The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-07-29

nections and prospects. Lawyers
offer hor positions as stenographer
manufacturers seek TO have her dem
onstate their goods. she Is asked Is
sing to lecture. 10 go on the stage
Ministers write her advice, act
resses ask the secret OF her beauty
mothers warn her against the seduc
tons OF her fame. Strangers come &c
the little Iowa farm 10 gaze on the
abode Of beauty, the telephone Is con
stdntly ringing as people call up tC
congratulate her She is showered
with gifts. honors, invitations, emol
uments--so great a thing is IL 10 be
declared by the Chronicle 70 be the
most beautiful woman in the land.
AS Vawter, the artist. the pimply
faced youth who took that luckless
picture in his shabby studio up above
the Hub Clothing store, remarked &c
Mr.. Curran oh, Gawd
Vawter was peevish because none
mentioned that he took the photo
graph Here's you and me, Wiley
stirred up all this bunk-and Jus1
think OF EN- sayin there 5 telephone
down In Old Mich's shack IN the bot
toms-and we amt gettin cussed
thing out OF II, We amt even gotta
line in the papers Why don't you
roast EN-
Wiley Curran smiled distantly.
Bunk" shifted Vawter, the artist
and went away. Il don't believe any
thousand illionaires want 10 marry
Aurelie Lindstrom. Shucks. they
! lots OF girls right In high school pref
tern she is It's my picture that
cone II and what do git? Fitchered
by swanhy
And when the artist came on store
clerks and travelling men discussing
her about the Square. and the strang
ers asked OF the beauty winner. ne
growled Bunk Don't ask me-
Mowry. the undertaken. who always
came into the News Office 10 peddle
gossip and read the proofs OF county
board meetings 10 see Il there we're
not sore INDECENT dead he could bury
was rasping his shiny serged legs
before Mr.. Currans stove and sum
ming up the towns comment
"Eyery body's sore. Folks air goin
10 STOP them She-cawge papers. Vim
men 5 club SAYS It's demoralizin ana
the teachers say IL busts up school
work. Cal Rice, over TO the bank
he says OF all the disgustin things
is for the Chronicle TO git roped III
by French girl this way. And DICK
inson, | guess he's sore because his
girl didn't git no prize, and everybody
is hollerin; and here ! amt buried
anybod, for two months, He look
ed across AT the Widow Steger's holly
hook walk: Hey, how's the widder?'
Il understand that Dickinson is GO
inc 10 send her to Burlington for
treatment, answered Wiley.
Just 80. And she'll die in hospi-
tai, And | been a-buyin' my gro
ceries at Dickinson's for seven years
ever since the wilder was TOOK.
Dog gone, Wiley-this Is sorehead
town
Old Mowry went out TO denounce
the grocer and the county board 10
every farmer along the hitching-ralls
He had been county coroner until the
story got out that once he fished a
niger out Of Broad slough. held an
inquest and buried him, and put III
his claim for fees Four days after
ne discovered another niger under
the ice. held an inquest and buried
him-with fees. Three days after an
other mysterious niger was found
and buried-with fees. Then the
weather unfortunately grew warm
and some one started an investiga-
ton The niger and the coroner s
political career spoiled simultaneous
" that week. Old Mowry had been
shuffling around the courthouse try
ing 10 collect his fees from every sue
ceeding county board, but always the
ghost of that colored citizen haunted
him And every monthly board meet
ing Father Doyle drove over from
Earlville TO see If Mowry's claim had
been allowed. Mowry was the ole
Catholic in Rome, but the only time
he would contribute cent was when
he had buried Protestant In good
standing And one of the undertake
er's grievances. always aired In the
News office. was that county dead
should not figure In the good priest
calculations-he couldn't collect his
fees, anyhow, out of this gol-durned
board. Mr.. Curran listened patiently
The priest was his good friend. So
was Mowry So seemed all the lame
ducks Of the community-and no one
found ambitions, why all the repre-
sentative men seemed afraid OF him;
and why all the nondescript human
ity Of the town attached itself 10 him,
Mowry was the first to spread the
news about the courthouse that week
that Curran was going TO run against
jim Hall In the congressional pri-
maries. Mr.. Curran, when he made
his usual round OF the county build
ing for the batch OF items, reaped an
unexpected harvest.
He met Thad Tanner and his SON.
in-law, Cal Rice. Of the First National
bank in the corridor. Cal Rice's wife
owned most Of the Earlville Mercury.
Journal stock; and recently the Mer-
cury-Journal had been giving away
rardinieres and eight-day clocks with
subscriptions in an endeavor TO put
the News out OF business Old Thad
and Cal were talking about II now
and some OF the county board we're
with them. Thad had boasted five
years ago that he would put that
damned four-page rag on the dump
behind Currans shop, but still the
rag" persisted. Somehow the coun-
ty remembered the day the elder Cur.
ran was stretched senseless across
the dingy desk by copper-head mob
Old Thad was small and screw.
headed, with a continually barring up
per lip as he talked, and his husky
voice came out OF a toothless cavern
OF mouth that seemed never quite
able 10 close Its grinning Yet he had