Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1914-01-02

Jake Vance, arguing about the
moth-eaten, buffalo coat. expounds
ing his heresies to the farmers, was
bred. there was no "hayseed" about
them. Out at Cloverland farm they
had a telephone. q piano player, q
motor that did nearly everything about
the house and stables, and all b now
tangled devices: n the doubling
farmers always stopped to see what
next the Vances were up to.
Wiley, lets talk over the Christmas
number of our magazine SOS we a
get 1t out by April. It's really due to
our subscribers"
Miss Vance looked at him. Wiley"
she said decisively. I'm going to sell
Mr.. Curran feigned distress and
a~mazement. Sell lit Why, you
can't-Im president!
Besides" he went on riotously.
we've got a new subscriber. I was
afraid u other n would die. The
Gem-Chicago. style. Since sallie
says it's a shame this town has no
place where one can go after the
theater. SO she's going to keep the Gem
open until 10 o'clock IL there's not q
soul in the place. She's going to give
Rome a touch Of high life. and on
that aspiration I got her to subscribe
to The Inland Empire-if we give her.
a wrtte-up. Also. We take 1t out In
trade. BY jove, I jumped at it-The
Inland Empire does need q square
meal!"
Miss Vance looked at him in some
despair. Nevertheless, we're going to
sell the magazine-to a Des Moines
chap who wants to turn. 1t into q
farm Journal"
Mr.. Curran looked doleful. It is true
he was president OF the corporation,
but most of Miss Vance's salary had
gone of late to get The Inland Empire
out of the Earlville paint shop. Wiley
had long since exhausted his e%loQuence
and his credit. Mr.. Curran's touch
seemed as irresponsible fatal to this
grand scheme as it had to the News
circulation. Janet had had great
dreams of The Empire. She had
wanted expression and achievement
beyond the routine of her work; she
had thought to touch the world, it's
letter, crafts. movements with her own
convictions; they would build their
magazine slowly to succeos, aspiring
high but yet keeping to the good
earth, with departments for the home,
the farm and countryside, while battl-
ing for the militant political ideals OF
the west. 1t would mean the sweet
ness of power and freedom-now she
wondered how her practical mind
could ever ave supposed 1t would
succeed with Mr.. Curran at its BUSH
ness head.
Wiley" she said severely, 81 shall
sell 1t"
You had better" he murmured
again dismally. consult our stock
holders"
Arne and Harlan shouted irrepress-
ibly. Go ahead" cried Harlan. I'll
j ~ vaf~A 49, 80 I~,c,, kIlr- 1890
to furnish n more Boston Notes.
and h athletic resume, anyway. 4
move we go down to the Gem, eat out
that dollar subscription and then sus-
pend publication at once
Harlan" retorted the superinten-
dent, wiley is demoralizing you. I'm
glad you're going back to Harvard"
Her brother looked with some frank
resentment on the immaculate young
man. The lean-faced student farmer
from Wisconsin had the dyspeptic
dfathests Of the reformer. The genial
ease OF breeding In the judges SON
called him at times. eve as did
iCurran's whimsical impractically.
Arne's black eyes went about the
old shop with impatient envy. the old
washington press. the stack Of frayed
Ink rollers the high wooden cases OF
TYPE stained and whitfield by genera
shackly desk piled with yNiowing and
dusty papers. gummy with, paste and
iinky ~accretjOns except in the one spot
where the editor was wont to push
everything aside TO md I writing
s~pace--the student-fariner. burning
with his fiery zeal. saw In II all power
l--power unused. dissipated, perverted.
He waa forever urgtngsWileysto further
Iradtcaltom: and Wiley Ct his best was
irresponsible enough. The Vancos and
the News had been united from the