The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1913-12-25

~ subscribers"
Miss Vance looked at him. Wiley
b said decfsively, I'm going TO sell
The Inland Empire
Mr.. Curran feigned distress and
amazement. "Sell It? Why, you
can't-I.m PRESIDENT
Besides he went on riotously,
'"wev We got q new subscriber. / was
afraid our other one would die. The
Gem-Chicago Style. Since Sallte
Frisby came back from the city b
says it's q shame this town has no
place where one can go after the
theater, SO she's going to keep the Gem
open until 10 o'clock IL there's not a
soul in the place. She's going to give
Rome q touch Of high life, n on
that aspiration / got her to subscribe
to The Inland Empire-if we give her
"a write-up. Also. we take It out in
trade. BY joye, ! jumped at 1.-THE
Inland Empire does need a square
meal!" II.
Miss Vance looked at him in some
despair. Nevertheless, we're going to
sell the magazine--to a Des Moines
chap who wants to turn 1t into q
farm journal" 'Ea
Mr. Curran looked dolefuI. 1t is true
he was. president Of the corporation,
but most Of Miss vance's salary a
gone of late to get The Inland Empire
OF the Earlville paint shop. Wiley
had long since exhausted his ~eloquence
and his credit. Mr.. Curran's touch
seemed as irresponsible fatal TO this
grand scheme as 1t had to the News
circulation. Janet had had great
dreams Of The Empire. She had
wanted expression n achievement
beyond h routine OF her work; she
had thought to touch the world, it's
letter, crafts, movements with her own
convictions; they would build their
magazine slowly to success, aspiring
high but yet keeping to the good
earth, with departments for h home,
the farm and countryside, while BATH
the west. 1t would mean the sweet
ness OF power and freedom-now she
wondered how her practical mind
could ever have supposed 1t would
succeed with Mr.. Curran at its bust
ness head. Az TE@ -. ; .N.s
Wiley" she said severely. II shall
sell It." g r.".
"You had better" he murmured
again dismally, consult u stock
Arne Ind Harlan shouted irrepress-
IDLY. go ahead" cried Harlan. I'll
donate mine. Pm too busy this year
to furnish any more Boston Notes.
and the athletic resume, anyway. !
move we go down to the Gem, eat out
that dollar subscription and then sus-
pend publication at once" .
Harlan" retorted the superinten-
dent, Wiley Is d~emoralizing you. Pm
glad you're going back to Harvard"
Her brother looked with some frank
resentment on the immaculate young
man. The lean-faced Student farmer
from Wisconsin had the dyspeptic
diathesis of the reformer. The genial
ease Of breeding in the judges son
CALLED him at times, even as did
.Curran's whimsical impractically.
.Arne's black eyes went about the
old shop with impatient envy, the old
Washington press, the stack of frayed
ink rollers, the high wooden cases Of
type stained and whitfield by genera
tons of wandering printersi the ram
shackly desk piled with following and
dusty papers, gammy with paste and
inRy accretions except in the One spot
where the editor was wont to push
everything a, aside TO find a writing
space-the student-farmer, burning
with his fiery zeal, saw in 1t all power
power unused, dissipated, perverted.
He was forever urging Wiley to further
~radicalism; and Wiley at his best vas
irresponsible enough. The Vances and
the News had been united from The
first by common sentiment; from this
same old desk, Jake Vance in war
time days had lifted the body of the
elder Curran, helpless with a copper
head bullet, and defied the mob; and
in the years of the granger movements
the news had supported Vance in re-
peated hopeless battles for congress.
Arne had grown up in this demagogic
ferment OF vast ideas; he had come
back from his Cow college quick
with a sense of revolt, an impatience TO
hurry his conservative county Of the
Reserve into the young mems move
ment" Of the party.
Harvard" he growled, and then,
conscious of his intolerance, added:
"Oh, ~well--that's all right. Han
lanIl droP all that B~ostonese accent
when he gets back to practice here a
year or two And he'll be with US on
the band wagon when get get this
county organized to dump the old gang.
He'll forget he's Judge Van Harris son,
and a nephew of Senator Fairchild and
a Geek!"
Again they smiled at Arne's heat.
He and Harlan had played on the same
football team in high school, and the
lean farm boy had been the sensation
Of the state athletic association. But
though one may rip up the invading
lines and score the championship
touchdowns and be borne from the field
smothering In ribbons and have to face,
t~ongue-tied, the clapping of all the
pretty II In Scho0l at the annual
association banquet, yet when all's
said and done, to be q Geek" and call
on all those girls who flutter summer
evenings in and out Of the Van Hart
gate is a much greater thing. Which
is reasonable and proper and according
to the light of the best people In many
places east and west other than Rome,
Ia. 49,. ..,.
ooh. Harlan's all right" repeated
Arne, " and so are these other people
along High street. So IL that copper
Indian over on the Square-he's
marking the spot where something
once happened. In Earlville they're
laughing at our row over Sin Creek.
Every time q freshet cornes, what
happens? Some Of our prominent
citizens wake up In the morning and
find their lawns strewn with drowned
socks and busted stovepipes and brass
collar buttons that Sin Creek las
swept down on US from the garbage
heaps OF Earlville. Then they oar
and talk creek diversion, but nothing
was ever done until they made 1t q
county steal with Old Thad Tanner
getting the rake-off. Then, being
regular, the best families agreed to
It," ...-.
Sinsinawa had been a scandal Inn
memorially, everybody knew. But
then everybody loved Sinsinawa, n