Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1913-09-02


career. I'm going to be somebody my
self. Be new woman like Miss Vance
and write pieces for the papers; and
not bother about home and some ba-
bies like I want!"
i "Aurelie, can't understand you."
| She sat on the trunk and sighed.
That's on top. Down in my heart ]
1 want to run away down-river with
Uncle Mich and to the Cajun country
where we went to the island balls and
/ wore hyacinths in my hair-I do, Mr..
Curran!"
Lord bless you!" cried Mr.. Curran;
you love Harlan!"
mo, I don't. But want to be loved
by somebody just like I ana sort of
wandery person who'd be willing to go
off on adventures. And not have any
people or careers. Just be brave and
foolish, like you.
Mr.. Curran contemplated her quite
calmly. "Aurelie," he demanded.
/ y.
Never, never-never! 1t was only
because I was lonely, and sentiment
talist-is that it? 1t was such a great
thing that summer. But now? Why l
have theater managers come and help
me roll stockings and stick 'em in my
trunk! Mr.. Feldman just did,"
"Aurelie," went on Mr.. Curran stead
lily and sternly, "about Harlan-you're
making a great mistake II you throw
him Off"
She regarded him demurely through
half-closed limpid eyes.
Some people I know wouldn't be
sorry If I did"
Aurelie was plainly playing with
poor Mr.. Curran. He felt 1t and was
enraged. IF you weren't so grown up.
I'd spank you! You-a young lady!
I'm not. Ask Harlan's mother or
some Of the Shakespeare club. I'm vul-
gar and nobody-just Old Michigan's
grill"
Mr.. Curran sat despairingly down.
Never to him had she been so beauti-
fully buoyant, 80 arch with joy, so in
finite with possibilities. so gay with
blithe courage. Love Harlan? Surely
not! This was life she was loving
smiles and tears and triumphs-she
was enraptured with 1t all, and she
would love no one now! She was find
ing herself; she was unfolding splen-
didly, dangerously, out Of the hard and
meager years she had served.
John says the reason he won't let
the family have your presents Is be-
cause you're contrivance Of the dew
H." ..ir -.... .r
"But you like the DEVILS contriv-
ances, don't you, Mr. Curran"
Il expect I do, Aurelie." O..
"And you don't care hang what
congress thinks!"
I'm afraid not, Aurelie."
She came with laughter to him-and
kissed him. Nobody can see us!
What's the use Of hating anybody? Or
being sorry? Or pining because they
don't love you? Oh, let's just go on and
be fin ewith every one! I'm trying to
be religious. say prayers when I
amt too sleepy. And I'm collecting
Madonna heads, and give dimes to all
the beggars. Ada says it's silly to cross
the street to give dimes to people, but
| tell her it's religious!"
Somehow" he muttered, II have to
forgive you. Do you know you are liv-
ing, Aurelie, every day? That's what
1t means-to be gay and happy and
kind, and not bother too much about
other things" He took her hands:
Dear girl, life isn't so much winning
anything as always trying. It's better
to travel than to arrive, as some one
said. And oh, so many years I stood
still-until you came, Aurelie! I can't
exactly explain it-you can't imagine
how you helped mel"
She looked at him wide-eyed. Help
ed you?"
II knew you wouldn't" he went on
despairingly.
She was still for a time. Il wish I
could understand! It's fine to know
you. I never used to feel so hopeless
after I met you. You made me happy
because you saw something in mel
wasn't just common to you" He look
ed up to see some grateful shining In
her eyes-"And the funny old town
we were both rebels, weren't we? And
just suppose you did go to congress,
and / became a real actress!" She
stood by the window and stared out
across the busy street to where. even
in Earlville, one saw the encircling
hills.
What then, Aurelie?"
why. we'd both remember how we
helped each other!"
He went away with a surge Of his
heart he could not still. Now write
me every week." she had said. Mice
friendly letters-and not fatherly -ad-
vice letters as If you were baldheaded,
Mr. Curran!"
When he had gone home, he climbed
Eagle Point trail before he could
sleep. And he did a curious thing for
possible member of congress; he
kissed his fingers toward the eastern
hills and whispered:
Because you're there. Aurelie-just
because you're there!"
(To be Continued.)
Secretary McAdoo and Money Famine.