The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1914-02-19
CHAPTER x1v-(continued).

CHAPTER xIv-(Continued).
Mr.. Wiley!!. She looked at hims
Mr. Wiley sighed. Got a telegram
from Hen McFetridge yesterday. They
played to S. R. o. at Marshalltown.
ana another one from Cedar Rapids
says, biggest house here since 49,
sanet-he looked at her with the first
burst Of enthusiasm she had seen this
morning-'Aurelie's a winner!"
me woman of 80 was looking off to
the hills. Wiley, l wouldn't publish
al the things You do about her in the
News. It's not good taste-alI those
press notices and things. And it
doesn't DO you any good in your new
career. She had hesitated and looked
Iul at him. Uncle Michigan had gone
nack to scratching his garden bed.
The town says" again she paused
at his r%esentful wonder.
The town says what?"
"Ihat you must be rather in love
With Aurelie."
He was on his feet before her.
q They say that?"
Well, you've run on in such enthus-
lasm about her. OF course it's just
your way"
My way? 1 can't help what the town
says. The town made an outcast of
me much as it did of AureIie in the
OLD days, But by George, Janet-this!"
she is the sort o would love,
Wiley. With all her courage, the
prave tight, as You say she is making
she is one Of the su%perlatively fem
mine sort-or at least what you men
stupidity imagine is the really feminine.
Appealing to your absurd chivalry, as
you call 1T; but actually your vanity
cl1nglng to you n SO giving you an
enlarged sense Of your strength, your
W1&60m vn1Jr yJ To
womankind! Come now"-she smiled
good humoredly-'isn't that the type
OF woman you like best?'
He faced her with 6. hurt laugh; she
mac begun with a touch of bitterness
which her common sense subdued.
The parasite? Not the woman who
can help-and who dares demand:
You men are all primitive in your ideas
of women, Wiley"
Janet" he answered slowly, you
don't understand. A child. misplaced,
hurt, proud, struggling for the bit of
good she SeeS-that is what l saw in
Aurelie. I don't deny her appeal. I've
felt like taking her in my arms INC
saying: Why, your dear kid, you
ought not to be in this business.
knocking about cheap hotels and in
such shows. You ought to have a
home-a shelter-some one"
That is just it" She smiled imper-
sonally, and briefly. well, no matter,
Wiley. Only 1 wondered why the blue
birds were calling to you this morning,
and not congress. 1t Is spring, Wiley"
But Mr.. Curran was put out and
angry. He did not want her to divert
the matter with her serenity measuring
smile. Janet" he cried again. Il
don't love her-no, mol"
"No-no! Merely attracted. AS you
are to bookposter girls n the mag
azine cover girls!" She laughed now.
ooh, well, the eternal masculine!"
Their she turned to him stubbornly:
you are coming through this
fight-this campaign-this mans work
for us all"
Yes" he answered quietly. II will.
And you've hurt me, Janet. But per-
haps you were intending to"
She left him with another banter. He
had a feeling that she was guessing
shrewdly at the struggle dimly grow
ing in his mind; he was trying to
grasp her larger standards, her victor
iouS self as a woman of the time, and
his yielding to the common thrall of
men in this chit Of a girl. And he
gave it up as d bad job, and turned to
his work. But he observed that he did
work the rest Of the day, savagely and
with effect. He would not listen to the
bluebirds.
Bluebirds and spring ushered in full
June. With his shop and his outer ac-
busy TO read the scrawly letters from
Aurelie which Uncle Mich brought.
Things had happened. The McFetridge
combination had transformed the
northwest and then booked into a Chi
cago stock house. Then it lost the
money garnered on %one-night stands.
The city did not seem to recognize last
5000, ,,s-y,o, ~F Tho no,,{1y. Dnyfnot
The Chronicle, having worked it's sub
scription lists as far as might be on
the exploitation, was rather Indifferent
to Miss Lindstrom. Other reviews were
p%erfunctory. Morris Feldman said 1t
was Mr.. Hanbury's rotten" play. But
every one ~cheerfully admitted that,
even young Mr.. Hamburg, Of the Du-
buque Register.
All this between lines of Aurelie's
ed. She was expanding vivaciGusly,
throwing herself into work, living every
minute. Her first glimpse Of a city
fascinated her. She bewildered Uncle
Michigan with her adventures.
THAT limb Of a girl" commented
Aunt Abby, "she ought to be home. 1t
isn't doing her a mite of good, Wiley"
"Home?" murmured Mr.. Curran.
where is Aurelie's homer"
"She ought to be gathered up and
taken care Of"
Yes Mr.. Curran sighed. II think
SO too, now"
The next they heard was of a
wrangle between h McFetridges and
Morris Feldman. Then Mr.. Feldman
was out and the house was dark
and she was boarding with Miss Nor
man who was a perfect dear Then
the company reorganized with a lot of
expensive and a new play
which the angels" had procured. Then
they had a summer booking and Au-
relic was to be leading LADY," Out
in the west again somewhere! So Au-
relic put it.
Mr.. Curran was struck. dumb. Au-
relic a leading LADY," He could not
kick his job press that day. That
girl he unused, must just be runnlns
that show and the twins and every
thing!" ,,
Done goin' to occupy the land!'
chuckled Uncle Michigan.
One afternoon when the sugar trees
over the town were SummeT-heaNy, ana
from the uplands came the faint click
click of the first mowers, ana inc
young corn vas high across the black
bottoms. Mr.. Curran, looking up from
biu nrass saw the Van Hart surrey al