The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-07-28
By CHARLES TENNEY JACKSON
CHAPTER VII.

what they. tell us up there, went on
Arne I've lain In bed after bucking
all night on sOil-tests ana economic
history, and listened 10 the young men
going up the hill 10 Carmack's lee
tures-the young men up the hill III
the snow at 7 o'clock, And when he
declared that the spirit OF socialism
was the spirit of every good thing the
world was fighting for when he told
them 10 so out aud preach the recall,
and the state control OF wealth-lYe
heard them shout That's what we're
getting, along with soil culture and
forest preservation and law and en-
gineering-l tell you il sounds like
the march of new civiiZation-the
tramp OF the young men going up
hill"
Harlan listened with his detached
and friendly smile. He remembered
last week stopping Arne In the post
office with a forecast OF the Yale-Har-
ward football season, but the western
student had not seemed to hear-per
haps he was filled with his vision OF
the young men going up the Hill seek
ing the vision OF the New America, the
truth that should make men free
"All those young fellows going back
to their states jump into politics,
went on Arne so am !. Harlan.
Were going TO stump this county
talking pigs and politics, and Well
ditch Jim Hall for congress and Fair
child later And where Will you be
you, say"
"Arne," drawled Harlan with agra
waiting calm, II shall probably be argu-
Ing line-fence case in the justice
court"
Arne snorted Wiley, here, is GO
ing to get in the primaries against
Jim Hall"
Wiley" Janet put in slowly, last
week the governor was asking about
Curran OF the News"
Wiley flushed, disconnected for
once He felt that Janet was shrewdly
reading him He had met Governor
Delroy once-the fighting anti-ring
governor, whom the rebellion of the
north insurgents had put in the chair.
But that Deroy remembered him
After all, with his philandering old
News, had he really done something?
He raised his eyes to see Janet smil-
ing fondly at him, that old affection
ate camaraderie OF days long dead.
Harlan, too smiled. II was rather
drol 10 consider this obscure country
editor as a contestant against James
Hall, one time his fathers law part
ner, now one of the most powerful fig
ures OF the lower house. What then. I
was Wiley Curran in the new civic
conscience OF tie state? What hidden
forces were arrayed against the Old
order. the easy dominance Of property
and class TO which privilege had given
a sort of sanctity? He had his first
feeling Of class consciousness, now,
with these challenging friends. And
slowly his thoughts went back to
Aurelie. 10 that sullen resentful shame
with which he had become aware OF
his failure TO reconcile his love for
her with his sense OF obligation TO his
parents. their tradition. breeding, their
love and hopes for him This seemed
deepest in him, this abiding sense OF
honor to them to their gentle birth
and the manners of their kind. There
were two sorts of right. then-the
clamor OF those who fought up 10
seize the good of life. and the stead
fast resolution Of those who possessed
this good and would hold ii against
the others. Nothing new IN the PROB
lem II was the problem OF democ-
racy. Harlan was considered an anna
BILE and democratic young man, yet ne
could not define certain reserves i'll
himself and why il was almost impos-
sible to pass these reserves or admit
others TO them, although they were
the common understanding OF cultur-
ed people everywhere. That was 1t
this bond OF cultured people, And so
cial rebels political rebels; the eter-
nal spirit OF rebellion of any sort did
IL. Inn or
the rough-and-tumble of life left lit
tie time for it's fineness. That was
left 10 those of the established order,
an aristocracy 10 which. much as he
hated the word. he must belong. That
was why he could acutely see Aurelie
as the little vulgarian, after all: or
obscure origin and social gaucherie
once she was placed with people OF
mis- sort. His sense OF orderliness de-
tested any such thing. and so, in his
cooler moments, he told himself he
did not really love her. She had
touched him with the pathos of her
love for him. the pathos of her defeat
ed gaiety and courage, the meagerness
Of her life that was all. he told him.
self. He had been sorry for her
yes that was ALL But he wondered
at his anguish and his shame that
night she ran away from him.
His thoughts came back 10 his
friends in the News office. In TINS
dingy shop the sense OF social revolt
centered; Il was not strange that
through the News Aurelic had come
20 this abominable notoriety all the
.hings about Aurelie that would exas'
oerate Harlan. would merely delight
The vagabond soul OF Wiley Curran
II was no use being angry at WHEY
about IL: his yellow dog OF a paper
would merely yelp the louder.
Even now. when Janer Vance and
Arne were trying to compel mo-
nent's serious thought in Mr.. Curran,
he editor was yawning. "Me-forCon.
gress? And YOU actually think | am
beginning career? Janet. yesterday
was kicking away at this old JOB
press when drummer slew in here
and tried to sell me : set OF desk
stamps He was one OF those insra-
tiating boosters. and as | had my hat
on he thought Twas about twenty-one.
He set down his case. as ! didn't
stop work, and began 10 tel. me how
much good II did him to see young
man figating away down here to make
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