Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1913-08-15

to the blind tiger in the haymow Of
Carmichaels livery stable; and Aleck.
the press hoy had stolen off to Sin
Creek to see if it was yet good bull
head fishing
IF I'm ever going to congress" mur-
INJURED the editor, II must fire this
spring fever and scold everybody into
Vance tie her team of colts to the
,county-yard hitching-rail, her trim,
blue figure against the young elm
green. She looked at her watch deci-
sively. 1t was early for a county officer
to be downtown. She came across the
street with her direct and springy
step and to the News door. The editor
took his feet off the desk and waved
his hands lazily.
Janet, let's go fishing. Let's get Old
Mowry's wagon and take Aunt Abby
and Jim Mims-if he's sober-and
Mich and Aleck and all go fishing"
wiley, that's what you've always
done the first spring weather But this
| year-now-"
| Don't finish it. Now-congress-"
| II drove in behind your back lot"
she went on calmly, land see that the
w. C. T. U. ladies are right. The size
of that pile of beer bottles in your al
ley! Just suppose you'd bought books
all your life instead Of beer?"
| Janet" Curran smiled at her, II
never had a place to put the books all
my life. But there's always been
| place for the beer"
She looked at him in her old despair.
| "Now-now-" he went on and waved
hand at her, don't scold. I'm up
I'm doing! In for a career-congress-
anything! But the weather, Janet!
| Can't fellow sit once in a while over
his pipe-and watch you through the
smoke, perhaps-and dream?"
She shook her head. Il know" he
went on lugubriously. "The problem
with the new woman is, will she ever
let a man go fishing?"
She smiled but continued her direct
ness: tom Purcell, of Earlville, is
going to take the active management
of your campaign this summer. The
committee of the Progressive league
decided on him."
| He shrugged. UP the cliff back of
his shop the bluebirds were calling
The committee of the nascent Progress
sive league-and Janet-had kept Mr..
Curran plugging rather steadily all
winter. He had addressed farmers in
stitutes and gone to state conferences of
the Progressives, had met Governor
ganization-"glad-ha handed around the
circle" as he put it-and had also gone
among the men of his own county,
| lodge meetings, church fairs, district
school entertainments And on Arne's
visits from school they had taken long
drives to lonely precincts where they
| had discussed farm problems from
Arne's new angles, and Wiley had told
the men simply and frankly that he
wanted them to vote for him in the
primary.
you don't need to. The county crowd
/ knows now your candidacy Is not
joke. I hear Judge Van Hart has writ
| ten Congressman Hall that he'd better
| come home and look over his constit-
uency. They feel you. Wiley!"
Wiley opened benign eye. "Appar-
emily, Tanner and Rice and Boydston
are organizing this Retail Merchants
association, the secret motive of which
| is to get the towns advertising with
held from the News. That's one angle
of the fight Janet, l shan't have an
advertiser left except the undertaken
and he wants me to take 1t out in
trade"
| BE serious, Wiley" she retorted-
and then Uncle Michigan stuck his old
squirrel skin cap in the window.
April. Mr.. Wiley, and dewberries
air ripe down in Louisiany!"
And the mocking- birds are singing
| in the cane brakes, Uncle Mich"
| "And if my ole house boat wasn't
/ uoHt oluSh idiu llld iuSi up hSiS ohN
if my little girl hadn't done gone off in
| the show business, I'd"
| Uncle Mich!" roared the candidate,
| pounding the desk-"shut up, or I'll
never get to congress! Bluebirds up
Eagle Point! Bullhead fishing! Aunt
| Abby sowing lettuce! Get out of here
with it all! Take April with you!"
Uncle Michigan" smiled Miss Vance
we're trying to talk business. Now
you know that business and Mr.. Wi
ley"
"Fine!" cried the candidate-"Uncle
Mich"
| O.d Mich took off his cap. Miss
Vance, / know what gets Mr. Wiley.
Done been my little girl"
Hiss Vance was impassive, Mr.. Cur
ran amiably evaslve. Your little girl?
Mich, you old scoundrel, YOU haven't a
sign of title to her. why don't you tell
us all-who was Aurelie, to begin with.
and who was Captain Tinkletoes? 1t
isn't right to wink and grin when peo-
pie ask you about her-people never
know what to believe!"
Reckon decent people believe only
what's good-and the others don't
count. But my little girl come of bet
ter stock than those big bugs on High
street"
. We'll. who?"
Then Uncle Michigan did his abOm-
Unable trick. He leaned close and shut
one eye tight and opened the other
very wide. drew up his face so that the
white whIskers, sticking out in all di-
rections, made his face like a sunflow-
err Then he exploded his famous
joke: she done come from the Holy
Family"
Then he doubled over with laughter,
That settled them! He rOared it to
Father Doyle when the good priest
tried to settle Aureie's patrimony, he
chuckled it to Aunt Abby and the Ep-
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