The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1913-11-13
CHAPTER u-{Continued)
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CHAPTER u-{Contnued)
Then they both shouted irrepress-
IDLY. The Inland Empire was q pulling
monthly the quartet had started o
Sear with some vast hope of har-
noring therein the genius Of the Mid
lanos. 4 was always In the Earlville
PRINT shops, waiting for the editors to
pay the printers bills, four months be-
nind It's date line Of Issue. Jane,
vance's salary usually went to helping
On n hamstrung magazine. Wiley
Turran never a any money, and the
q Harris did not take kindly to
Harlan's connection with the project.
sne corner, from the court house win
oows there came the below OF q mans
voice. It Jared and reverberated far
down High street with its sleepy
homes tucked In the dusk. o red lamp
nere there. famed by the air Of
silence. It was as IL the entire town.
the sober. decent community. stopped.
Shocked by some b1asphemy. But what
the W men on the corner heard now
was the voice of Har1an,s father. quiet.
sure. inststent with authority against
the hoarse passion Of the other: "The
court cannot" they could only catch
. word here and there-4ntolerable
(, the law MI. Bailiff !.
. John Lindstrom. Contempt-
Then a lower buIl-like answer dying
away and The shuttle of feet.
Harlan q across the lawn with
Wiley following. As they entered tho
cession came down: a big. rough man.
and by his side. Marryat, the sheriff.
The prisoner looked ahead, his blue
eyes dulled, the weeks growth OF
beard on his face twisted into ugly
lines. His right sleeve swung empty
from the elbow. Behind him was Late
Mason, his attorney, perplexed. whis-
pering to Jewett, the pot-bellied dis
trict attorney. who listened apathet-
ica1sy.
The big man went down. AT the
jail door he stopped and raised his
huge fist to shake 1t up the stairs.
Harlan saw there his father, who had
was watching Lindstrom. his face a
study in control. In breeding, against
he others primal anger.
"Damn the law!"
Lindstrom STROBE on Damn the
COURT" He turned with Marryat's
hand on his shoulder. The jurors, 1oi-
tering, whispering. putting on their
%steadfast at the prisoner. as If in him
self was the spiritual inviolability Of
the Law which could listen and endure.
which had pronounced and could be
patient. Harlan was at his side, and
o his firm lips moved. 'Ldndstrom
lost his case. He had noneI directed
against him. The law is clear"-he
stopped. and for an instant Harlan had
a glimpse OF the outrage and horror in
hts fathers soul-'he cursed the law.
I sent him down for contempt" The
Judge shivered though the air was
warm. Come on-let US get the fruit
for your mother"
The young man did not follow at
once. He, toe, seemed dazed, but more
at his fathers suffering thar at Lind-
strom's crime. And as he watched the
jailer search Lindstrom, taking from
his pockets a knife, a bit Of string, a
nickel and a piece OF tobacco. all pite-
eous and inutile, this pocket of a poor
man-Harlan saw a group on the court
and terrified boys and a girl who
seemed mothering them against this
great fear. Lindstrom saw them also.
His one fist shot up over the heads OF
the ~jailers. "Ay, home with you lads!
Knute and Peter! There'l be no more
school. now. Damn their law. their
taxes and their schools! I'll have no
more Of 1t for me or mine!"
The girl under the arc light looked
back silently. And you, too, Aurelia;'
the big man roared. i've fed you In
my house, but there'll be 40 more
school for you'll"
Wiley Curran had started forward
with a cry. Tho Judges son was
mute. But 1t eeme that there was
craven on his soul more than the
picture there. AS II on the velvet lawn,
against the peace and order Of the
town, the rich farm land attentive, q
life had been taken in shame: or more
than a life, for on the souls Of the
workingman's children there was
wrought a hate for all time. BE was
conscious now that Curran was angrily
shouting wild words: that b two lads
had fled, and that the slender girl. with
n last look as II her bitterness was too
large to hurl at them. was following.
The young mar felt an intolerable re-
vulsion. He suddenly ran to the cor
ner. staring after her and then dashed
on along a street leading to the bluff.
When he reached 1t he saw the girl on
the trail among the rocks, running with
the 1.-THE swiftness OF q doe he shout
ed after her:
"Aureiie! Aureite!"
But no answer came down from the
leafy cliff. And after a moment some
guilty consciousness stilled his tongue.
His class. his kind, his tradition, the
blood behind him fought down his
mans rebellion. He went back to the
square where his father was waiting
in the buggy. The men of the town
had scattered from the place Of justice.
CHAPTER III
THE DISCARD.
They gave Lindstrom, the quarry
man his reedom at the end of the day.