Curran. Then his eye went to
RUDE. He leapec the tarweed gutter
and grasped his uncle's hand.
Why Ruhe.. he cried In his rare
and i saw ia the Tribune about that
triple you and Kelly and Schmitz put
over In that last game with Peoria
some class, Ruhe."
Rube grinned appreciation. Flare
up. Harlan. My arms all in" He held
this good hundred. lithely built nep-
hew or and looked him over. His
blond hair curled In q likable way for
women and his smile had opennesH
and serenity, Yet In his h~eartiness
there was reserve His clothes helped
that ~indef1nable impression OF class
and poise which was inherited; but
above all significant distinction there
stood forth his 1.-THE and common sense
uCAlOCIhCyp LlhI INTERCHANGEABLE QuhdAtJ
or the best American.
Harvard" went on Rube. don't
seem to have much on you"
Harlan laughed. He pounded Rube's
dusty shoulder. Come on up to dim
ner, RUDE. Father and / want O line
on the worlds series.
Rube hesitated. I'm going with
Wiley, son.. Somehow, / couldn't talk
baseball mp at your house. The Judge
In all right. but somehow a man can't
hang out at q livery stable and feel
at home with your mother. She always
looks az II I smelled."
Harlan smiled slowly. "Oh. come
on" But he was thinking. Every
body knew Rube would work all win
ter ct Carmichael's stable and get
drunk on bootleg whisky with printers
and farm hands. and his mother-weil,
Rube finished the thought You zee
Harlan, your mothers a mighty fine
woman, but there's never much be-
tween us. UP at your table my hands
and feet seem 10 blamed big--and
once, Harlan. I busted right into O
wimmen's club when / went there
Wiley and Harlan shouted. Rube, the
| black sheep, at Mrs. Van Harris club
meeting--they could imagine that.
RUDE went on grinning. when you
and Elsie Dickinson get married and
have a home, III come UP and tell you
4 uQW W0 puLE GAl oNcI Inc tDAAkGsE 5NGEs
Harlan's reserve came back. "Rnbe,
I'm not engaged to Elsie. Eyehytime
go back to school somebody starts
that yarn His #a#
wiley watched him keenly. He could
see the rich grocer's daughter down
High street apparently waiting at the
drugstore Garner. Elsie was going
or Wellesley--Wiley recalled. He
thought II was Mrs. Van Hart who
prompted this rather than have Miss
Dickinson finish at the Baptist Sem
mary In Rome. Mrs. Van Harris word
was or weight on High street-and the
grocer had more Money than any one
except Thaddeus Tanner.
But something In Harlan's straight
out declaration decided Wiley that the
mothers grooming OF q prospective
danghterinlaW would be In vain. Elsie
Was an extraordinarily mice, girl.
There Was no doubt Of that. But what
attracted Curran the most was some
potential rebellion IN Harlan. Judge
Van Harris wife was not only the ar
bitter OF High street, but It was said,
with show OF truth, that she ruled her
family with something OF the authority
OF a grand dame Of the old school. Mr..
Curran and the News were her pet av-
ersiona-as Mr. Curran mischieyously
knew. but nothing had ever withheld
the atfectionate friendship OF Harlan
and himself.
.weI. I didn't know" muttered Rnbe
Rp0lcgeticalIy. @All the kids grow IN
and get married. Except Wiley and
me--but then we new growed upi"
And he ard Wiley laughed wtstfully TO-
gether. We'll, I'm going down to the
station and lug I'D my stuff, went or
Rube. Tel. Aunt Abby to have hot
biscuit, Wiley and honeyl"
The town kids struggled after Rube.
Nobody" sighed Mr.. Curran. wants
/ TO be an editor
Nobody did. AZ least nobody in
Rome. All the kids would rather grow
up, to be noble and handsome and great
and able 20 bat 400 like Probe Var
Hart. They would rather sneak into
Carmichael's stable and help bed che
horses than 90 fishing.
Only two or all the barelegged crew
remained. The yelps and kyoodles had
td~olntorS-au except the Widow Steg.
er's dog, a long, strange, German SORT
OF dog with no legs 70 speak of, a lone.
some boyless kyoodle that had TO gc
home early and sleep under the geran.
ium box.
at the two urchins remaining. They
were d fair open breed Of the North
tow-headed, summed by wholesome
summer. The editor smiled out az
them from his desk which be was lock.
Ing. The Danish boys held his fancy,
he vas given to sentimentalizing oyeI
the race fusion OF the West. and fins
editoriaYixing OF that sort when h,
ought to have been down meeting
trains for personals, OF noting the fal
millinery openings around the Square.
well. Knute." he began, and the 81.
der OF the two found some awkward
fearlessness to address him:
I'VE Just thought you might know
first" Knute said. "Just as soon al
the Jury gets In"
Curran glanced across at tina cour
house again. "oh. yes. Your dad'l
case "a on. isn't lit Hope he iicks 'em
Knute!"
The boy flushed gratefully. mr.. Ma
son said we'd win sure!" His younl
note or faith arose. He said what
law and Justice for Il Old Thad dom
have to dig up for having his crushe,
fixed SOS paW'd gee his arm cut of
Mason, he said what's law and justicl
for II o poor man can't win against
rich man"
The judges son listened with O smile
Next to Wiley Curran, LATE Mason, tn
lawyer, was the ~demagcgtc scalawai
OF Rome, Wiley reached q hand Il
pat Knute's head. Little mani I hop
you win--you ought To-
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