Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1914-01-30
.ess. and oh, Wiley, 1 want it to be

you!"
You lunched with Delroy? You-dis-
Yes. He was eager to know of
you-he'd watched your editorials
Wiley looked quizzically at her.
Janet lunching with Delroy, the great
new name in the tumult Of the new
politics.! OF course Delroy knew of
state teachers on a radical r~e-organiZa-
ton Of the country school system, and
the way h forced q favorable resolu-
ton through the institute against the
opposition of the state superintendent,
had attracted every ones attention.
And Delroy, h handsome. dashing.
bachelor governor-of course Janet
Vance would attract him.. He would
be glad to listen to a woman who had
twice been elected against the hostile
conservatism Of a reserve county to
her SUPPLEMENTARY.
Curran sighed. "Janet, 1 couldn't
afford it."
Suppose your campaign could be
financed" her cool business smile was
or him. And then her enthusiasm
broke past it. ooh, Wiley, it's a big
game! A mans game! 1 never was
so Interested as in what father and
Arne tell me, and what l see is going
VII ONGI SIO SOo1lSy AAAo " ~ oO-eo
to be in 1t! I told Delroy so! They'll
build his organization on you n your
fight down here-they're g to break
in. and the county So Reeds leader
ship!"
He smiled, but he felt the inward
tremor of the nan who is conscious OF
his limitations of daily v force.
The need Of care Of it had held him
from many a crucial effort, that SUI
preme hazard of fortune; for the physi-
cal integer. after all, is the factor OF
success. He had tried to tell himself
that youth was done, its visions. its
nobleness, it's lechery; its easy purity,
evil, which is ignorance of good. But
of late had come his rebirth, the surge
of aspiration and fine nope to the shall
lows of his life. Now. with the prodigal
years done, should come a mans real
work..
He reached across the desk for
Janet's hands. Girl, I'll do 1t. You
can tell them so. I'll max the fight"
III threw back her strong shoulders
laughing, the tears in her eyes: h
all 1 want to know! Just to hear you
speak that way. Wiley! I'm going to
Of the state central committee, and call
up Mr.. Purcell-and father!"
He was amazed as she arose with
that impericus incision OF hers and
went out. Janet had always left him
gathering his wits-perhaps that was
analyze his admiration for Janet.
He was at his job-press that after
noon, when Hen and Ben McFetridge
drove up in a begilded motor. With
them was a fresh-faced young Hebrew
who was introduced as Morris Feldman
Of h Majestic theater.
"And"-continued Hen-"we got the
little girl all right"
Got herr" Wiley looked up.
"Your prize winner. Old man was up
in the woods with his dogs, chopping
brush, and the old lady was off some
where, and we talked with the girl.
Told her we were going to put her out
with q show and she most dropped
dead"
II should think she would!" gasped
Wiley.
She'll get used to our ways" con-
tinued Hen-"heavy on h Job-eh,
Benz"
Right thereof. Hen?" said Ben.
Morris, here, has been trying to see
Miss Lindstrom for a week, but he was
afraid OF the dogs. But the minute
he handed her q line Of conversation
we had her. He's got a man in Du-
buque so crazy about this prize beauty
Norris a all h people up the val
ley are crazy about it-and it shows
what a dead one this town is. We can
play up n down the. state and get on
to the Meyer & Sammet circuit later
say think Of the paper we
window stuff: Miss Aurelie Lind
strom. the 100000 Prize Beauty Win
ner.' Some class. eh, Hen?"
Got the Frisco Morning-glory
Bunch skinned a mile" said Hen.
You're crazy!" retorted Wiley.
Cray, maybe" said Ben-"but we
got her name on a contract"
"But she can't act!"
Don't need to-" said young Mr.. Field
man. Nobody has to now how to
act-it's all in he line of dope you put
over lar out some bunk that the
public Is crazy about and they'll eat
II. And this girls got it-biggest paper
in the west has been spreading on her
for two weeks now. It's a pippin. I
wanted to bite myself when she signed
up. Steinman & Franks were after her,
too-they were going to have q man
down here from Chicago today"
guess, If she's going in the business at
all, she ought to have zone with them"
Leave it to u.s." retorted Hen.
Morris read this here play to US last
night-four acts, and in the third they
blow up h MILL"
Mr.. Curran sat down on the plat
form: "Hen. are you In earnest?"
"Going to clear up the state. Morris
got an option OF q lot Of scenry that
was made for the Mile the Model COM
pany:: and it blew up, and the stuff's
in Dubuque stored. And wait till you
see our paper. Morris. here. telegraphed
for his booking agent to pick up some
people. All to the candy-eh. Benz"
Fright there" said Ben. And II
TINS Mile the Model scenery doesn't fit
Hambury's piece, he's willing to re-
write the play to tit the scenery"
Wiley sighed: "Hen. you and Ben
are wonders!"
mo. were out for the coin his trip.