Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1914-04-09

noticed 1t. Arne Vance had %truculent.
ly attributed it to politics-Harlan was
going the way of the old gang, was he!
Well, Arne had grinlly f~orecasted 1t
Associations and traditions were toe
strong for Harlan.
Curran and Harlan faced each Other
now with a dumb recognition of the
hurt in each others eyes. The old glad
faith-where had it gone?
Curran had been at brief trouble
analysis of it all, even with the turmoil,
of his battle. And Janet's serene aloof-
ness, yet steadfast ardor for his sue.
cess. They think l owe her." he had
"1-why, it's ridiculous! Twice hel
age, and-lordy! getting bald as I am
and everything about me-a triflel
with women" And then he studied
Well. that kid! God bless her! Moth
Ing ever hit me SO hard. I wish they'd
understand"
But to save Mr.. Curran he couldn't
make out what he wanted any one to
understand. He was in some bewil-
dering struggle, he told himself-and
could not understand himself!
He stood across his desk from the
imperturbable young man. How Har-
Ian had grown these years! His mans
bulk and dignity. his outgiving OF
power n personality. Wiley had en-
We'd it even with his great hurt love
for the boy. 1t was curious how things
come to one man without price fol
which another struggles lifelong in
vain. He tried now to come back to
the dear familiar ground with Harlan,
n Harlan would not have 1t.
The younger mar was unfolding a
paper from his pocket. And suddenly
a fear shot through Curran that it had
to do with that hushed story of La
deau's. They had kept it well quiet,
yet 1t haunted his counsels. But Har-
Ian, his voice cool. tense, spoke of an
other matter:
Wiley, did you see this from the
Chicago papers?"
Wiley took the review of last weeks
opening Of The Girl and the Burglar
He stifled a shout Of amazement. The
woman who had been doing the leading
comedy business had been taken i'll
the first night, and a girl from the
had played her role. Aurelie!
Saved the first night" gasped Mr..
Curran. And I've been on the road
and never heard a word Of It'll"
The grim young man silently extend
ed other clippings. The reviewers Were
surprised. felicitious. Cohan & Snitz
had got by with a musical comedy
chicago opening. And a new face-a
girl with a funny personality had
pulled 1t through. A girl who sans
and laughed with a happy %audacity. A
refreshing person who had no ingenue
tricks, no footlight mannerisms-noth-
ing except laughter ut ignorance of
convention. The reviewers suddenly
recalled that this was the newspaper
beauty contest winner of-let's see?
Was 1T two years ago? No one cared.
Only, to that act Cohan & Smiths rub
Lefty bureau seized as only a drowning
Hebrew manager can seize on a drawn
Ing 100000 show. They flung it broad
side; they screamed it on every fence.
The star roared and resigned. 1t did
her no glory. Conan & Snitz would
have deified their office boy If he could
have saved THE Girl and the Burg
lar; n here an unknown western
girl Of their chorus had all the press
with her, and all the public by some
h~appy-go-luclsy nerve.
Mr.. Curran laid down those clippings
been?" he gasped again. Asleep"
Read on" demanded Harlan.
Aurelte had been interviewed by the
Times. She said she was from Rome,
Ia, but adored a bull pup and lobster
Newburgh. She was Interviewed fo1
h Telegraph-sunday. first page, sup
plement, specially posed photos and q
sketch by "Max"-and said she, liked
all the Johnnies and used their notes
to stuff q pillow for the bull pup. Next
day, declared the veracious publicity
eight millionaires and fifty mash notes
Wiley laid down the clippings once
more. 1.-THE lear kid" he
Eight million pups and eight million
miil1onaires - I'd not care!" He
looked up to meet Harlan's eyes
And two months she was
living in New York-cooking oatmea.
over a gas jet! She's a humdinger!,
Humdingers are not In the Van Hart
g~enealogy. In 1742, Ebenezer Van Har,
married Agatha Ann Bunker, nden.
tured servant. The Mrs. Van Harris
OF today new read the paragraph or
page % about Agatha Ann, one time
humdinger.
Harlan broke u wrathfully. Wiley,
You rejoice at It'll"
81 reckon! The lear kid-let her g,
on just joyously! ALI she's done! Th,
money she's sent back to Lindstrom'.
to pull 'em through! And now She.
at last. And Uncle Mich sent Pete,
in to ask me to come out. A regula,
party to christen Mich,s leg-tlaat /.
what Aurelie said we must have-witl
flowers and laughter and everybod,
happy!"
Young Mr.. van. Hart arose. It wa.
no use to quarrel with Wiley when hi
eyes were shining So. No use to re
mind him Of congress. No use to charg,
him with making a fool of himself.
But Harlan shouted from the door
1Aurelie-you got her into this! An,
ycil ought tc kno how girls get on ii
these music shows-the only way
Mo-" he nhouted on passionately-
"yo, don't love her-it's a tokel'
The editor stood up and wiped hi
glassas and looked after Harlan's re
treating figure. Love her? Contour,
h boy!" He knocked his pipe out O
the desk edge. "Hey-O! il / wa
l21-" he sighed. But when I was 2
there was Janet, and I went out to se
the tinsel world he sighed agar
And now Aurelie and her tinsel show
Yet I reckon I'm glad I am what I am!
After supper he went up the bluf
road. Along this trail she had com
Tying to him In despair. Above wer
the hills In whose autumn glory sh
had robed her loneliness. There tn
bleak field about the ;Lindstrom cottag
lay. Out Of all this meagerness al
g ome And he had lifted heri
j 1lVen LndstrOm, gaunt and silen'
welcoming him from the ~ravenine dog,
could no chill his jubilance. He wave
the papers toward old Mich. The house
hold stared at him.
"Hea thts-all OF youi,"' And he be
gan reading the hale OF Aurelie's glory
Even John ri sttlled. Alberts pal
eyes shone. Old Michigan waved 81
peg leg.
Done cone!ss he crowed aJust 4