The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1914-02-26

had come somewhere out OF q fighting
world. Harlan wondered rather
satirfcaiiy why an outsider should come
down here and talk like . man OF au-
"The Catholic vote In them new
mines where the Poles ana dagos have
come In. it'll be Tor Curran." went on
Mcbride. Father Doyle gives IL to me
straight. All that's good. And this
new EariviIle contracting company,
which Is sore over Tanner gohbiing all
the work. is going to unload on the old
ring. Amt any reform going to get
up something. Take Il from me.
We're going to elect Curran."
Harlan had listened more acutely.
He had begun to resent Wiley's prob
|lematical success. Mcbride was worBe
than he had dreamed. His fathers
ideals Of politics had not encompassed
such brute truth. Mcbride turned his
blue eyes under their red brows al
rectly on him. d" Er
Are you the man they're talking Of
for district attorney" %N
Harlan stared at him incredulously.
The easy fngratiating standards Of his
fathers sort of men around the court
house, eyen the rustic geniaIity OF the
county board members, he felt equal
to. but this ruthless analysis and mil
liant directness OF the man of new con-
ditions Jared him. He still stared at
Mcbride.
Come out" rasped Mcbride, I'VE
can put you over this year. / hear you'll
do-Vance. Curran. here-put it up that
way"
Harlan turned to them with a laugh.
Since when had Arne and Wiley and a
few unknowns took it to themselves
to parcel out the county offices? These
audacious rebels. without authority.
without o~rganizationH 1t was actually
humorousl
I'VE want to trim this crook-Tan-
ner--and an. honest district attorney
can do it."
Still Harlan was silent. He knew that
secretly his father deprecated Thad
Tanner. And Jewett. the
was not Invited to his fathers house
Still this Gid not keep Jewett out Of
OFFICE. bis father was a good man.
But here a a different good-the
lighting good Of the new order.
How about it," pursued Mcbride.
Harlan smiled at length. compiacent-
ly ON the a mo. thanks. Nc
Bride, I think TIL stick to the law yet
a while." He was thinking how funny
II would be to tell his father Of the
trio sitting in the badly new dining
room OF the Metropole, plotting against
that ancient and honorable thing
Winnetka county politics. It had not
been rippled since James @. Blaine.
You young men are needed" went
on Mcbride. instead OF going off to
Canada and the cheap lands, or to the
cities, you ought to be right here maxi
ing your fight. There's big chances
rough knocks and big chances" 4
Il have NINE" retorted Harlan quiet
ly. He was conscious Of Wiley's look
upon him. appealing. sorrowful-and OF
Arne's subdued be~lligerency. They had
been talking of him to Nc
strongest young man in the
county!
"Se here. we need you"--there was a
OF menace in McBride's tone
You'll make a name. too, cleaning up
crooked board. Go after your
courts. too. They're not right, Here's
this man, Lindstrom. they tell me about
gone crazy over religion. The quarry
who lost an arm and then his
damage suit against Tanner on a tech
nicality-and then was sent over on a
contempt charge. Why. Your court
made a criminal right thereW
wiley saw Harlan's face turn an ugly
Mcbride went on: Here the
court wrecks a man over some holier-
than o tradition of the law. That's
the stuff the courts hand out"
Harlan was. on his feet. His clenched
shot across the table near Nc
Brides face. See ,here-the Judge that
that decision was my fatherl"
Mcbride stared back: Your father?'
way Of himl" ,|
There was silence through the be-
and tapestried room. Arne
md Wiley sat back. There was moth |
ng else to do between man and man,
the older, the rugged power |
eul figure; and Harlan with the anger
d a young god. fair. handsome, tower
ng over him.
You take that hackI" roared Harlan. |
Mcbride slowly relaxed. He watched
he other INCREASINGLY
"Apologizel"
Mcbride sat father back ON his chair.
A slow smile came to his face as he |
BOXED up at the youth.
Young man, I WAS raised on a Stag |
PIE IN Pennsytyania. I never saw the
Iun shine except Sundays and the dime
ny father wa killed. until / was "a. |
t seems to me. I've been hungry so
n*AJ times In my life that sometimes
low It ! natural to eat. You can't
NOW by any manner Of means what
hats like. I'm q rough man and I |
YORK with rough men. but / know q
"NSh W OuGs 0IL uOWn. 1
"ApologiZei" shouted Harlan.
Mcbride looked long and grimly at |
him. Well" he growled, 'If y1yeT Ia |
her raised You to stand up like this |
With the fighting blood hot in you-I |
guess I'm wrong. Now. If that's an
APOLOGY. take it. If 1t ain't-to he'll
you!"
Harlan, stood quivering. '"Sft down |
BOY" whispered Wiley. The room was
iumb. Even the waiter girls knew who |
Joung Van Hart was. :. ~
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