Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1913-08-15
CHAPTTR XIII-Continued.

tent, an original Greenbacker, mug
wump. party trouble maker, forever
given to standing about the square
en-, old buffalo coat arguing with the
countrymen. He could not have been
elected to any office, but he had not
soured. His children had inherited his
reasoning unrest, but they had disci-
plined it to achievement.
Somebody to beat Hall-somebody
to beat Hall" he roared. Folks say
it's comm to be you, Wiley! l get 1t
everywhere except in the News, and in
the banks and warehouses and the
court house! The country amt what
il used to be-there are mines and fac
tories-and libraries and labor unions!
The old gang doesn't realize that. It's
you, Wiley, all the kickers want. And
hear you amt got the money? Amt
some of these new real estate men and
boomers over in Earlville close to you
for that?"
Not much. Cal Rice and Thad are
III WIFI Gill HlOSl VI
Jake went out in the frosty sunlight.
Don't forget" he growled, that
there's a sight of people who amt in
any deals! Arne, let's go home and
feed stock with that contraption of
yours up in the haymow." He looked
off across the square to the window of
the school superintendent's office: Il
guess that girl of mine is ready to go
home, tool"
Wiley watched the Vances drive off,
the three of them in Jake's old buggy.
Jake used to travel to political con-
ventions in the smoker, and at twelve
O'Clock, pull a basket up between his
legs, spread a newspaper on his knees,
eat his chicken and sweet pickles, and
then pitch the paper out the window,
but when Arne comes back from col
lege he eats in the diner and uses a
finger-bowl," he told Aunt Abby. And
they have two hired girls at the farm!
Janet and Arne make up the price of
the dining car and the maids by figur-
ing out soil analysis, or new school
methods, and don't bother their heads
with picking chickens, or putting up
lunches"
We'll, there'l come an end" she
warned; "tain't in nature for farm to
stand two hired girls, or even one!"
He laughed: Get on the band wa
gon, Aunty!" Then behind her, in the
fragrant kitchen, he saw Old Michigan
warming his leg across the wood-box.
Michigan grinned expectantly:
Done got a letter from our little
girl, Mr.. Curran! And l done brought
it up here first thing for you to read"
"Aurelie?" Wiley was conscious of
disappointment that she had not
written him. She had sent n post card
from some town, with a blithe COM
ment, but little news. only that every
thing was all right. Now he reached
eagerly for the letter in the old SOL
dier's hands Aunt Abby stopped her
cooking as he tore it Open Then they
lost the world in Aurelie's tale of Won
ders.
What she done say, Mr.. Curran?"
Fine! Says y,u'd look good to her,
now, Uncle Mich. She's having the
time of her life. Everybody's good to
her, and helps her, and the McFetridge
boys are just grand, and everything
grand" Wiley looked shining g-eyed
around: That's the most of it-just
grand"
Wiley" said Aunt Abby severely
"I did hope she'd not get her head
turned!"
Not bit She says: Uncle Mich
the first night l was scared, and when
l walked out there and tried to see
over the lights l just wilted-inside!
Mr.. Gratz stood in the wings with the
book, and Hen McFetridge kept waV-
ing me not to cross 50 far, and MT
Feldman kept whispering something
from the other side, so / must have
looked scared l tried to speak and
couldn't say a word, and l looked
hopelessly off, and there was Mr.. Han
bury having a regular fit because
was going to spoil his play. He KEPT
shouting to himself and dancing
around: "Dried-I knew it," Their
that made me mad. and / glared a,
him, and then l heard what Morris
Feldman was trying to whisper. and
said, Father. l am here" And Jus'
right, too, Sol Gratz says-just like the
naughty young beauty was supposed
to be, who's under suspicion of being &
thief. Because / was mad at Mr.. Han
bury and his old play!' And every
time I lost my lines they all helped m'
every one, and you ought to have
seen what the papers said!'" criet
Mr. Curran-'I wish I'd seen that pa
peri"
Go on" said Uncle Michigan
"When's she coming homc?"
Don't say" answered Wiley. Say
the hotels are pretty bad, and the thea
ters are cold and dirty, but it's just
glory, Oh. lord-Aurelie!
Likes it," queried Aunt Abby, from
her doughnuts.
Says she's got a mission! To up
lift the stage! oh, lord-Aurelie!
But when's she comm home?
quavered Uncle Michigan.
And looking in Michigan's eye. MI
Curran saw a tear.
She doesn't say, Uncle Mich. Sh'
lust says she's sending number o
things for you-all' out at the Pocke
with the first money she ever earn
ed! Christmas presents for YOU an'
Knute and Peter and the baby. an'
Albert and Mrs. Lindstrom-and 70
John"
And John. he prayed so might!
hard he chased her off the place
Reckon she's the same old girl, MI
Curran?"
Sure, | think so, Uncle Michigan.
Don't reckon this yere stage husl
nessIl ever change her n mite, MI
Curran?'
Hope not. Uncle Michigan. Dar