The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1914-02-12
CHAPTER xI11-(Continued)

every manifestation of his new place il
the hearts OF men, his awakened ambi
tons, his power to be himself. Tn,
enfranchised and free companion, de
What she had said he moderI
woman could be! He was awaken
ing to his magnificence in Janet
And yet she must owe him
she could do that also! Ant
slowly his dream grew to a vision of 6
love past the common call of sex, a
passion ennobled by the riches of hel
personality. There would be none OF
the parasite clinging to a man, the
need of sentimentalizing shelter anC
protection. The helper to power, the
counselor to Il widening life-this
would be the woman to come! This
would be Janet
He met the elder Vance next day,
Jake, the political farmer. the NAL
content, an original G~reenbacker, a
mugwump, party trouble-maker, for
ever given to standing about the
Square Saturday afternoons in his
m~otheaten. old buffalo coat arguing
with the countrymen. He could not
nave beer elected to any office, out he
mad not soured. His children a in
herlted his reasoning unrest, but they
a disciplined 1T to achievement.
Somebody to beat Hall-somebody
10 beat HALL" he roared. Folks say
it's comm to be you, Wiley! l get it
everywhere except in the News, and
in the banks and warehouses and the
court house! The county amt what it
used to be-there are mines and
factories-and Libraries and labor
unions! The old gang doesn't real
lie that. It's you, Wiley, all the kick
ers want. And | hear you amt got the
money? Amt some of these new real
estate men and boomers over in Earl
vile close to you for that?"
" sNnf ,1,,,ol, ~ ~ .I TT,
IN with 'em on most of their deals"
Jake went out in the frosty sunlight,
Don't forget" he growled, that
there's a sight of people who amt In
any deals! Arne. let's so home and
reed stock with that ~contraption of
yours up in the haymow!" He looked
OH across the Square to the window
OF the school superintendent office:
/ guess that girl Of mine is ready to
home, tool"
Wiley watched the vances drive off,
me three of them in Jake's old buggy.
Jake used to travel to political con-
Ventlons III the smoker, and, at IL
O'Clock, pul a basket up between his
iega, spread y newspaper on his knees,
eat his chicken n sweet pickles, and
then pitch the paper out the window,
put when Arne comes back from col
lege he eats in the diner and uses a
finger bowl" he told Aunt Abby. And
they have two hired girls at the farm.
Janet and Arne make up the price of
dining car and the maids by figl1r-
ing out soil analysis, or new school
n don't bother their heads
with picking chickens, or putting up
lunches"
Well, there'Il come an end" she
warned; faint in nature for a farm
10 stand two hired glrlS, or even one
He laughed: Get on the band
Aunty!" Then behind her, in
ne fragrant kitchen, he saw Old
warming his leg across the
Michigan grinned ex-
p%ectantly:
Done got a letter from our little
girl, Mr.. Curran!" And ! done brought
It up here first thing for you to read"
Aurelle?" Wiley was conscious of
3 disappointment hat she had not
written him. She had sent a post card
from some town, with a blithe COM
ment, but little news, only that every |
hing was all right. Now he reached |
for the letter in the old soldiers |
n Il u Aunt Abby stopped her cook
he world in Aureli's tale of wonders.
"What she done say, Mr.. Currana"
"f1nei Says you'd look good to her. |
low, Uncle Mich. She's having the
of her life. Everybody's good to
ier, and helps her, n the McFetridge |
boys are st sranu n everything S
Wiley looked shinning-eyed
around: That's the most Of it-just
Wiley" said Aunt Abby severely, 81
lid hope she'd not get her head turn
mot a bit. She says: "Uncle Mitch.
he first night was scared, and when
Wake out there and tried to see
over the lights I just wilted-inside!
Gratz stood in the wings with the |
and Hen McFetridge kept
to me not to cross SO far. and
kept whispering some
hing from the other side, SO / guess 1
mus have looked scared. / tried to
speak and couldn't say a word, n L
ooked hopelessly off, and there was
Mr. rianburN naving a regular fit be-
,ause | was going to spoil his play. He
shouting to himself and dancing !
Dried knew it'll" Then !,
hat made me mad, and / glared at
lim, and then ! heard what Morris
Goldman was trying to whisper, and
said, Father, ! am here" And just
naughty young beauty I was supposed
he who's under suspicion of being |
! thief. a3SGSuSe l vas mad at MIR.
January and htsSold play! AND every
.ime lost my lines they all helped
one, and you ought to have
yurran--I wish I'd seen hat paper!" !
&c on said Uncle Michigan.
sWhen's h coming homer"
Don't say" answered Wiley. Says
ne hotels are pretty bad, and the
heaters are cold and dirty, but it's just
! glory! Oh. lord-Aureiie,i"
Likes it?" queried Aunt Abby, from
1er doughnuts.
Says she's got a missionl To up
lift h stagei oh. lord-Aurelie!.
But Whens she comm home?"
luavered Uncle Michigan.
And looking in Mfchigan's eye, Mr..
Curran saw a tear.
She doesn't say. Uncle Mich. She
lust says she's sending a number of
things for you all" out at the Pocket
with the first non she ever earned!
Christmas presents for you and Knute
and Pete and the baby. mi Albert and
Mrs. Lindstrom-and for John"
And John, he prayed 50 mighty hard
he chased her off the place! Reckon
the same old girl, Mr.. Curran."
Sure, I think so. Uncle Michigan"
Don't reckon this yere stage busi-
nessll ever change her a mite, Mr..
Curran2"
Hope not, Uncle Michigan. Earn
b smoke-its getting in u eyes,
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