The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1914-01-08
CHAPTER vTu-fcontinued).
CHARLES TENNEYJ JACKSON
.'s.o' The DYN SOULS. MY BROTHERS
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4 told her to 60 on, seize all the best
In ~. She is a grand little girl, some
way. You know I've lived SOUTH
know her ternperamentI know all
she's had to fight, too, out ut Lind
strom's. Know and sympathize with
ri don't suppose another person In all
the town could know or care!"
Il don't imagine" Janet knew Wiley
Curran. Somehow, IL there was q
homeless old soldier, or a destitute
family In the county, they always
came to Wiley's attention-3he was even
knowing and caring, helplessly In his
penniless struggle with News.
But you, Wiley--what an you do
II don't know. Only befriend her.
All the towns laughing over her win
ming q beauty prize. No n ever
noticed her, except Sc was considered
pretty and eccentric. The big fat
headsl"N he cried b~reathlessly, Does
any suppose they'd see that mar
Vicious purity In her face--her grace,
and all that odd quality OF her mind
awiley?" Miss Vance sat back. her
lips frightened. %
"oh. / knowl scold me--say I can't
afford It'll That it's aroused a lot Of
heartburnings and jealousies and silly
rot In town, and I shouldn't be in I'll
But she came to me-said h / was
hlUlOoL UCE OHlI IEl6uu III INUIlC. &Au0
with all this notoriety-Aurelie, bewil-
dered, dumbstruck-needs protection
a--friend!"4 a 4
you consider yourself a.
chaperon? Z" H.
"Don't laugh. / tell you. she woke
me upl" = Fl e. ~".
What possibly could she have to do
with you awakening" .... .
I'VE had a long talk. A splendid
talk, Janet. l saw the hopelessness OF
her life II h stayed here. There's
nothing for her here. And now, who
can tell? Why, I'll bet she gets pro-
posals Of marriage by the dozen-
gers will want her to go on the stage
Everything Is possible with her! Anh
she left 1t to me-, Janet--and 1 told her
go--seize all the good in life. anyhow,
anyway--live, live!" Ia hi
And your Janet pursued pitilessly.
"Ah, well! That little ~girl--suffer-
ing SO. And only Iknow how she is
SUFFERING ! told you It fred me. She
grew SO &wide-eyed and big with ii, and
determined to be somebody And i
though Of myself-the years I'd wasted,
janet, and / said to myself: God bless
you. child IL you can, / cant / don't
again-my' old ambition! That's why
fight" .a
Yes" Janet answered slowly. TIL
help you. Wiley"
He could not see her face. She was
watching her brother bring the rig
across the street But the splendor
seemed to have, died for her; In it's
stead was the old shrewd patience OF
the successful ma touched now
with pathos of some haunting defeat.
Yes, I'll help you, Wiley" she added
and arose to 20.
Wiley watched them drive away. At
the end of the street the gray of the
autumn country began; the lonely
Ian OF hill and bottom. but over 1t
the home fires were burning. So they
thought something of him out there?
Curran OF the News-the heart in
exile. the man without place and
honor2 They believed in him. the
brown-armed quiet men: they had
watched him fight. heard his incessant
cutlery against every wrong, every
privilege OF class whether in the OBJ
countryside. or put in the great
world? He could not tell. II, had
seemed as II he spoke alone. champion
ing valiant but hollow theories against
their complacent i~ncredulity. He had
envied. at times. the prosperous town
tradesmen. professional men. the best
people-they had not spent their hearts
In crying out for new things-and the
county had enriched them.
But now out OF his long and hidden
despair OF himself a great vision came;
the farm HON lights were beacon fires
lighted for an eternal struggle. await
Ing the coming leaders. And his heart
he understood at last what
Acne meant He heard the traps OF the
young men up the hill.
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