The Detroit times., 1913-08-20

I house the host welcoming the lhresh-
ers. the discussion OF the yield ana
! price with the Weighers and sack
sewers. as the owner let The brown
wheat run through his fingers All
| this he had been giving mp with his
new larger life This prosy county
| iriendliness which only this year he
! had discovered and loved. and which
had made place for him given him
honor And nov. al the moment Of
! his miracle. the precious knowledge Of
| their trust ana that he was equal-to
this mans work he had fallen again
| the wandarer, the man without un-
Outstanding the poet withou, song
tie turned from II all with tear-flled
eyes. climbing higher In the BLUFFS
| The leaves we're newfallen, showing
the tar.Wiuding river, the bronze
shields OF the corn coming up 20 the
black muddy roads leading 20 the
town. first past the modest homes OF
| the workers and hired folk and then
70 the heavy-faced houses OF the rich.
After all. a pleasant friendly town.
coming az last 10 know him a whole
some town blown always with odorous
airs and filed with the voices OF
young people. boys climbing the cat.
lie trails. sweethearts wandering along
the pebbly watercourses OF sunday
afternoons. or old men and women
coming slowly along the walks under
the arching naples. speaking kindly,
knowing every one and the children
OF every one.
From the last high ridge. where the
uplands began. he could see the great
vlstas, The smoke over the mines
.and factories in Earlville the Missis-
sippi. a band OF dull silver strung
along the hills Of Illinois: and now.
on his home shore. far 10 the north.
single farm wagon toiling up the red
cash OF road 10 the yellow bluff.
then rafting on. crawling speck al
last the wrapped figure In the seat
alone and desolate under the SKY. the
low-pressing globe OF gray He
thought il might be his friend. Hen
ringer. going back to his home peo-
pie. He would tell them the news.
He wondered how they would receive
1t; If they would not be saddened?
They would open their weekly paper.
the damp and soggy little sheet as II
came from his old press and read his
announcement. The talk would get
about-some nameless blight that had
struck down their champion, and only
the infinite silence would answer. He
thought OF the farmers driving home
ward from the rally that would not
take place. rough-garbed, silent In
sort of awe OF Thad Tanner. the little
gray boss who was on top again
They would guess ct this much. But
Curran who, somehow, had appealed
to their own secret sentiment: who
had come clearing an obscure message
the tighting good, the newer ideal OF
democracy-something past the money
lust OF the republic-he, who had
dreamed that out OF their gray and
honest lives he might weave the col.
ors or his own infinite possibilities
what would they think OF him?
tomorrow was the election and by
night the great fight would be won
They would all win. Deroy. the mill
tant governor. the junior senator: all
the men OF the north in the brilliant
campaign. But he who had been OF
them. OF whom the home folk had
been proud as he voiced their con.
science against outworn theories of
IA.
He thought OF how they would discuss
him tomorrow about the polls. his use
less name on the ballots--a man apart,
branded with a nameless stain, the
eternal whisper following him. Yes,
he had found bottom after the re-
surge OF his life He had risen 10
fall. Love had made the way and
then defeated him
From the high point he saw vel.
low scar and knew Il was the quarry.
with beyond the shanties OF the pock.
ct squatters. Up this trail she had
and grown. his child his lii.
tie girl, laughing the way OF her vul-
gar upbringing. all unknown and un.
cared FOR And he-he might have
done so much-he who all his thrift.
less life had needed the touch OF
hand in his
He tried TO recall the first time he
had seen her-a dark-haired child in
red dress going past his shop with the
barelegged Lindstrom boys. Then
schoolgirl. slim. with sharp-eyed III.
the Gallo tricks and poses. and then
the maid ne had come 10 know
Moody al times. and onely. passion.
ale stu with e2geruess 10 live and
be And thence on TO his miracle
laughing her way into his dreams. the
bizarre romance in his obscure strug.
gle. lifting him by her kinshlp or !
feeling, OF adventure. OF follies and eS.
trdvssances. Oh the way thev had
come unknowing the two outcasts
10 their triumph,
Then he bowed his head with hum.
bleness az this other miracle With
all her droll playing with him, her
grateful fondness for him, ne had
been the pure In heart The wonder
or Il That always, his passion had
been sheltering and projecting one
"a fatherhood, indeed, that defended
her against the towns tongues, that
exulted IN her success. And once
again he looked off TO the east and
his mystic impulse came. He kissed
mis- fingers TO the dun sky and whis.
pered Because you're there. Au.
elie-Just because you're there"
AT dark he went 10 the cabin and
before tiny fire sat long. A NOR.
row was 10 be thought of-a sober
reckoning tomorrow, the long straight
road. He would have TO 20. he rea
soned; he was crushed, DESTROYED
here. And then fame OF logged
courage swept him No. he would
not 10 He had done no wrong. Fate
mad struck him down, but he accepted.
tie would make his rght-a losing