Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1914-04-10

double life"
1T never was that. / never con.
cealed a thing. Only here, when 1
the use? All dead and buried, Arne."
This girl?" Arne turned abruptly to
Ladeau. "You know what became OF
her?"
Dat Wiley man-ask him" ,
Il was told" retorted Wiley, THAI:
she died. 1t was after I went west
two years after. IL sent her money.
Arne. You see we never lived together
couldn't make it go. And we
parted-and she : died"
Arne took his hand. II don't care.
I won't ask any more. I'm with Pur-
He turned away with a sort of choke.
To Arne Vance. with his ascetic hulnor
of a propagandist. his capacity for en-
thusiasm. Curran had become, since
his victory. a figure panoplied with
power. their leader. their loved one. He
had still a boys vision and the need
out to his team at the hitching rail,
Rube Van Hart sauntered after. so
Wiley's running for congress? Suf-
ferin' Johnson. Arne-I can't believe 1t.
But If this here Cajun I brought up
from the bush league towns is going
to hurt him. I'll kill the Gus. Yes, sir,
fall off-accidentally."
Arne looked back at the News shop.
Harlan was in the door. The Cajun,
in Wiley's office seat, rolling a Gig
aret, had come to stay, it seemed.
Hurt him?" blurted Arne. THAT story
crowd ever got it. But we-.we can
keep it close. Rube, If you'll help
Help? Help Wiley? Why, we was
kids together-him and me-
He got in with Arne and they drove
off to the stables.
Back in the office. Ladeau. with the
air of a barber in distress. oily haired.
pocket for tobacco. Curran silently ex-
tended his case.
"Merci," smiled the Cajun. "Yo' sho'
new fo'get old friends. Wiley"
Still Curran had no word. Harlan.
studying him silently, had never seen
tied himself in the chair with the air
of n who had come on a lucky turn
of fortune. And I come up wifi dat
RUDE and find yo' first thing. RUDE
say you run TO- congress-"
YES: I have h nomination."
Who'd fought dat? Old Wiley who
used to play dat guitar fo' dem island
girls to dance at La Cheniere.''
The candidate ran his hands through
his hair and looked off at the Meth
odist church spire. IT'S different up
here. Maurice. I'm mighty glad to
see you-but II wish o hadn't
come" He seemed to nave forgotten
Harlan's presence. Suddenly he uprose
and came swiftly tt the other.
See here. Maurice. why can't you
get out Of town? You see you'll get to
talking. il you hang around. and my
friends-it will bother them. Person
ally, I don't care, but they-the people,
He stopped. In Ladeau's small eyes
was a curious confidence Of evil.
"Eheu! Desc Yankee! Dey boil d.
coffee. Wiley! Savages! But dey don't
know you. Ell? Dat it?"
Curran was staring u the window:
q dollar TO- an old friend, Wiley?".
Wiley's hand went down. Here"
"Mebbe S.? Look at dem shoes
name Of God! Dat Rube-wew walk from
st. joe"
tt haven't that much here. Maui
Gods sake. go; let me think a bit"
Then, as Ladeau shambled On a step.
he hurried to him. wait. You know
Of Adrienne? She died-are you sure
Madame Artois tell mo when I go
OdCA = Az xAWAyOS AZ yOdA0 0ASOAs S44O
say. she write yo'. She say yo' send
back wan beautiful letter when
Adrienne died-just what q poet would
say, Wiley. Wan beautiful letter-but
no money to bury Adrienne."
II know. I was broke out in Ari-
that. I just could thank her for taking
care Of Adrienne. that was all"
"Oh. madame know! She cry when
she read dat letter. All women yo' can
make cry. somehow. madame she say.
Eheu. dat beautiful letter."
the western sky. Tomorrow" he NUT
tered. come back, Maurice, and I'll do
what I can-that money. But Ehaven't
much. I'm In debt terribly"
He watched Ladeau shamble down
the street feeling of the dollar, turn
among the idlers. He did not see Har-
Ian in the shadows. After a while he
raised his hand toward the shiftless
figure. "That-might have been me!
Meme! But God help me-I'm saved"
From the numbing vision of his w
past he turned slowly and saw the
younger a He came to him swiftly.
DO you hear. Hs8lan? Just that-a
covered his face with his hands. Pres
emily he writhed with some agony.
God. what 9 man misses" he exclaimed,
Wnat no nl0Rs away. Wnat ghosts
come back. Harlan! After 20 years"
What Is 1t, Wiley-that hurts OF
81 don't know. Fear-that must be
Il. Nervous fear. OF late it's been SO
Nne Just to live. Harlan. To go down
Che street and feel that you've done
something. That you have ambition,
purpose: and that they've counted with
men. That's it-that you've won! New
I hope. new courage: I've felt like shout
| ing 1t to all the world"
Il know, Wiley"
NO. you don't boy. You've got t.
be down md out 1rst; you've got tc
J be adraft and lose hopA. and know