The Detroit times., 1913-08-13


through his hair and looked on al the
Methodist church spire It's different
up here. Maurice I'm mighty glad
10 see you-but IL wish you hadn't
come" lie seemed to have forgot
ten Harlans presence. Suddenly he
uprose and came swiftly 10 the other.
"See here. Maurice, Why can't
YOU get out OF town? You see you'll
get to talking, if you hang around,
and my freuds-it viii bother them!
Personally. don't care. but they
the people, these western country peo'
! pie
lie stopped. in Ladeaus small eyes
was curious confidence OF evil.
/ "Eheu' Desc Yankees. Dcy boil
d. coffee. MueE Sal4ges!- But dey
don't know you, eh? Dat it,"
Curran was staring out OF the win
dow l.adeau came nearer II reck-
Oh go cot a dollar 10 an old friend,
! Wiley"
Wiley hand went down. Here"
"Mebbe i've dollars? Look at dem
shoes-uame OF God Dat Rube-we
walk from st, Joe"
haven that much mere. Maui
rice. But-well, III get it. But for
Gods sake 90: let me think a Bit"
Then, as Ladeau shambled on step,
ne hurried 20 him. Wait You know
OF Adrienne? She died--are YOU sure
she died?"
Madame Artois tell me when / go
| back 10 N'Awlyns 10 years after She
say she write you She say 80 send
back wan beautiful letter when Adj
rienne died-just what poet would
say, Wiley. Wan beautiful letter--but
no money 10 bury Adrienne,'
know. ] was broke out In Ari
IONA. Maurice. Madame Artois knows
that | just could thank her for tax
/ ing care OF Adrienne, that was all "
"Oh. madame know. She cry when
she read dat letter. All women 20
can make cry somehow. madame she
say. Eheu. dat beautiful letter,
Curran was watching past him TO
the western sky Tomorrow, he
muttered. come back, Maurice. and
| I'll do what | can-that money. But
haven't much. I'm in debt terri
bly,
He watched Tadeau shamble down
! the street feeling of the dollar. turn
!
among the idlers He did not see
/ Harlan in the shadows. After awhile
| he raised his hand toward the shift
| less figure. That might have been
me! Meme But God help me
I'm saved"
| From the numbing OF his own past
he turned slowly and saw the young
er man, He came TO him swiftly. do
you hear, Harlan? Just that--a sham
bier, wreck" He sat down and
covered his face with his hands Pres
emily he writhed with some agony
| God, what a man misses" he ex-
claimed, what he filings away! What
A., ghosts come back, Harlan, After 20
/ years."
What is II. Wiley-that hurts so?"
Il don't know. Fear-that must be
/ It Nervous fear. OF late It's been
so fine just 10 live. Harlan. To go
down the street and feel that you've
done something, That you have am
bition, purpose and that they've
counted with men. That's it--that
/ you've won, New hope, new cour.
age; I've felt, like shouting IL to all
the world
II know Wiley"
mo. you don't, boy. You've got TO
be down and out first you've got TO
| be adrift and lose hope, and know
| yourself the failure first. before you
can ever realize how fine II is TO sue.
ceed, how sweet IL is TO live. Oh,
boy, when | was your age | drifted
over all the old west-it was a big
adventure. | wanted TO write what
| felt--its sweep and power and big
ness! Nevada. New Mexico. Califor
MIA, Alaska-whereyer life beat fast
and free, | wandered But | couldn't
write it--no-no, IL was too big and
splendid for me-the epic. But ! lived
lat, Harlan And then | came back
here when father died and left me
the old shop. No one knew: | had
failed, that's all. | settled down here
and worked, but the old fine ardor
was gone Eight years OF this village
common. prosy. dull-not one to
speak with OF the big things but you
and Janet And then | awakened
why here was the poem | had dream
ed and lost-here was my work. my
place, my people" He lifted his arm
and swept II out to hills beyond the
leafy square Yes, | got back my
old spirit, my fighting soul but
didn't put IL into a poem, Harlan
but into politics. this battle-and
won"
Harlan had stirred before his
ecstasy. Was this the man OF yes
terday this winging spirit. whom
the SNUG town had never understood?
who had come back TO an ennobling
youth?
Wiley came 20 put his hand upon
the younger mans shoulder II won.
and there's something for me. Har-
Ian. There's work. and there's life
there's love-" He Strengthened and
struck his fists together And | am
not afraid boy ! tell YOU I've not been
myself all this year-Ive been re-
I born" tie sat at his desk and stared
ont az the summer night The glory
tot il. The beauty OF IT," Again he
/ turned and reached his hand across
/ the table 10 his friend. ooh, the great
/ hours we've spent here. boy. You
can't tell what IL all meant You
are so different from me, but here
your manhood was formed, Harlan
and YOU watched my fight, too JUST
! battering away here at the old press
! and then the light dawned. She
\ came. Harlan"
IN "She?, janet
1 The other man stared at him
Janet? Why, no, Aureiie'"
Harlan did not stir Then he nut.
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