The Detroit times., 1913-07-16

! West for a decade and come back a
/ beggar 10 take mp the News on MS
fathers death And now the News
could cacNe as ii pleased about pro
gressiveness and keeping he young
men Ina the county for their fresh
spirit and lustier ideals No one
minded--none Of the best people Any.
/ body who anybody wouldn't think OF
moving away.
Except Mr. Currar tie wondered
why he had coma back Sentiment
brought him as It had sent him forth.
rs il directed most OF his affairs. Sen.
timent. this September afternoon. kept
| him sitting on bale OF stock paper
! in front of the News Once watching
the town kids bar flies on the vacant
lot next 20 him u was press day.
the weeks issue was run on and Aleck
ard Jim Minis, the tramp printer. were
wrapping the mail list 10 take 10 he
postcflice In the wheelbarrow Mr..
! Curran ought 20 have been busy. but
he smoked and watched the town kids.
IN that same lot he batted flies with
ne same fence for back stop. yelled
the same Gerision at the pitcher.
broke the same windows and fed down
the same alley when old Marshal Bee
came dodderng from the court house
on complaint OF the Widow Steger
MIR. Currsn could seutlmentally forget
that he was thirty-nlne.
\ clamor Of the high-school foot
| ball practice came from behind the
curtain OF ye,lowing sugar trees in
Highest Only the Younger town kids
| stlll fingered al the summer diversion
| o. 1y-batting, and for every urchin
who hung his bare legs over the News
walk in the tarweed. waiting his turn.
there were az least two dogs As Jim
/ Minis said. all the yelps and kvoodles
! In town were there Mr. Curran SEN
I timentally wished he had a dog-he
teIt himself man worthy a good dog.
| He listened 10 Aleck slapping the
paste on the wrappers and watched
the kyoodles waving around the kid :
feet. scratching their spines i'm the
tarweed and grinning up with all the
| pleasure OF II, and be said suddenly
aloud
Gee | wish | had a dog"
Then somebody whom he had NOT
( noticed--a big dusty man wearing a
new and absurdly small derby hat
stopped with his hand on the hitching.
post before the News and retorted
Gee. | wish had dog"
The editor turned and then stood
mp and yelled And The big dusty
man took his hand and he yelled
Wiley. old top"
Rube. you old indian"
RUDE grinned all over his swarthv
face old top how are YOU"
High, wide and handsome"
You don't look that last. Wiley.
How's the old lady?"
Aunt Abby's ut as silk. Come up
10 dinner
Il intended 70 Hey, the gids still
playing ball in the lot like they did
when ! was a kid"
Season closed Rube2 Where did
your bunch wind up"
In the cellar I'm through with
the game, Wiley. | cant throw TO
second no more. Ny arms all in
No more OF this bush.league ball for
me. Carmichael's still got that lob
tor me-chambermaid to his livery
horses"
Mr. Curran laughed sorrowmry
30 ala Ruoe Van Hart He rubbed
his big red hands and then a telltale
red nose and looked down al the town
KIDS who had mbled 70 gaze in
awe. One raced of 10 the high school
practice 10 spread the news: Hi.
Rube Van Harris got back"
Everybody knew Rube Poor old
Rube' The whole nation knew Rube
a while back-let's seeo Was II with
the Cubs, 1907 or 02? Eth. the bubble
reputation There were other mighty
men now. Rube had gone back 10
the bush"
Next spring" went on the former
Lacquer. III stay and coach the high
school bunch Wiley"
No YOU won't smiled the editor.
When you begin 10 read the Sunday
sups. and spring training opens up
down In San Antonio you'll be miss.
ing some fine morning Gone to help
break In the Cub recruits, and then
you play out the season with the
Cotton league or the Three-C"
No more. Here's my finish. WILEY
right here where ! learned the
game next the News lot Back in the
old town where you come back. 100.
Wiley Back where we was kids TO-
gether"
The editor looked wistfully across
the courthouse square. The big
leaguer's glance followed. bar OF
the sunset lighted the dingy old court
house. The windows we're open.
From the court room above came the
voice % some lawyer droning his plea
10 farmer jury In an Office on the
lower floor one could see woman
bent seriously over desk Uttered
with papers and reports
The old red west side school.
murmured Rube And there's Janet
Vance. and now she's county super
intendent, and I'm all in and you're n
fool editor That girl got ahead of
NJ all Wiley. since we was kids to-
zeiher"
Wiley sighed He pulled his short
brown beard. that Vandyke which in
Rome lent him a foreign afr am
gave him the reputation OF being IT.
erary. whatever that meant. Nobody.
not even the fool editor. knew exact
~ Vet nobody~~Uas afraid OF Mr.
Curran. The Kids spoke OF him as
Wiley. all the old women came I'm
20 tell him their neighborhood
troubles. and on High street the best
families ignored him even with their
irritated feeling that OF points OF
,. In