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

drinks for some rube and trying to sell
MIN oil stock"
MI. Curran was worried. He asked
Aunt Abby If he should not send Au-
reile some money to come home r.
Bu ne didn't have any. Then another
ietter came. Aurelie was playing
summer stock" n Denver Miss Nor
man and me, but I'm not leading lady
any more. Tn going ingenue bits.
Leading lady with Hen n Ben around
was pretty bad. They were so foolish!
ana 1t was such a noisy play, for the
IaTtner west we got, the more shooting
MT. Hamburg insisted on putting in.
u big situation always gave me a
headache"
"Land!" murmured Aunt Abby. II
thought she had that cut out?"
But, Mr.. Curran." ran on Aurelie's
letter, on you and Uncle Mich worry
ABOUT me. I'm working hard and every
body seems to like me. The juvenile
! play against is good-looking-quite
distinguished. But everybody borrows
my money. I'm awful sorry for Hen
and Bentley We're broke completely.
Hen came to me n said: Little girl,
we aren't sorry for a cent we ever blew
in on you. If you don't want to marry
Se, S0U dOu l. IdNO ~. PSI ~ lllcy #WCiit
back to Tulare to hunt more COW
tracks, and If they find oil again they're
gong to make me q bigger actress h
Mrs. Fiske. Yes, sir-you see! Why, !
just cried when the twins went west
busted. They We're grand good fellows
after all!
"P. S. I'm going to send Uncle Mich
some more money next pay day to pay
on the cork leg. And, Uncle Mich, ]
saw a mountain. Just like you said
when we came up river to occupy the
land. Only such a teeny mountain way
off-like a 'babv's toe sticking out of a
blue coverlet! Lots of love.
Done never forget Uncle Mich!"
cried that old rebel humping his peg
leg joyously on the wood box. And
| done promised I'd never peddle a pint
o whisky long as she sends me money!
Mich, I understand John won't let
the family a a cent Of Aurelie's
money"
Uncle Mich winked wisely. "Knute
n l sneak 'em in-underclothes for this
baby and socks n truck. Johns too
busy with his sou and plannin' to
drive Tanners men off the creek ur-
money now. Devils money, John avs
But it buys things for the baby, Mr..
Curran. Just like my old bootleg
money, somehow. But these here Holi-
ness people that got hold of John, they
don't think o. hat ;"
Johns a fool, Uncle Mich. II the
county decides to divert the creek down
the Pocket all you squatters will have
to get out or be flooded"
Not John. He say the God o.
Battles done told him to fight. Mr..
Curran, there'll done be trouble some-
time owe that"
I'm afraid So" Wiley sighed. The
deal for the turning of Sinsinawa creek
back from the uplands above the town
to its ancient channel which led to the
bottoms above Tanners quarry, had
gone quietly through. Everybody ia
vored it, except the outlying. farmers
who grumbled that it was another piece
of favoritism, or maybe worse. ''Tan-
ner's boards" however, were an always
present grievance. The only item Of
interest the News found in h pro-
ceedings was that Harlan Van Hart.
Esq, son OF Judge Van Hart, the latest
addition to the Winnetka county bar,
made his first public appearance as an
attorney for the Tanner company to
argue for the ordinance. Wiley spread"
himself in the most approved rural
journalistic fashion on Harlan's effort.
but he sighed-and sent the clipping to
Arne Vance.
And not ever young attorney Van
Hart, toiling away that summer in the
little side room Of the firm Of Donley &,
Van Hart-names reversed, you notice
getting up his briefs and citations,
knew that in his little side room in the
bank Old Thad Tanner chuckled and
roared. The News actually commend
ing something that he had done! But
that fool editor didn't really think Van
Harris boy had anything to do with it?
He took the paper to his soninlaw, Cal
Rice, the pallid cashier. 1--WE gotta
get this boy, Cal. We gotta get him on
the ticket next fall, If he can old the
News n these sorehead cusses who've
started that progressive league owe in
E~arlville. Yes, sir, Gala mighty
clever boy, n a good boy-like his
father-steady and safe. The party
needs more young men like that-and
old jelly-belly Jewett off the ticket this
ney."5
Old Thad joked about this to Judge
Van Hart the next day; n the judge
frowned. He deprecated politics. But
when he went in the bank Cal Rice said
something about it. Then the judge
mildly and worriedly told his wife. Her
eye frightened. Harlan should have a
career in the state-certainly. But it
was absurd to talk Of it his first year
out of school. But the next day Old
Thad stopped her surrey to speak of
it when she was shopping about the
square. He had a joking and yet defer
entail patron1zing for the Van Hart
thai always made the good lady detest
him-as much as one may the richest
man in the county-and the most in
fiuential.
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