The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-08-02
CHAPTER XIII.
Mr.. Curran Also Has Vision.

The brown and stately autumn fad
ed to the first bleak coat of winter.
The hills grew clearer in outline, and
over the sycamore, elm and linwood,
patches OF the distant river showed.
One saw lonely roads rising from the
black bottoms to the gashed BLUFFS
where summer had robed this naked
ness in green, and down these came
the farm wagons miring under loads
of yellow grain At the cribs the
droning shelters song mingled with
the roar of the quarry crusher, and
this not unpleasing duo OF industry
was in the villages ears week long
Every one was autumn busy, what
with the husking. the hog-killing, the
spreading OF fertilizer and the haul
ling of wood.
Curran was busted also with rush
Of holiday job-printing. He shortened
bis editorials and stole personals
from exchanges to have time for this
bread-and-Dutter work. Janet found
him SO when she came in with the
program OF the county teachers in
stitute. He declined to print it be-
fore THANKSGIVING. But the News
does need the money" he concluded
For. Janet, the News is going TO run
for congress-"
He was happy as boy over it.
He had been seeing number of peo-
pie, he assured her. Surprised EN-
Ii seemed quite novel idea, But
do you know it's much as aunty says
For fifty years the News has given
columns-free advertising and ticket
printing to every church fair. rattle
oyster supper, and what-not in the
county-boosted all the benefits and
lodges, welcomed the labor unions
over around Earlville, pleaded for the
farmers cooperative association, and
all that-and never asked thing
from any one And now when | go
to these men-just the run OF work
aday men-and tell them I'm going
into the primary against lin Hall,
they look surprised and then say
Why. Of course, Wiley Just as IL
We all ought to have thought OF it be-
fore,"
'Of course!" she smiled gravely.
What did tell you?" And she did
not subdue the pride in her voice.
He was cleaning HIS hands of the
supper, talking eargerly all the time.
Janet must come up and see the new
window-boxes he had made for Aunt
Abby's prmroses, working nights and
between times; and presently she
found herself, as OF old, going with
him laughingly up the path back of
the shop.
I'm not a dead failure!" he de-
clared. IF only man comes TO have
sense OF his place and work some
how things appear brilliantly easy.
You see, before, l never stopped TO
inquire anything. Life appears sim
pie enough to man who has but
two shirts-he takes off one and puts
on the other! And that's all I've been
doing here In Rome, Janet-till now"
And now? Her serene glance was
on him as they reached the crest by
the fence. He suddenly caught her
hand and lifted II 10 point away over
the town, the twilight country, the
veiied immensely OF night Here,
there, lamp shone in a house: dis.
family light twinkled, and far off
IN the land one caught yet an
other.
Their homes" Wiley whispered
Theirs The people whom you
wish me TO go to-the rop.
and silent farmers driving into town,
'olling away 6u'
wanted me TO go among them, tell
them that I--Curran of the News. was
of them. and would fight for them If
they would let him. That what they
believed In and honored. he believed
in and honored. Janet, | stop here
every night on my way up from the
shop and draw in the air-this fine
air-this fnc air OF the country, and
watch the lights come out in those fer.
on farms on the hillsides, and a vision
comes to me of them all--their homes
and lives and destinies ! see II all
and understand and it's as II there
were work and place FOR me-
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