The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-08-04
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CHAPTER XIII.
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II had TO be that way with him--an
appeal to his imagination. his heart,
his undefeatable and simple romance.
Well, so good. She would be prac-
tical for him; she would find the way.
He stopped now with sudden rueful
curiosity.
whats this hear about you be-
Ing asked to 20 out and speak in the
national campaign for women's suf-
frage--the big fight in some OF the
etates?"
81 was asked" Janet looked away.
II had been an anticipation come
true. She had had her eyes on wider
horizons she had felt the supreme
pleasure OF efficiency, OF power recog-
pized. She went on calmly: But
declined it, Wiley. this year"
He was watching her face in the
dusk. Il know why" he retorted
abruptly. 1T was TO stay here and
help me-"
Yes"
He was silent Some consciousness
81 her bigness. OF the richness OF her
life, was fndins way into his vision.
IL was portion OF his new delight In
al this buoyant modernity. just as
10 had awakened TO kinship with the
GfQlanders, stern with the sense OF
patient and long-endured wrongs, and
needing leadership. His esthete's in
drawing, his dabbling with art and af-
fairs, had got him nothing; life had
1ebuffed him. but now he had come
upon readiness. Janet suddenly typi-
ned all this; he saw her and with
her all women as the new enfran-
ohised companions of men. the eff
cfent helpers and counselors.
BY George" he broke out You're
coming on so grandly, Janet. | al
ways guessed at II, but you've grown
DO! 'Way-'way beyond mel"
MOST men are in a state Of arrest
90 development In their view Of wo-
men, she answered. "playthings TO
'pe possessed. or parasites to be en-
cured. But companion, reliant help
tul, demanding freedom. extending II
- thought Wiley, you would grow
10 see that. too"
Yes, yes" he cried, 81 cam" He
was fired with her largeness. her
faiths. But she left him to 20 home
WITH trace OF playful cynicsm.
lf you will only keep the oncom.
ing way, Wiley" She shook her
mead But, tomorrow. I'll find YOU
oack again, the old indolent chap
Curran OF the News"
as waved an ardent protest. When
Aunt Abby came home from the Con-
gregationA Sewing circle. where sbs
was loved for her helpfulness. and re-
iproved for her tolerance OF Mr. Cur
= rams beer-drinking, she found him
staring out at the starlit country.
Aunty." he murmured. why do
you suppose never make any
money!" q
Some men jest have il in EN-. Wi.
icy; and some jest run country pa
pers. She took of her black and
lavender cap. but powdered her nose
again. for she had only waddled home
TO get his supper and then she would
De on once more to assist at a church
social. As she cooked, her nose grew
redder. and when she was done with
Wileys supper, she powdered IL again.
II was notifying. indeed, to a good
rotund lady, who knew that when
she came TO The Circle TO join in the
rejuvenating OF small congregational
pants" for the home missionary box.
there would be sniff or two. for some
way or other the fragrance OF Mr. Cur
rams shameless beer-drinkings would
cling to her still. He had q bad way
OF hiding the bottles in her clothes
closet or among her bonnet boxes.
and then roaring abominably when her
nose. on Sewing Circle nights. took
the sympathetic hue OF his own.
That limb, Wiley T." she would
plead to the church people But,
sisters. the Lord has been putting up
with him for forty years, and | guess
until He forbids, shall too"
That limb, Wiley t." knew vague
ly that he owed much to this loyal
championship in circles he did not en-
ter. just as he did TO Janet Vance and
her faith In him. Women were al
ways doing for him, one way and an.
other And he had carelessly allowed
them; they were part of the old
Dionysian delight of life. the youth he
had given SO fully. and which even
now called to him above this eternal
dawdling over the damp paper on
press day, the clank OF the machine,
the grind of work. Getting out the
News was like having a baby, so he
told Aunt Abby. The press groaned
excruciatingly; there was much daub-
Ing Of Ink, tapping Of belts. heaving
of rollers-then off II came, a squall-
INK DTdt, lHlb ftOluc ANeW6,
profit to its parents or reverence for
the neighbors.
Arne Vance came home from his ag-
ricultural school holiday week. and
one bleak day brought in farmer
who had a grievance. Somehow or
other, every farmer with grievance
had been finding his way to the News
Office for the last forty years. Bert
Hemminger. the insurgent board mem.
Der from the North Bottoms, was with
them. The newcomer took huge ear
OF corn from the load of his wagon
and wrathfully shook it in the editors
face. He had failed OF prize at the
seed warehouses annual distribution,
and he knew what was the matter.
They give IT to that Dutch tenant
who farms Dan Boydston's west
eighty And what did get, hey?
Skunked--yes, sir-skunked. And
there amt airy ear of my load that
amt bettern Boydston's land can
raise. But I know. Boydston's a
board member, and Tanners man, and
Tanner owns the seed company!
That's II, by cracky Politics are rot
ten!"A
The editor listened sympatheticallyl
He always did The farmer roared\
a.