The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1914-03-19

fight We need some money for print
ing and stuff. Got any?"
MI. Curran smiled. Good Lord.
Arne! I'm bled dry as a bone! / tried
TO get some more on a mortgage at
the bank. Cal Rice rubbed his hands
and said. 'Wait till after election l
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
fully. But money? Our crowd has
no n Money be damned I'm
simply going on telling men that I'm
Wiley Curran and I 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-
scious Of some right in h old intimacy.
business like. She looked thoughtfully
at him now.
wiley. you must have money. It's
the crisis of your campaign. Arne's
right. You're winning splendidly. The
state press is noticing your fight down
here. / should almost say the country
is, for Hall Is a national figure. It's
splendid!"
1t was the first touch of her old en-
thusfasm for his success. For his sue
cess was in the air. There was a
sense of change, an undercurrent OF
panic on one side, of vivifying unity
on the other Men were talking OF new
issues. new figures-the control of a
commonwealth was being wrested from
accustomed hands. and the obscure
group of indictments in Winnetka
county were acute with this feeling of
radical papers had taken up Arne
Vance's phrase Of a pigs and politics
campaign among the farmers; 1t 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 and spoke as one
turning to a definite point OF business.
wiley, you need money. And / have
it idle in the bank. I want you to use
it."
He stared at her. A flush came to
his face. "Janet?"
you can give me your note"
81 could write a bushel Of them-but
who'd take then?"
IT will-for $780,"
ut wouldn't be worth a cent at the
bank!"
looked away seriously. Then, with hot
impulse breaking through, "Oh. Wiley,
want you to win-win!" She swept
up his hand from the table. Your big
chance. n I van to help!"
He was silent. Then muttered:
Janet. I can't take your money! l.
I'm not worth it, girl. God bless you
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 that ST
would not love him. That was the
uynnIarff1j thing ohnI,f u,nronrt i. A mr.
Janet, with her great wide horizons, tt
, low him! Her steady, aIl-for-givine
faith in him; Janet the confidant o,
men like Governor Delroy, the leaders
Of new ideals. Janet, whose work wa
ever calling her to finer achievements
She had refused advancement, she hat
waited-for HIM! No, he would say nt
, more. A man had best stumble on il
his own fashion.
I'm sorry" She looked away imper.
sonally. 81 only meant it for the. com,
mon good,-the new democracy we'r,
the leaders now-one Of the coming
, men-Pd hoped" Her voice had dice
low. Then she went On in her business
, tone, 60 see Purcell today, will you
{ Wiley?"
) Within the hour she called up tn,
Honorable T. P. Purcell, Mr.. Curran'
, political manager, and told mir he
check for $500 was to his credit in al
: Earlville bank. The candidate was no
| to be apprised at present. Young MI
Purcell was too pleased to dissent; h
+, leaned much on Miss Vance.
Mr.. Curran walked to the junction
t and took the interurban to Earlvill
that afternoon with the firmest inten
ton to see his political manager a
!. once. But he went into the Hote
Metropole with q director of the ston
: and contracting company which ha'
l~~- 40 ~,-N- 49, 49,
company's monopoly Of county worl
' n was, therefore, for reform an,
t revolution. And after this conferenc
t he suddenly remembered Aurelie. H
had been assuring himself that h
didn't know she was under the sam
. roof, but this was futile.
Il suppose she's leaving tonight" h
unused, and 1 ought to call up-why
! OF course 1 had! To let the little cir
go WI in this fashion would be
shame. Besides"-he reflected upol
. other reasons-"well, I must see afte
, Aurelie." So, feeling rather brotherly
: fatherly, and altogether equal to tn
! JOY over the room telephone made hir
queerly giddy. See him? Why, com
. right up!
. Miss Lindstrom was packing an
entertaining Morris Feldman, of tn
Majestic theater who was sitting O
iCi IioAhs piopllSllC Oil
prepared to assume the glory of he
burst or the world.
"Ill give you a letter, Miss Lindstror
T to Conan & SnitZ. who put over a.
them big music shows iii New Yorl
! Believe me'-Mr. Feldman aid a ia
diamonded hand over his fat chest
you got to show Cohan & Snitz, Mis-
Lindstrom. This here Chicago beaut
q bunk, that don't go in New York, Mis-
Lindstrom."
I "Ain't I just as good looking as
used to be. Mr.. Feldnan?'
Forty ways for Sunday, Mis-
Lindstrom. You look the part nov
with them clothes-and Pm glad 70
took my advice and put your salary i
clothes. It's all the business, Mis-
Lindstrom. 1t don't go much wit
q Snitz, but Conan he falls for tina
q Conan he knows the goods when II
9 sees 'em. When 1t m to girls h
likes the big rangy lockers that he ca
= hang lots of stuff on for his finale.
: but you'll do, if you are little. There
q something about you'-Morris role
q his eyes amiably-"well, l can put 70
right with Cohan, believe me, Mis-
- LlndStrOm. There Amt aDy ono ey