Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1913-07-08
CHAPTER 1-contlnued).

(CHAPTER H-Continued).
why, Rube," he cried in his rare
friendliness. "Put her there! Wiley
and I saw In the Tribune about that
triple you and Kelly and Schmitz
put over in that last game with Peoria
some class, Rube."
Rube grinned appreciation. Flare
up, Harlan. My arms all in He
held this good-humored, hthly-built
nephew off and looked him over. HIS
blond hair curled in a likable way Tor
women and his smile had openness
and sincerity. Yet in his heartiness
there was reserve. His clothes helped
that indeflnable impression OF class
and poise which was inherited; but
above all sufficient distinctions there
stood forth his blithe and common
sense democracy, that uneradicable
quality of the best American.
Harvard" went on Rube, I'd mt
seem to have much on YOU"
Harlan laughed. He pounded
Rube's dusty shoulder. Come on up
to dinner, Rube. Father and I want
a line on the worlds series"
Rube hesitated. "Im a-going with
Wiley, son. Somehow, couldn't talk
baseball up at your house. The judge
is all right, but somehow a man can't
hang out at a livery-stable and feel
at home with your mother. She al
ways looks as if smelled!"
Harlan smiled slowly. "Oh, come
on!" But was thinking. Everybody
knew Rube would work all winter at
Carmichaers stable and get drunk on
bootleg whisky with printers and
farm hands, and his mother-well,
Rube finished the thought. You see,
Harlan, your mothers a mighty fine
woman, but there's never much be-
tween us. Up at your table my hands
and feet seem so blamed big-and
once, Harlan, / busted right into
wimmen's club when I went there!
Wiley and Harlan shouted. RUDE
the blacksheep, at Mrs. Van Hart's
club meeting-they could imagine
that!
Rube went on grinning: when you
and Elsie Dickinson get married and
have a home, I'll come up and tell
you how we put 'em over that plate"
He-lan's reserve came back. Rube,
I'm not engaged to Elise. Every time
I go back to school somebody starts
that yarn" .... ....
Wiley watched him keenly. He could
see the rich grocer's daughter down
High Street apparently waiting ut the
drugstore corner. Elsie was going
east to school this year-Byrn Mawr
or Wellesley-Wiley recalled. He
thought 1t was Mrs. Van Hart who
prompted this rather than have Miss
Dickinson finish" at the Baptist Sem
mary in Rome Mrs. Van Harts word
was Of weight on High street-and the
grocer had more money than any one
except Thaddeus Tanner.
But something in Harlan's straight
out declaration decided Wiley that the
mothers grooming of a prospective
daughter -in-law would be in vain.
E!SlS was oil OASA eiOi hJ AASS
girl. There was no doubt Of that. But
what attracted Curran the most was
some potential rebellion in Harlan
Judge Van Hart's wife was not only
the arbiter of High street, but it was
said, with a show Of truth, that she
ruled her family with something OF the
authority Of a grand dame Of the old
school. Mr.. Curran and the News were
her pet aversions-as Mr.. Curran mis-
chievously knew, but nothing had ever
withheld the affectionate friendship of
Harlan and himself.
We'll, I didn't know" muttered Rube
apologetically. "All the kids grow up
and get married. Except Wiley and
me-but then we never growed up!"
And he and Wiley laughed wistfully
together. well, I'm going down to the
station and lug up my stuff" went on
Rube. Tell Aunt Abby to have hot
biscuit, Wiley and honey"
The town kids struggled after Rube.
Nobody" sighed Mr.. Curran, wants
to be an editor"
Nobody did. At least nobody in
Rome. All the kids would rather grow
up to be noble and handsome and
great and able to bat 400 like Rube
Van Hart. They would rather sneak
into CarmichaePs stable and help bed
the horses than go fishing.
Only two Of all the barelegged crew
remained. The yelps and kyoodles had
wandered home or after Rube and his
idolators-all except Widow Stegers
dog, a long, strange, German sort OF
dog with no legs to speak Of, lone
some boyless kyoodle that had to go
home early, and sleep under the gera-
MUM box.
Harlan looked with friendly interest
at the two urchins remaining. They
were a fair open breed of the north
tow-headed, summed by wholesome
summer. The editor smiled out at them
from his desk which he was locking
The Danish boys held his fancy; ne
was given TO sentimentalizing over the
race fusion of the west, and fine edi-
tOrlailZlnS OF tndl SoTl Wheh ho ouSh
to have been down meeting trains FOL
the personals, or noting the fall milli-
merry openings around the square.
We'll. Knute," he began, and the
elder of the two found some awkward
fearlessness to address him:
I'VE just thought you might kno"
first" Knute said. Just as soon a:
the jury gets in"
Curran glanced across at the cour
house again. "Oh, yes. Your dad:
case is on, isn't it? Hope he licks EN-
Knute!"
The boy flushed gratefully. "Mr. Ma
son said we'd win sure!" His yount
note Of faith arose. He said what:
law and justice for If Old Thad don
have to dig up for having his crushel
fixed SOS paw'd get his arm cut off
Mason, he said what's law and justice
for if a poor man can't win against {