The Washington herald., 1913-09-14

Mt. CurTan smiled. Oood Lore,
Arne1 Pm bled dry as bone! tried
to get some more on mortgage at
the bank. Cal Rice rubbed his hands
and said. Wait till after election |
don't know whether he's trying to
scare me with a threat OF foreclosure
on the News, or wants to conciliaie
me in case I'm elected" He glanced
at Janet ruefully. But money? Qrr
crowd has no money. Money DC
damnedI I'm simply going on telling
men that I'm Wiley Curran and l want
them to vote for me-and why!
The farmer-student went away dis
satisfied. The candidate was in Miss
Vances office. He had been there an
hour talking lightly of affairs but con-
scious of some rift in the old intimacy.
Janet had been reserved, impeGsonalT
businesslike. She looked thOughtfully
at him now
Wiley, you must have money. It's
the crisis of your campaign. Arne's
right. You're winning splendidly. The
State press is noticing your fight down
here. | should almost say the country
is, for Hall is national figure. 1t 5
splendid!"
1t was the first touch OF her old en-
thusiasm for his success. For his Sue
cess was in the air. There was a
sense of change, an undercurrent OF
panic on one side. OF YIvifying unity
on the other. Men we're talking on
new issues, new tigures-the control of
4 commonwealth was being wrested
from accustomed hands, and the OBJ
scure group of malcontents i'll VIM
netka County were acute with this
feeling OF being on the crest of a
wave. The radical papers had taken
up Arne Nance's phrase OF a pigs
and politics" campaign among the
farmers; it had undoubtedly caught
the popular humor.
Curran nodded buoyantly. His con-
straint vanished with Janet's. Yet his
intuition told him of a change in her.
She sat forward now and spoke as
one turning to a definite point OF bust
ness. WHEY. you need money. And
have it idle in the bank. | want you
to use it.
He stared at her. A flush came to
his face. Janet"
You can give me your note
Il could write bushel OF them
but who'd take them
Il will-for FIVE hundred dollars"
1T wouldn't be worth a cent at the
bankr'
Doubtless not But to me- She
looked away seriously. Then. with hot
impulse breaking through. "Oh, Wiley,
! want you TO win-win.' She swept
up his hand from the table. Your big
chance, and want 10 help
He was silent. Then he muttered !:
Janet, | can't take your money! l.
I'm not worth it, girl God bless you
I'd not feel right. I-our friendship
so beautiful-so big a thing" he
would not finish. A damning sense of
| reCreance was on him. She loved him.
and he had never been able to make
such a disaster of himself that she
would not love him. That was the
wonderful thing about women! And
Janet, with her great wide horizons,
to love himl Her steady, all-forgiving
faith in him; Janet the conhdant .ot
men like Governor Delroy, the leaders
OF new ideals. Janet, whose work was
ever calling her 10 finer achievements.
She had refused advancement, she had
waited-for him! No, he would say
HO iiOtS" y lildll Ldu UCSI SlulllOIG Oh
in his own fashion.
I'm sorry She looked away i'm
personally. Il only meant it for the
common good-the new democracy
we're fighting for. just that-you are
one of the leaders now-one of the
coming men-Pd hoped Her voice
had died low. Then she went on in
her business tone Go see Purcell
today, will you. Wiley"
Within the hour she called up the
Honorable T. P. Purcell, Mr.. Curran's
political manager, and told him her
check for five hundred dollars was to
his credit in an Earlville bank. The
candidate was not to be appriSed at
present. Young Mr.. Purcell was too
pleased to dissent; he leaned much
on Miss Vance.
Mr.. Curran walked 10 the Junction
and took the interurban to Earlville
that afternoon with the firmeSt inten-
tiOn to see his political manager at
once. But he went into the Hotel Met
ropole with d director of the stone
and contracting company which had
been so disgruntled over the Tanner
Company'S monopoly of county work
and was, therefore, for reform and
revolution. And after this conference
he suddenly remembered Aurelie. He
had been assuring himself that he
didn't know she was under the same
roof, but this was futile.
Il suppose she's leaving tonight"
he unused, "and ought to call up
why, of course l had! To let the little
girl go away in this fashion would be
a shame Besides"-he reflected upon
other reasons-"well, / must see after
Aurelie." So, feeling rather brotherly-
fatherly, and altogether equal to the
matter, he inquired. And the burst of
joy over the room telephone made
him queerly giddy. See him? Why,
come right upl
Miss Lindstrom was packing and en-
tertaining Morris Feldman. of the Ma
jestic Theater, who was sitting on her
trunk, impressive, prophetic, and pre-
pared to assume the glory of her burst
on the world.
III give you a letter, Miss Lind
strom, to Cohan & Snitz, who put over
all them big music shows in New York
Believe me"-Mr. Feldman laid a fat
diamonded hand over his fat chest
you got to show Cohan & Snitz, Miss
Lindstrom. This here Chicago beauty
bunk, that don't go in New York, Miss
Lindstrom.'
Amt / Just as good-looking as l
used to be, Mr.. Feldman?"
Forty ways for Sunday, Miss Lind
l. IL ~. n