Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1914-03-19

fight. We need some money for print
ing and stuff. Got any?"
Mr.. Curran smiled. Good Lord,
Arne! I'm bled dry as q bone tried
to get some more on a mortgage at
the bank. Cal Rice rubbed his hands
and said, Wait till after election /
don't know whether he's trying to scare
me with a threat of foreclosure on the
News. or wants to conciliate ME in case
I'm elected" He glanced at Janet rue
ully But money? Our crowd has
simply going on telling men that I'm
Wiley Curran and l want them to vote
for me-and why!"
The farmer-student went away dis
satisfied. The candidate was in Miss
Vance's office. He had been there an
hour talking lightly of affairs but con-
scfous Of some right in the old intimacy.
Janet had been reserved, impersonal,
business like. She looked th%oughtfully
at him now.
wiley, you must have money. It's
the crisis Of you campaign. Arne's
right. You're winning splendidly. The
state press is noticing your fight down
is, for Hall is a national figure. It's
splendid!"
1t was the first touch of her old en-
thuSiasm for his success. For his sue
cess was in the air. There was a
sense of change, an u~ndercurrent Of
panic on one side, CT vivifying unity
on the other. Men we're talking of new
issues, new figures-the control of a
commonwealth was being wrested from
accustomed hands. the obscure
group of indictments in Winnetka
county were acute with this feeling of
being on the crest of a wave. The
radical papers had taken up Arne
We nonfo rhro GO M q ~, pr 49, 1N1t%Soct5
campaign among the farmers; it had
undoubtedly caught the popular humor.
Curran nodded buoyantly. His con-
straint vanished with Janet's. Yet his
intuition told him Of a change in her.
She sat Forward now N spoke as one
turning to a definite point of business.
Wiley, you need money. And 1 have
it."
He stared at her. A flush came to
his face. 'Janet?''
You can give me your note"
~ could write a bushel Of them-but
who'd take them?"
Il will-for $780,"
ut wouldn't be worth a cent at the
bank!"
Doubtless not. But to me- She
looked away seriously. Then, with hot
impulse breaking through. "Oh, Wiley,
I want you to win-win!" She swept
up his hand from h table. Your big
chance, and ! want to help!"
He was silent. Then muttered:
"Janet, 1 can't take your money! l.
I'm not worth it, girl. God bless you
I'd not feel right. 1-our friendship so
beautiful-so big a thing he would
not finish. A damning sense of re-
creance was on him. She loved him.
and he had never been able to make
such a disaster of himself thai she
,o,11 ,,0t o,,o li~o T.0k ~.
wonderful thing about women! And
Janet. with her great wide horizons, to
lovo him! Her steady, all-for-giving
faith in him; Janet the confidant Of
men like Governor Delroy, the leaders
Of new ideals. Janet, whose work was
ever calling her to finer achievements.
She had refused advancement, she had
waited-for him! No, he would say no
more. A man had best stumble on in
his own fashion.
I'm sorry. She looked away imper-
sonally. II only meant it for the com
mon good.-the new democracy we're
fighting for. Just that-you are one of
men-Td hoped Her voice had died
low. Then she went on in her business
tone, GO see Purcell today, will you,
Wiley?"
Within the hour she called up the
Honorable T. p. Purcell, MI. Curran's
political manager, and told him her
check for $500 was to his credit in an
to be apprised at present. Young Mr..
Purcell was too pleased to dissent; he
leaned much on Miss Vance.
Mr.. Curran walked to the Junction
and took the interurban to Earlville
that afternoon with the firmest inten-
ton tc see his political at
once. But he went into the Hotel
Mofrnnn1a with q dirootor oF <Lo e&o-o
and contracting company which had
been SO ~disgruntled over the Tanner
company's monopoly Of county work
and was therefore. for reform and
revolution. And after this conference
he suddenly remembered Aurelie. He
had been assuring himself that he
didn't know she was under the same
roof, but this was futile.
"I p she's leaving tonight" he
unused, and I ought to call up-why,
Of course l had! To let the little girl
go away in this fashion would be a
shame. Besides"-he reflected upon
other reasons-"well, I must see after
Aurelie." So, feeling rather brotherly-
fatherly, and altogether equal to the
matter, he inquired. And the burst of
JOY over the room telephone made him
queerly giddy. See him? Why, come
right up!
Miss Lindstrom was packing and
entertaining Norris Feldman, of the
Majestic theater. who was sitting on
her trunk, impressive, prophetic and
prepared to assume the glory OF her
burst on the world.
"Tn give you a letter, Miss Lindstrom
to Cohan & Snitz, who put over all
them big music shows in New York,
Believe me'-Mr. F'eldman laid a fat
diamonded hand over his fat chest
you got to show Cohan & Snitz. Miss
Lindstrom. This here Chicago beauty
bunk, that don't &c in New York, Miss
Lindstrom.'
Amt l just as good looking as 1
used to be, Mr.. Feldman?"
Forty ways for Sunday, Miss
Ltndstrom. You look the r now,
with them clothes-and I'm glad you
took my advice and put you salary in
clothes. It's all the business, Miss
Lindstrom. 1t don't go much with
Snitz, but Conan he falls for that.
Conan he knows the goods when he
sees EN-. When it comes to girls he
likes the big rangy lockers that he can
hang lots Of stuff on for his finales,
but you'll do, if you are little. There's
something about you"-Morris rolled
his eyes amiably-well, I can put you
right with Cohan. believe me, Miss
Lindstrom. There amt any one ex-
cept Max Levitani up in Chicago that
can put a girl into New York. like me,
Miss Lindstrom.n
That's good, commented Miss
Lindstrom, but will you get off my
trunk?Iand hold that lid back. too,
while i stuff this stuff In =