Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1914-04-17
CHAPTER Xxx (continued).

done want me to quit. Mr.. Curran and
our little girl"
Mr.. Hemminger drove on with a sigh.
The story OF them actresses" had done
ming fight. Neither did his QuiXotic
championship of the pocket squatters.
MI. Curran was always meddling in
some improbable affair. the defender
of some lame-dog case. When Mr..
Hemminger reached Jane Vance, Of
district school with her. he touched on
MI. Curran's weaknesses. Somebody
ought to hold Wiley in tight. Miss
Vance. He needs 1t. And he's coming
on SO big. Wiley is"
She smiled. wondering what curious
pain it ave her to hear Curran praised
by these rugged men of the country
who daily came into her office. Her
farmer constituents took q shy graft
f1catiOn in Janet's appreciation of their
homely affairs. They were proud OF
her also. odd Jake's girl was a smart
one-maybe she would marry this new
fighting governor who was SO mighty
Wiley Curran! They were proud Of
him. too.
An hour later, glancing out, she saw
Curran and Hemminger together, their
shoulders to a heavy casting, which
some farmer was trying to load In mis-
Wd6OA dI OlCNlll6OU 3 Warehouse. 1AuU
again her faint smile came. Yes, they
loved him-they had made place for
him. And she? Well. she had done
her part also for him. And she knew
him SO much better than any Of them!
Curran had been busted all the Anal
campaign. There was fear that TIM Did
county gang would knife his candidacy
80 his hackers had kept him at the
front. But he had no misgivings. He
had returned to his home town brown
Ind hearty, pleased with the Of
Victory. He had discovered surprising
qualities in himself. a caustic retert.
o merciless c%learness that pleased the
farmers. The papers commented on
his 'brilliance." Janet had read and
listened. It was more than winning a
campaign; 1t was the making of a man.
He saw her when he passed the court
house and came to her. eager, volatile.
bubbling with tales Of the progressive
cause. II made 'em listen, Janet!"
Then In her calm eyes. back of her
serene smile. he seemed to read again
the inexplicable pain which he did not
her. steadied by q sense Of her faith,
but refusing to dwell upon 1t. It was
l his estrangement from Harlan
at first 1t had been a desperate hurt.
But through the weeks. rising with his
new fighting life. he had fiercely told
4Ao lIlhI no WOulU y1GLO 1OIlllIKs
he was crying out to life with a Diony-
sian gladness-he would seize growth
and power and recreate himself. So
when he found q letter from Aurelie on
his desk, he cried out as IL a meteor
had LIGHTED his dingy shop. Aurelie.
the village baggage, old Michigan's
girl; the one-time rabbit hunter of the
hills. the ridiculous beauty prize win
her; an actress trapesing over the land
with an ambition to come back with a
bull pup and q press agent to startle
the old town! Janet was right: If
there was anything needed. to Finish
Wiley Curran 1t was Aurelie Lind
strom. But he would not admit this.
His Celtic sense Of begilded
his world still; a bit of tinsel would
hold his y and always would. Yet
he knew better than any one how des-
perately he needed the cool and sober
judgment Of men and women-that was
vas making him now In his new life.
the faith. the love Of these prosy farm
folk Of h midlands.
But Aurelie had written! And at
once the walls Of his shop fell away to
vistas Of enchantment.
I'm engaged" said Aurelie, In her
firm. upright, high school hand. Mr.,
Curran started feverishly. I'm a mu-
steal comedy and the manager says l
can sing! Oh. what do you think OF
that? Not much. but enough. But Ada
Norman says my face did 1t. and I'd
never got a show IL I hadn't made CO.
hans office boy laugh. But I tell you.
1t! Ada and I pawned u trunks. and
when she stacked me out in the best
clothes we could get I sailed into some
Of these people. And I tell you Mr.
Curran. the day I got my job we were
down to oatmeal cooked over the gas
Il t@A l~ ~~~ Ma
In q race but the finish! Oatmeal ISM
30 bad"
ooh. Aurelie!" groaned Mr.. Curran
a n that taxi, and the dollar you CAV
, bell boy over at the Metropole!s
The letter went on: and what d.
you think. MI. Curran. I was only ii
that chorus six weeks when Conan &
Snitz decided to put a road show out
and they picked me out Of the New
York production to understudy tn,
comedienne. They said I was funny
suppose I mad faces and kicked VI
ESat aseasm c,n .,on, R mn1mnre Oh. n n,
Curran.-"so I'm going out on the roa,
with the second Girl and the Burglar
company. We aren't 70 classy as tn
New York bunch, but It gives me
chance. I like new York. You ough
70 see the clothes I've got. When "
open in Chicago on the 10th you jus
got to come and sec mo act.
"P. s.-Tell all those grannies VII
don't like me about The Girl ana th
Burglar But don't say anything abou
the oatmeal!
up. s.-Pretty soon I'm send you som
STUN to put Ia the paper.
II. ST nav thrss little rabbits an
der . bridge yesterday whom the tral
went BY. with love,
"AurollA.'s
The congressional candidate foade
tho letter ovef % that only with lov,
AufOlie,. showed. He gaxed Is II. The
shAo At down and tried % recall Az eA,
Mhes eAe lfeed. andSheM ahe tausA.c.