The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1914-02-05
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with him for 40 years, and I guess unr1l
He forbids, l h tool"
THAT limb, Wiley T." knew vague
that he owed much to this loyal cham
pionship In circles he did not enter,
just as he did to Janet Vance and her
faith in him. Women were always do
ing for him, one way and another. And
he had carelessly allowed them; they
were Il part of the old d~ionysian delight
of life, the youth he had given SO fully,
and which even now called to him
above this eternal dawdling owe the
damp paper on press lay, the clank
of the machine, the grind of work.
Getting out the News was like having
a baby, so he told Aunt Abby. The
press groaned exc~rutiatingly; there was
much daubing of ink, Tapping of belts,
heaying of rollers-then off it came, a
squalling brat, this Rome News, with
out profit to its parents or reverence
for the neighbors.
Arne Vance came home from his ag-
ricultural school holiday week, and one
bleak day brought in a farmer who had
81 grievance. Somehow or other, every
farmer with a grievance had been find
ing his way to the News office for the
last 40 years. Bert Hemminger, the In
surgent board member from the north
bottoms, was with them. The new
conner took q huge ear of corn from the
load OF his wagon and Wrathfully shook
~ VI ZIG SQiLOF 3 lace. he mad tailed
of a prize at the seed warehouses; an
nua! distribution, and he knew ,shat
was the matter!
They give it to that Dutch tenant
who farms Dan Boydston's west 80.
And what did l get, hey? Skunked-yes,
~sir--skunked! And there amt airy ear
of my load hat amt better'n Boyd,
ston's land can raise. But I know
Bodston's q board member, and Tan.
ner's man., and Tanner owns the seed
company! That's it, by cracky! Poll
ties n rotten!"
The editor listened sympatheticalIy.
He always did. The farmer roared and
was 'agin the tariff" and the admins
tration and everything else. 1t was
rotten when a mar couldn't get a blue
ribbon on corn like his corn!
Arne Vance figured Mr.. Sourds'
product. He chew a grain and felt
over the golden spike. It's good, he
continued. but the kernels break be.
fore they run over the nub, and they're
SHALLOW. Ike. some day III show you
how to judge corn tho way we do up
at the agricultural college,"
The man was SUSPICIOUS OF this foo
book farming.
AND let me send a dozen OF you,
ears to the state board" put in Curran.
hes a great man, that secretary. He'll
sit Town and write o a letter worth
all the bio Tanners seed house
could give you"
Ike Sounds did not know. He was
sure there was something crooked
about it.
II tell you what wen do exclaimed
Hemminger. This editor. he's goin1
to run for congress in the primary and
we want him to come out and Arns
with him, and they can talk politics
INC corn together. Hey. Arne?"
me farmer students black eyeal
snapped. Go? 1t was a great idea!
ious Sounds grew interested. by links, |
II there was anything like that going
on in Hemminger's district. our dis
trict ought to have it, too! We want
much for style, our folks, in Number
flve, but Arne Vance can come talk
saea corn ana sour soil, and then this
editor can get up n whale the pluto
Gratis. It's a right lonesome road out
our way, but we take the News and wa
know something's"
And he and Hemminger went off
with a promise. Curran watched tho
farm horses steaming in the
cool sunshine, the bundled figures on
the seat, until the wagon drew into a
gap of the hills. They wanted him |
did they? After all, his yellow brat oil |
a paper did find its way out to this
lonely farms and was read and be-. !
He turned to discover Arne watch
him curiously. Your going,
"Sure!"
Wei elect you, Wiley! we-ano
they! Quite your grubbing away In
this dinky shop n come out among |
US! Janet's been seeing things very |
clearly. There never was such q
chance-the county needs a leader. I'm
telling you what the young men saw |
over the county. And there's Father
Doyle. who's trying to build his church
up among the foreigners at the new |
mines. and Mcbride, this state labor !
organizer. who's working to unionize
the new factory people around Earlvtlle |
none of them cares a damn about the |
cd gang in this town-the best families
and the house Jobs n all that"
Know, said Curran quietly. |
me-"
Arne's yes giittered. Janet. he
grimly. Her york;"
Continued next week.