The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1914-02-05

with him for 40 years, ana I guess unvxi
He forbids, I shah toot"
THAT limb, Wiley IT," knew vaguely
that he owed much to this loyal cham
pionship in circles he did noe 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 a part of the old dionysian delight
OF life, the youth he had given so fully.
n which even now called to him
above this eternal dawdling over the
damp paper on press day, the clank
81 the machine the grind Of work:
a baby. SC he told Aunt Abby. The
press groaned excrutiatingly; there was
much daubing OF ink, Tapping Of belts.
heaving of roliers-then off II came, a
squalling brat, this Rome News, with
out profit to It's parents or reverence
for h neighbors. ~.
Arne Vance came home from his ag-
ricultural school holiday week, and one
bleak day brought in a farmer who had
a 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 a huge ear Of corn from the
ANhN VA ~ "aBOl anu "lGllAdhy SAloON
1t in the editors face, He had failed
OF a prize at the seed warehouses; an
nual distribution, and he knew what
was h matter!
"They give II to that Dutch tenant
who farms Dan Boydston's west 80.
And what did / get, hey? S~kunked--yes,
sir-skunked! And there amt airy ear
of my load that amt better'n Boyd
ston's and a raise. But / know!
Bodston's a board member, and Tan.
ner's man, and Tanner owns the seed
company! That's II, by cracky! Poll
tics and rotten!"
The editor listened alphabetically,
He always did. The farmer roared and
flourished his disprized seed ear. He
was "agin the tariff and the admins
tration and everything else. 1t was
rotten when a man couldn't get a blue
ribbon on corn like his corn!
Arne Vance figured Mr.. Sounds
product. He chew a grain and felt
over the golden spike. TITS good, he
continued, but the kernels break be-.
fore they, run owe the nub, and they're
shallow. Ike. some day I'll show you
how to judge corn tho way we do uI
at the agricultural college"
The man was suspicious OF this fool
book farming.
And let me send q dozen Of your
ears to the state board" put in Curran.
He's a great man, that secretary. He'll
sit down and write you a letter worth
all the ribbons Tanners seed house
could give you" ..a
Ike Sounds did not know. He was
sure there was something crooked
about 1t. 49,.
II tell you What wen do" exclaimed
Hemminger. This editor, he's goinI
to run for congress in the primary and
we want him te come out and Arna
with him, and they can talk politics
and corn together. Hey. Arne?"
The farmer students black eye.
snapped. Go? 1t was q great idea.
Hemminger's sad eyes it.. The suspic-
ious Sounds grew interested. "By jinks,
II there was anything like that going
on in Hemmtnger's district, our dis
trict ought to have 1t, too! We want
much for style, u folks, in Number
five, but Arne Vance can come talk
seed corn and our soil, and then this
editor can get up and whale the '.l1+v-
Gratis! It's a right lonesome 0 out
our way, but we take the News and we
know something!"
And he and Hemminger went off,
with a promise. Currau watched the
shaggy 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 OF
a paper did find it's way out to the
lonely farms and was read and be-.
lieved!
He turned to discover Arne watch
ing him %curiously. You're going,
Wiley?"
"Sure!"
Wen elect you, Wiley! we-and'
they! Quite your %grubbing away in
this dinky shop and come u .among
us! Janet's been seeing things very
clearly. There never was such a
chance-the county needs a leader. I'm
telling you what the young men say
over h 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 uniontze
the new factory people around Earlville
of them cares a damn about the
Cd gang in this town-the best families
and he court house jobs and all that"
II know" said Curran quietly.
They've both talked with me-urged
me-"
Arne's eyes glittered. Janet" hs
muttered grimly. Her work."
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