Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1913-08-19


too busy with his soul and plannin' to
drive Tanners men off the creek sur
yey to think about Aurelie's show
money now. DEVILS money, John says
But 1t buys things for the baby, Mr.
Curran. Just like my old bootleg
money, somehow. But these here Holi-
ness people that got hold of John, they
don't think o that"
Johns a fool, Uncle Mich. If the
county decides to divert the creek
down the Pocket all you squatters will
have to get out or be flooded"
Not John. He says the God O. Bat
ties done told him to fight. Mr.. Curran,
thereM done be trouble sometime over
that" ........ .s.s.
I'm afraid so," Wiley sighed. The
deal for the turning of Sinsinawa
Creek back from the uplands above
the town to it's ancient channel which
led to the bottoms above Tanners quar-
~, had gone quietly through. Every
body favored 1t, except the outlying
farmers who grumbued that 1t was
another piece Of favoritism, or maybe
worse. Tanners boards" however,
were an always present grievance. The
only item Of interest the News found in
the proceedings was that Harlan Van
Hart, Esq, son of Judge Van Hart, the
latest addition to the Winnetka coun-
ty bar, made his first public appear
ance as an attorney for the Tanner
company to argue for the ordinance.
Wiley spread" himself in the most
approved journalistic fashion on Har-
lan's effort, but he sighed-and sent
the clipping to Arne Vance.
And not even young attorney Van
Hart, toiling away that summer in the
little side room Of the firm Of Donley &
Van Hart-names reversed, you notice
getting up his briefs and citations,
knew that in his little side room in the
bank Old Thad Tanner chuckled and
roared. The News actually commend
ing something that he had done! But
that fool editor didn't really think Van
Hart's boy had anything to do with it?
He took the paper to his son-in-law,
Cal Rice, the pallid cashier. I'VE got
Ia get this boy, Cal. We gotta get him
on the ticket next fall, IL he can hold
the News and these sorehead cusses
who've started that Progressive league
over In Earlville. Yes, sir, GAIA
mighty clever boy, and good boy
like his father-steady and safe. The
party needs more young men like that
and maybe 1t would be just as well
to put old jelly-belly Jewett off the
ticket this year and run Harlan for
district attorney"
Old Thad talked about this to Judge
Van Hart the next day; and the judge
frowned. He deprecated politics. But
when he went in the bank Cal Rice
said something about it. Then the
Judge mildly and worriedly told his
wife. Her eye frightened. Harlan
should have a career in the state-cer-
tainly. But it was absurd to talk of II
his first year out of school. But the
next day Old Thad stopped her surrey
to speak of it when she was shopping
about the square. He had joking and
yet deferential patronizing for the Van
Harts that always made the good lady
detest him-as much as one may the
| richest man in the county-and the
most influential.
Meanwhile Harlan plugged away. He
seemed more reserved, but still his
genial self. He picknicked with the
girls of his set along the river; the
High street young people wandered ir
and out Of his mothers home at infor-
NAL dances. and played tennis on the
lawns, and ate ice-cream of evenings
and flirted on the veranda much as
| they had done since he was sixteen
| Nothing was changed, only he was now
| a man at a mans work. Much like his
/ father, people said. From his office
window Harlan could see the judge
drive in town behind Old Dutch, tie
him to the rail and walk slowly under
the naples to the court house steps
speaking gently to every one, bowine
with old-time courtesy to the women
patting the dogs-a fine, upright, be-
loved figure of a man. That was wha
he should come to be, doubtless,
sturdy, unfearing, clear minded Amer
| lean Of the best people.
| And once as he watched the cour
room windows with the June sweetnes!
straying in, he thought Of that evening
when John Lindstrom's hoarse and de
spairing voice cursed his father ant
the law. He felt that even now th'
hurt of it was on his fathers mind.
hurt growing with what the town wa
slowly coming to think Of Lindstrom
He had defied society, cut himself of
a religious fanatic, in his patch of corr
land in the Pocket Only last week,
shotgun under his crippled arm, th
gaunt quarry worker had come upol
the surveyors on his land running tn
line for the diversion dam and forbad
| them further entry. Harlan reHleH
bered that he had heard Marryat tn
good d-natured sheriff. telling his fathe
that he would have to drive out ant
have little friendly talk with John
The somber quarryman was a "bit off
maybe. Taken his children out o
school, forbade them to mix with tn
town boys and all that. The judge ha
not answered. Harlan knew in hi
heart there was a grief and an outrag
he would not reveal. People had whis
pered that John had become an OUTLAY
from the day Judge Van Hart put tn
taint of the Jail on him.
I Then to Harlan's mind the though
| of Lindstrom brought the memory Q
, another summer-the long quiet even
ings when he had met Aurelie in tn
hills. 1t seemed that he must hav
been desperately sorry for her to Low
her so. That was it-her pathos an
her grace and prettiness and all tn
magic of the summer. Now he hear
I her discussed about the verandas b
the nice girls he knew-her notoriet!