Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1913-09-30
then began to boom the press end"


They dashed away, and, the press
agent, seizing the bull-pup from Rube
ran for the nearest conveyance. "Fol-
low 'em," he shouted. Keep track
of that grill" 7H fgt
On the way out he YEARLY confided
in the hackman. take It from me,
chasing Miss Lindstrom around over
these United States Is some work.
She wanted to stop the Earlville State
Express one time so that the water
wouldn't splash in her stateroom
bath tub, and denounced the conduct
or all the way to New York when he
refused. Say. II I could get over half
the real stories I know about her
with the city editors, I'd be made on
Broadway" ,c ,r
"Hey?" retorted the hackman.
used to see that kid sellin' skinned
rabbits at the, grocery not so many
years ago. Young man. If you want
stories about Aurelie Andstrom,
right here's the place!" & ~
Keep a-going!" yelled the publi-
city man; eff she gets out OF sight
most anything's liable to break-and
I've got to make the three o'clock
editions with q column on her!"
Arne's machine tore into the long
leadfiess stretch Of creek road where
the first Of the watchers began to ap-
pear in the buggies ana carts. Then
the people on foot, a throng thick
ening until the road was blocked; and
the dyspeptic farmer-student, swear
ing at them, leaped out and kicked
away a panel Of the rail fence. He
sent the big car smashing through
and it went iunging over the rough
and frozen ploughed land. Aurelie
had sat very still and pale. holding to
Uncle Michigan's hand. She seemed
swiftly understanding 1t all, the mas
ses Of people, the sense Of impending
horror, the acute crisis. Uncle Mich
igan had been trying to tell her; ia
net Vance was endeavoring to explain;
and her big black eyes grew wider
and brighter. ~. tC,
| And suddenly from the woods
ahead there came the spatter Of rifle
shots. Janet put her hands to her
ears. ... r.. =.
"They want you, Aurelie! Maybe
you can-maybe you can! He would
not listen to Wiley, but maybe you
IL" .,r.. .n. ....
She turned swiftly. 'Mr. Curran,
where is he?" ,. lin
Janet ceased. She had almost for
gotten In the whirl of events. Dumb
ly she watched the girl, striving to
guess her thought. Curran, crushed
with his agony, out there making his
last appeaI-and Aurelie, sitting up
right staring now at the battle-field,
her eyes searching for him. She had
asked for him! And slowly an in
finite pity came to Janet's heart
Aurelie, what was she thinking?
| When the machine ground past a
fence corner a man leaped out waving
a shotgun .e' 90"
Hold on! You can't 60 farther!
Van Hart said no one could go closer!
They are going to riddle that house
next time Lindstrom fires a shot"
| Arne jerked his throttle wider and
dashed past. They're closing In
Oh, Janet they're closing in! Where's
Harlan-look for him!" ..
"Harlan?" Aurelie arose, her hostile
eyes leveled at the line Of deputies
climbing the fence. go on-go on!"
she cried. ......
The guards were yelling to them.
From the creek side Of the field
another shot rang out Janet, look
ing that way, saw Harlan mounted,
motioning to the men. Then from
Iindstrom's house came the squirt Of
gun, and one Of Harlan's group
fell face downward at his feet They
scattered.
| "Arne," his sister whispered, get
word to him-to Harlan, that she's
here"
He stopped the big car with jerk
AS he was climbing out, with the
whir of the machine, and the warn
| ing shouts of the deputies in their
ears, they did not notice that Aurelie
had slipped from the other side.
Not until Old Michigan raised cry
did Janet turn to see the open door
behind her. .'. .---
| l,,r.,, faat ouoy Aurelia was rum
ming. She had thrown her furs from
her, scattering the roses among the
frozen clods, and was flying onward
to her old home two hundred yards
across the field. The deputies were
shouting. Arne saw her now. He
turned to follow. Janet sprang out,
a. cry on her lips. Old Michigan
uprose, calling his pleadings.
Janet stopped. There was nothing
she could do. The panorama was
spread before her like moving pic
ture: the bleak corn-stubbled field,
the gray little house detached In the
winter sunlight a film Of smoke over
its gable; and on all three sides OF 1t
a struggling line of men advancing.
firing here and there. yelling insane
ly, loading to fire again. The spatter
of shots. thickened; it became volley;
the blue smoke hid the farther FENCE
the masses Of people far beyond un-
der the leafless trees. From the
gabel of Lindstrom's house came
single report, sharp from its nearness'
A man of the line went down.
She saw Harlan coming with the
| posse from the other side. Her
brother was running faster, but Au-
relic was far beyond him flying on
with her old woodland litheness.
Then another figure caught Janets
eye. Wiley Curran had leaped the
fence from among the deputies and
had outstripped them. He was shout
ing; and the angle Of his course would
cut Aurelie off from the house. ia
net cried to him. She saw the men
beyond the house, under Harlan
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