Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1914-02-19
drink. for some rube and trying to sell

drinks for some rube and trying to sell
him oil stock"
Aunt Abby if he should not send Au-
rene some money to come home IN.
But he didn't have any. Then another
ietter came. Aurelie was playing
summer stock" in Denver. Miss Nor
man and me, but I'm not leading lady
any more. I'm going ingenue bits.
Leading lady with Hen n Ben around
pretty bad. They were so foolish!
anu 1t was such a noisy play, for the
farther west we got, the more shooting
Mr. Hamburg insisted on putting in.
The big situation always gave me a
headache"
"Land!" murmured Aunt Abby, II
thought she had that cut out?"
But, Mr.. Curran,'' ran or Aure'ie's
letter. don't you and Uncle Mich worry
ABOUT me. I'm working hard n every
body seems to like me. The Juvenile
l play against is OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
distinguished. But everybody borrows
my. money. I'm awful sorry for Hen
Bentley were broke completely.
we aren't sorry for a cent we ever blew
In on you. If you don't want to marry
us. you don't have to- So they went
back to Tulare to hunt more COW
tracks. and if they find oil again they're
going to make me a bigger actress than
Mrs. Ffske. Yes, sir-you see! Why, 1
just cried when the twins went west
busted. They We're grand good fellows
after all!
"P. S. Tn going to send Uncle Mich
some more money next pay day to pay
on the cork leg. And, Uncle Mich, I
saw a mountain. Just like you said
when we came up river to occupy the
land ONLY crch a fanpv mountain uyaV
off-like a baby's toe sticking out Of q
blue coverlet! Lots Of love.
"Aurelie."
Done never forget Uncle Mich!"
cried that old rebel humping his peg
leg joyously on the wood box. And
I done promised I'd never peddle a pint
O. whisky long as she sends me money!"
Mich, I understand John won't let
the family have a cent OF Aurelie's
money!"
Uncle Mich winked wisely. "Knute
and 1 sneak 'em in--underclothes for the
baby n socks n truck. Johns too
busy with his soul and plannin' to
e to think about Aurelie's show
money now. Devils money, John says.
But it buys things for the baby, Mr..
Curran. Just like my old bootleg
money, somehow. But these here Holt
ness people that got hold of John. they
QOnt Ln1nk o. tldL
Johns a fool, Uncle Mich. If the
county decides to divert the creek down
the Pocket all you squatters will have
to get cut or be flooded"
Not John. He says the God o.
Battles done told him to fight. Mr..
Curran, there'l done be trouble
time over that"
Tn afraid So" Wiley sighed. The
deal for the turning Of Sinsinawa creek
hack from tho tIn1anGo ohnvn tho town
to it's ancient channel which led to The
bottoms above Tanners quarry, had
gone quietly through. Everybody ia
vored it, except the outlying farmers
who grumbled that 1t was another piece
Of favoritism, or maybe worse. TAN
ner's boards" however, were an always
present grievance. The only item Of
interest the News found in the pro-
ceedings was that Harlan Van Hart,
Esq, son Of Judge Van Hart, the latest
addition to the Winnetka county bar,
made his first public appearance as an
argue for the ordinance. Wiley spread"
himself In the most approved rural
journalistic fashion on Harlan's effort,
but he ~sighed-and sent the clipping to
Arne Vance.
nj not even young attorney Van
Hart, toiling away that summer in the
little side room Of the firm of Donley &
VEN I1dTI-IldAHSS IcVeIScu, you AOlACo
getting up his briefs n citations,
knew that in his little side room in the
bank Old Thad Tanner chuckled and
roared. The News actually commend
ing something that he a done! But
that fool editor didn't really think Van
Harris boy had anything to do with it?
He took the paper to his soninlaw, Cal
Rice, the pallid cashier. 1--WE gotta
get this boy, Cal. We gotta get him on
the ticket next fall, if he can hold the
News and these sorehead cusses who've
started that progressive league over in
Earlville. Yes, sir, Gala mighty
clever boy, and a good boy-like his
father-steady and safe. The party
needs more young men like that-and
maybe it would be just as well to put
old jelly-belly Jewett off the ticket this
year and run Harlan for district attor-
ney."
Old Thad joked about this to Judge
Van Hart the next day; and the judge
frowned. He deprecated politics. But
when he went in the bank Cal Rice said
something about it. Then the judge
mildly and worriedly told his wife. Her
eye frightened. Harlan should have a
career in the state-certainly. But it
was absurd to talk of it his first year
out of school. But the next day Old
Thad stopped her surrey to speak Of
it when she was shopping about the
square. He had a joking n yet defer
entail patronizing for the Van Harris
that always made the good lady detest
him-as much as n nay the richest
man in the county-and the most in
%f1uential.
CONTINUED next week.)