Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1913-08-12

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from the North Bottoms, was with
them. The newcomer took huge ear
of corn from the load Of his wagon and
wrathfully shook it in the editors face
He had failed of prize at the seed
warehouses; annual distribution, and
ne knew what was the matter!
"They give It to that Dutch tenant
who farms Dan Boydston's west eigh-
ty. And what did get, hey? Skunk
ed-yes, sir-skunked! And there aip't
airy ear of my load that amt better'n
Boydston's land can raise. But I know
Boyd toms a board member, and Tan
ner's man, and Tanner owns the seed
company! That's 1t, by cracky! Poll
tics and rotten!"
The editor listened sympathetically
He always did. The farmer roared and
flourished his disprized seed ear. He
was "agin the tariff" and the admins
tration and everything else. 1t was
rotten when a man couldn't get blue
ribbon on corn like his corn! q
Arne Vance fingered Mr.. Sourds
product. He chewed a grain and felt
over the golden spike. TITS good" he
commented, "but the kernels break be-
fore they run over the nub, and they're
shallow. Ike, some day I'll show you
how to Judge corn the way we do up
at the agricultural college"
The man was suspicious of this foo
book farming.
"And let me send dozen Of your
ears to the state board" put in Cur
ran. Hes great man, that secretary
He'll sit down and write you a letter
worth all the ribbons Tanners seed
house could give you"
Ike Sourds did not know. He was
sure there was something crooked
about it.
81 tell you what wen do" exclaimed
Hemminger. This editor, he's going to
run for congress in the primary, and
we want him to come out and Arne
with him, and they can talk politics
and seed corn together. Hey, Arne?"
The farmer students black eyes
snapped. Go? 1t was great idea!
Hemminger's sad eyes lit. The suspi-
cious Sourds grew interested. "By
jinks, If there was anything like that
going on in Hemminger's district, oui
district ought to have 1t, too! We
want much for style, our folks, ir
Number Five, but Arne Vance car
come talk seed corn and sour soil, and
then this editor can get up and whal.
the plutocrats! It's right lonesome
road out our way, but we take the
News and we know something!"
And he and Hemminger went of
with a promise. Curran watched the
shaggy farm horse steaming in the
cool sunshine, the bundled figures or
the seat, until the wagon drew into 9
gap of the hills They wanted him, die
they? After all, his yelling brat of
paper did find it's way out to the lonely
farms and was read and believed!
He turned to discover Arne watch
ing him curiously. You're going, WI
ley?" 'f'''
| "Surei" '.r
We'll elect you, Wiley! We-ant
they! Quit your grubbing away IL
this dinky shop and come out among
us! Janet's been seeing things very
| clearly. There never was such
chance-the county needs leader. In
telling you what the young men sa!
over the county. And there's Fathel
Doyle who's trying to build his church
| up among the foreigners at the new
mines, and Mcbride, this state labo
| organizer, who's working to unloniz'
the new factory people around Earl
| ville-none of them cares a damn
about the old gang in this town-th'
best families and the court house job
and all that"
"I know" said Curran quietly
They've both talked with me-urget
me-" ..... ... .
Arne's eyes glittered. "Janet-h
muttered grimly. Her work."
The editor was musing. Janet, again
| Always Janet! She seemed behind ev
cry manifestation of his new place II
the hearts of men, his awakened am
bitions, his power to be himself. TIL
enfranchised and free companion, de
manding freedom, giving it; that wa
what she had said the modern womal
could be! He was awakening to thi
magnificence in Janet. And yet sh
must love him-she could do that also
And slowly his dream grew to a visio1
of a love past the common call of seS
/ a passion ennobled by the riches of he
personality. There would be none o
the parasitic cllnging to man, tn
need Of sentimentalizing shelter an
protection. The helper to power, tn
counselor to a widening life-thi
would be the woman to come! Thi
would be Janet!
(To be Continued)