The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1914-03-05

gEDaNRE OF rHR TAMoR-MADM

JEhNHE OF THE TAALOR-MAd0M.
miss Vance met Harlan one after
noon Of mid August. He stopped his
sauMter across the courtyard lawn 70
help her hitch her span q fractiolis
cphts She pressed a handkerchief TO
her flushed face.
THANK youi You look 80 awfuIly
cool, Harlan. And cleani You've been
driving. too-and look at mel"
His Ieisureiy smile followed her In
tereated glance. 1T was their first meet
ing since he had announced his can
didacy for the district attorneyship-
a brief announcement. coming after an
equally brief conference with the party
leaders. The outside information was
that the Honorable Thaddeus Tanner
had selected young Mr.. Van Hart a.
the best and most representative young
Tho oId-line ticket against the new
progressive league. There was some
comment on his youth and lack of ex-
perience. but II was regarded az
shrewd move, nevertheless. Of h old
court house ring. County politicians
younR Mr.. Van Hart's nomination or
election.
Now. Miss Vance looked him over
and sighed. II feel d grudRe against
you. Harlan! I wish fortune would
give you q quarrel now and then,
Everything comes so easily to YOU. But
this is mere envy. isn't I'll"
He smiled and walked with her to
the News office. The sense OF his
rugged fineness and clean truth Eripped
her as IT must all womer
Your battle will come after you're
elected. Harlan. ~They-they will ex-
pect to use you as they do" she hes
ttated. She had been about to say
your father and then knew better.
Harlan had the sane charm of breed
Ing Is his father; but the county ring
had kept the Judge In office for 20
years It found dts strength among "the
best people
Nobody WINS me. Janet" He found
amusement in her caution. .And as
for politics. here Is Arne, and those
other long horn students, travelling
over the county trying to interest the
farmers in seed selection. The state
board pays their way. but now. really,
aren't they out to talk politics for the
governor and our eccentric friend.
She smiled In turn. She was too
practical minded TO be sensitive over
the methods by which any movement
OF party interest was attained. When
they reached the News door Mr.. Cur
ran was standing there. q galley OF type
I'm his q He waved to the PROS
pect past the town. a squirt OF yellow
gtubbie. ike a flame licking down from
the upland corn which was now high.
II a smell the tassel bloom muir.
INJURED Wiley, and the damp cloddy
earth. and hear the rustic OF the blades
IN the breeze OH the river. Bless me.
4 WIS about TO knock Off and steal
SWAY to the hills, but here you two
come. abominably suggesting work.
And a~mbition-and achtevement!"
Indeed we dol" Janet smiled at his
whimsical grtmace. And 10 remind
81 UNIr4 t NJ hu a " fnn wa nro aCIlHagAN u -.
speech at the Dallas county fair. Bril-
Lant.s aggressive eloquent"
His grimace deepened, Through the
weeks Janet had watched his progress.
He had astonished every one as a am
paigner: trick" his opponents said.
but winning by his likableness. He mad
been filled With a boys delight to find
that he could really speak In public
that his old v heSItance had gone
like q mist before bis new ardors, his
mercuriaf enthusiasfns. OFT in the oth-
er counties he had won d~ashingiy: but
among his home people. lie confided to
Janet he was a tlame duck"
He could not explain that. She knew
~ was because here they had seen his
purpose. his hope. his imaginative life
como 20 nothing. He was OF that type
OF which the towns and provincial CIT
les nave many person whose chaste
tastes. intellectual aspirations and So
ciai qualities had starved under the
stress OF making a livelihood. Ideas,
inner achievement all bartered with the
standards fixed by a vulgar need. Ja-
net herself had felt the impact: she
knew hiA battle, And so long he had
given UP! And so late. had arisenf He
seemed to AVE forgotten his useless
years. his defeats. he had gone out
ainoMg men. and they had honored him.
Today he was in one OF his "slumps.'s
Janet went on with her Ingenious n
c-ouragennent. II wish you knew what
q rare mystery you are to the
people And how splendidly they be-
Heye In you'll You're a new sort OF
politician. And I'm very proud. WtleylD
he looked at her. The fool editor
he mourned-"I wonder IL / spoke here
-as ! must some time-who'd turn
out TO listen? You and Aunt Abby, and
my printer, and doubtless the under
taker.7 lie sighed and waved his hand
out 20 the town. Some times the old
feeling comes back. I don't belong here.
I'm the mfsft, Janet The dreamer
he let his eyes go off K the simmer
laud. IT was too rich; never had IL
hunEered, and never from ii could arise
his epic ~song-nevsr from this would
come The watchers OF dawns. II think,
sometimes. even~now, that I ought to
be q starving poet IN a garrett Eth,
then, Jaueti I'd do some thing" He
came 10 Harlan Witll his direct affec-
ticn and put g hand upon the shoulder
cf the younger man. I'D ike 10 be
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