The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1914-01-01

tried I get young Mills of the Earl
Vile normal toarun against you, didn't
he? But Mills didn't run.
Janet put q firm gloved hand on his
arm. Not since ! put on my best
clothes and went to an Elks cllbs
ladies' night dance purposely to put the
out of Mr.. Mills mindt It took
half my dance program, thought"
Wiley rubbed his hands d~eliEhtediy.
Lord, J~anet-its geniuslA
No-huSiness. And ssWiley-oh, 4
want YOU to wake upi DO sornethingl
Be with 1ls--the people who try sonae-
thingl Oh, Wiley. I want you fol"
Ever since their school days h had
tried something mi that was to make
g success Of Wiley. Even he, with tho
trif1tng blincness OF a man might have
known what was behind 1t all. She
on mournfully: aYou said some
thing had stirred you at last Wiley!"
He was looking past her out the
window to Harlan and Arne across the
the evening held the frst cool
stealth OF antumn. The breeze
upon the gray facades { the
behind HI town showered
down the red and yellow leaves. AL
ready, from the elevation Of Curran's
shop, nj could catch glimpses Of tho
distant river through the denuded
cottonwood OF the bottom lands. And
his eyes were there with their old
detachment OF q man who dreams OF
what he had found and lost out be-
yond the circling hills; OF what the
years had given and taken away, and
ha hod rfnnd hHy nrorfxrA 1o ndnH NJ RY,A
he turned to her with sudden new
eagnerness.
Janet, I wonder II it's all as you and
Arne say? And Mcbride, over In
Earlville, and Purcell, and these men
who have such a curious notion that I
a beat Hall in the primaries? And
Governor Delroy, he spoke OF me !"
Yes. You know his organization
doesn't amount to much down here. It
needs local leadership. They want a
man out for congress. Assemblyman
Barrett, of Dallas county, vas con-
sidered, but they need him where he
is. And all the other progressives are
fling. The movement wants new men
and young men,
But me In congress. It sure would
a treat for c~ongress!"
"oh, Wiley! Be s%erious!"
He was still for a long time. Yes,
he had been the watcher from afar Of
the fighting men He had thought his
years Of ardor done. He spoke at last
gently.
You've been my good angel-always,
since we were kids in school. Good
God, how q man filings his youth awayi
] thought that was what I'd done
But Janet, I've awakened have!s
Her eyes were sparkling. She tensed
with q new splendid jubilance. She had
the militant; she was Of that fine
modernsty that has given to strong
women h fearless vision and the will
to do, and has taken nothing from
the expression Of sex, unacceptable, IN
daunted, as free as q mans virile pride.
Curran, with his love for the
modern, his hatred Of sham, had felt
at times, h pulsing OF her power and
had misunderstood nothing. That was
knowledge unspoken but unafraid.
come QUIT You viii go in the
%primaries7 oh. will you? rye waited
II know. And this very week II
seemed to see myself aright-to re-
alize what a miserable failure I'd been
"a Oh, something very
wonderful awakened me-quickened
thing!"
She looked curiously at him. but with
her bright fond faith, her OVERCOMING
happiness. The Inc hard lines that the
years had schooled about her ayes were
gone.
THE very first thing! Oh, but the
point is that you've done it! Well
work for you-all my friends who've
stood by men will be with you. But
the first thing-was it today?"
mo. Last Tuesday. A little thing
such q foolish little thing. But it hit
me hard-it appealed to the senti-I
mental In me. I suppose. But you
know me-an that sense Of romance
that's made q beggar Of me. Janet! It
was Aurelie Lindstrom."
She did not stir; her attentive eyes
w~re on him merely, but the cool
shrewd reading Of her workaday life
came over h eagerness Of a moment
ago. "Aurelie?" she murmured-"and
her prize-winning?" She smiled slowly.
. My :. Wiley. you hardly knew the
Yes. But the thing hit me. Janet.
She came to me"-he hesitated over
mentioning Harlan's name in Aurelie's
troubled case-'this thing confused
her so. And hurt her-it was-sort OF
a.a-tragedy, Janet. And she left it
all to me-what she should do. Here's
this great newspaper going to shout
all about her next Sunday-you know
the stuff-her beauty, and her po-
sort OF thing. I know Its cheapness
and its Stiffness, but it's her chance,
She asked we what to do"
Yes" She watched his ardent
eyes.