Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1913-07-25
By CHARLES TENNEY JACKSON
Autbor of Che Doy Of Souls. My Brothers, Keeper Etc.
,pyright 1912. The Bobbs- Merrill Company

agricultural school in Wisconsin
! where he absorbed as much radica
politics as soil culture. Out Of hi
pockets now bulged great yellow eal
of prize corn and a bundle of congress.
sional speeches. Jake Vance, arguing
about the square on market days II
his old, moth eaten, buffalo coat, ex-
pounding his heresies to the farmers
was proud of his two children. Coun'
trybred, there was no "hayseed" about
them. Out at Cloverland farm they
had a telephone, a piano player, mo-
tor that did nearly everything about
the house and stables, and all the new
tangled devices; and the doubling
farmers always stopped to see what
next the vances were up to.
while we're all here" put in WI
ley, lets talk over the Christmas
number of our magazine SOS we car
get it out by April. It's really due to
our subscriber" ..
Miss Vance looked at him. Wiley
she said decisively, 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
we've got a new subscriber. was
afraid our other one would die. The
Chicago Style. Since Sallie Fris-
by came back from the city she says
it's a shame this town has no place
where one can go after the theater, sc
she's going to keep the Gem open un-
til ten o'clock If there's not a soul In
the place. She's going to give Rome
touch of high life, and on that aspira-
ton I got her to subscribe to The In
land Empire-if we give her a write
up. Also, we take it out in trade. BY
love, l jumped at it-The Inland EN-
pire does need a square meal"
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 it into farm
journal"
Mr.. Curran looked doleful. 1t is true
he was president Of the corporation
but most Of Miss Vance's salary had
gone Of late to get The Inland Empire
out of the EaIlville print shop. Wiley
had long since exhausted his eloquence
and his credit. Mr. Curran's touch
seemed as irresponsibly fatal to this
grand scheme as 1t had to the News
circulation. Janet had had great
dreams of The Empire. She had
wanted expression and achievement
beyond the routine of her work; she
had thought to touch the world, its
letters, crafts, movements with her
own convictions; they would build
their magazine slowly to success, as
piring high but yet keeping to the
good earth, with departments for the
home, the farm and countryside, while
battling for the militant political ideals
of the west. 1t would mean the sweet
ness Of power and freedom-now she
wondered how her own practical mlnd
could ever have supposed 1t would
succeed with Mr.. Curran at its busi-
ness head.
Wiley" she said severely, 1 shai
sell it."
You had better" he murmured
again dismally, consult our stock
holders"
Arne and Harlan shouted irrepressi-
bly. GO ahead" cried Harlan. It'll do
nate mine. I'm 700 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 suspend
publication at once"
Harlan" retorted the superinten-
dent, wiley is demora!izing you. I'm
glad you're going back to Harvard"
Her brother looked with some frank
resentment on the immaculate young
man. The lean faced student-fa farmer
from Wisconsin had the dyspeptic dia-
thesis Of the reformer. The genial
ease of breeding in the judges sor
CALLED him at times, even as die
Curran's whimsical impracticability
Arne's black eyes went about the old
shop with impatient envy, the ole
Washington press, the stack OF frayeo
ink rollers, the high wooden cases OF
type stained and whitfield by genera
tions of wandering printers; the ram
shackly desk piled with yellowing and
dusty papers, gummy with paste ano
inky accretions except in the one spo,
where the editor was wont to push
everything aside to find writing
space-the student-farmer burning
with his fiery zeal, saw in it all power
power unusued, dissipated, perVert'
ed. He was forever urging Wiley tc
further radicalism; and Wiley at his
best was irresponsible enough. the
Vances and the News had been united
from the first by common sentiment;
| from this same old desk, Jake Vance
in wartime days had lifted the body
Of the elder Curran, helpless with
copperhead bullet, and defied the mob;
and in the years Of the granger move
ments the News had supported Vance
in repeated hopeless battles for con-
gress. Arne had grown up in thi:
| demagogic ferment of vast ideas; ht
had come back from his Cow college
| quick with a sense of revolt, an impa'
tience to hurry his conservative coun'
ty of the Reserve into the "yount
| mems movement" of the party.
Harvard" he growled, and then
| conscious of his intolerance, added
| "Oh, well-that's all right. Harlan'l
| drop all that Bostonese accent wher
he gets back to practise here year ol
| two. And he'll be with us on the bant
| wagon when we get this county organ
| lied to dump the old gang. He'll for
| get he's Judge Van Hart's son. and
nephew of Senator Fairchild and "a
| Geek"
| Again they smiled at Arne's heat
He and Harlan had played on TIT
same football team in high school, ant
the lean farm boy had been the sensa