The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1914-05-07

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couldn't make any OF them
But there were computations OF money
paid, n money divided, all in Boyd
stoh's handwriting. / studied IT and
inc dates, 1t struck me c~uriously
that the dates OF the ira nsactions
tailed with several county board meet
lngs. And then 1t daWned on me like
a lightning flash. ( sent for Hemmin-
ger, and we compared the notes with
his recollections OF board transactions
Why, Boydston had actually put Thad's
name after n division or 5000 between
himself and Curry | couldn't believe
such idiocy. Then Hemminger took
the memoranda to Boydston and de-
maHded an explanation, and Boydston
collapsed in his front parlor and ad-
nltted 1t. He lost his nerve completely
begged and wept for Hemminger not
TO show the memoranda-to allow him
TO settle some way or other; and, above
all, not to tell Tanner. Hemmlnger
brought the notes back to me. Ever
since we've been wondering-and dis
cussing you!"
Harlan met her dehan gaze stead
lily. "Well?'
The county crowd put you in.
Boydston. in his frenzy, declared it
would do us no good to publish the
notes. He said the new district attor-
ncy was Tanners man! Said we
couldn't get it to the grand jury with
out you"
The young nan turned his serious
eyes on Hemminger. 'Yes?"
Harlan" put in Janet, I'VE decided
to wait. / consulted no one. / was
afraid If we exposed 1t just before cleo
ton 1t would look like a roorback OF
our people and YOU hurt Wiley some
way or other. You know to attack the
best families this way-with Tanners
money and power and the Mercury
Journal-weil, we could not prove the
facts for weeks, n II would look like
mere politics on our part. But your
she watched him coolly-"I made up
my mind today l wanted TO know what
you'd do when you're elected"
Dor He stared at her with & trace
or anger. Janet, you ask what I'd doe
Blow the lid off-send Boydstou and
Curry to the pen! Tanner. too, il /
can get hint"
She looked OFT through IL window
at the bank corner, 1T will be a tre-
mendous job. Harlan, you, a new man
wholly without experience in office.
bucking a combination that no man
here ever dared TO fight. The money,
the Influence, the Best People"
He followed her glance out 10 the
country folk idling about he ancient
sidewalk of the First National. Far
Their down High street. under the Leaf
less naples, he could see the tidy lawns.
the prosperous houses, and then his
home. The judge was slowly driving in
from lunch behind Old Dutch. SO long
he watched, SO imperturbahly, that she
could not guess the struggle IN his
mind. Not OF right or wrong bur 10
grasp issues dimly liuaned beyond.
One fights for ones class. ones kind
ones heritage OF thought and feeling,
basic greed, the instinct to survive.
vestigial promptings from Eeudal
privilege to protect and exculpate-al
battled in his subconsciousnesz for
delay ard pretext and caution.
Hemminger. the ~pale-eyed country
man. shuffled his feet with nervous ap-
~prehension. Il guess there are people
out there'-he lifted his bony finger to
the hills-"who win be with ron in the
tight Better people
The young man suddenly tipped his
chair forward with q smile.
Il thank you for the word. Bert" he
smiled. he reached for the m
anda- Janet's eyes silently followed
him. Almost a trace CT suspicion Sas
per In his inner pocket. He srose
Tn going to see father. He's in mis-
chambers by now"
Janet, too. arose with a sharp pro-
test But before she voiced it the door,
burst open. A man reeled In, drunk. IN
from the chill November street jim
Minis, the News printer. stared wildly
them.
Where's he gone. Where's Wiley"
The printer staggered to Miss
Fance's desk. he wiped his unshaven
chin. his bleared ayes rolled. What
a you done with him
What's the m~atter?"
He spread a damp and ink smeared
copy OF the News before her. THERE
he waited. The told me to run this box
on the front paget I didn't read it,
He set it up. he gave It to me. Me and
.leck We III the whole issue off and
started to fold the mail list, when
first read 1t. I was drunk, that's il,
Or. damn me. I'd never put the press
on 1t. No. sir, not yer IL he told mel"
The Q enclosed a bold face type
n the center of the sheet: For per-
and business reasons, Wiley T. |
surran wtthdraws from the congress
sional contest In the Eighteenth dis
Nothing more.
Janet was paling to her lips. In the
pause, Harlan seized the paper.
Gomez" he shouted and dashed from
ramp printer a wailing babbling rear
guard. When he reached the News
shop he came upon Miss Vance and
staring at the pile OF pa
pers that made up the weekly issue.
Young Van Hart was searching fever
oAAiy 0NOA itC ColtoA . ucSh. af !
mot a word he muttered; nothing
% explain. Has he gone crazy?"
There's his big meeting tonight"
Hemminger blurted. II hear the band
practicing. But Wiley-God
Almighty! a he gone wrong?s
Harlan suddenly turned on them.
Tha conference! He was called to |
Tanners office this morning. / know,
father was there!"
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. controlled her
voicer"smashed him, Harlan! Some
with something! Drove him out
the fight!.
The younger man turned to Hem
"Rar that door! Keep Jim
and Aieck here. And don't let q paper
out!'
Press time they'll somebody come
round" blubbered Jim. Some old
woman. or some of the old preachers
he always gave papers to for
nothing. And the kids to carry .em.
and the 4 o'clock mail tc make!.
Harlan was boiling the rear door.
'Hemninger. draw thu curtains. Don't
let q person In. don't answer any ques-
tons. You don't know anything. re-