The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-07-17

Tanner for the loss of his arm at
the quarry" the EDITOR said. Tan
ner offered two hundred as a settle
ment, but Mason persuaded John 10
sue. And I'm afraid he checked
his voice-"wel. contributory negli-
gence and all that. Lord. lord-two
hundred for a mans right arm-a
workingman's arm"
He looked on Knute's sturdy face
Peter. by his side. peered fearfully at
Harlan. To the dusty lads from the
Pocket quarry, Harlan was a young
man of consequence who had his
clothes pressed at the Iowa Pressing
club, and bought front seats in the
/ tin opera house when show came
20 town. The town kids in the Mig
ger heaven could look down and see
! Harlan with some pretty girl. Also
= he went 10 the frat dances and treat
ed damsels at the Palace OF Sweets,
and was a Geek" whatever that
was, and studied law back east, and
was a notable person In Rome. Iowa.
So surely, TO be the son OF Judge Van
Hart and live on High street and own
one OF the four automobiles in the
county-all this went with law and
order and righteousness, and one was
/ deserving. without envy, OF having
ones pants pressed at the Iowa Press
/ ing club. If Knute could have apoth-
eosized all that was best In
America, next TO RUDE Van Hart,
who could bat 400, he would have
placed Harlan. the genial kindly
young man of High street and Har-
ward.
"Old Thad's a hard one" Knute
added but his voice rose to triumph
ant faith. But law and justicell
beat him, Maybe Wen get a thou
sand dollars, Aurelie said SO And
| If we get a thousand dollars. Aurele's
going to have a dress and go to the
high school party. Uncle Mich said
so, And Uncle Mich won't peddle
no more bootleg whisky If We get
Thousand dollars, Then he and paw'll
get along better when he don't peddle
bootleg whisky. And" his voice
fell solemnly. IF we get the thousand
dollars maybe Aurelie'd go TO
church,"
The editor laughed gracelessly. He
could not see Harlan's face as the
lads raced across the lawn to the
courthouse.
"When?" he said irrelevantly, ARE
you coming back TO practice law and
expedite the regime of Justice, truth.
bengnity and the other virtues, Har-
LAM"
Next year. Father wants me to
begin with the old firm. Dooley is
good deal of a hack So there's a
chance for me-
"Chance?" Curran sighed. When,
for a Van. <Hart, was there ever any
thing but a. chance-the golden
chance? NJ suppose everything will
be cut out easy for you. You're
son OF fortune, Harlan"
He looked about his dingy shop,
where his fathers dreams and his
own had ended Well son, you de-
serve 1t. All that's best in our best
blood Is in you I'm glad you're going
TO settle down here. You can do 80
much-much that | couldn't reach.
Your position-just see how these 1T
tie Dane boys look at you-little
Americans in the making, and you
stand for all America TO them--jus-
tice, law order" He checked his rhap-
sodizing at Harlan's SMILE. "Old chap,
II mean IT,
Between the two was a comradeship
which their years belied Many
night of the long quiet summer Har-
Ian had lounged in Wiley's shop, and
while the old job-press clanked, they
argued systematically of the days
questions. The West was astir with
newer delineations of democracy, and
Curran, the inutile Celtic poet and en-
thusiast, felt the pulsing. Socialism,
the initiative and recall direct cleo
ton of senator's, the checking OF 1u-
dcial tyranny; these along with the
little common issues Of the county