Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1914-03-27

ignored MIN as a mere dlStuIpeI. fAAu
Arne Vance. coming in from a last
tour OF the county on his pigs and
politics" campaign, grimly explained II.
The Honorable James Hall came
home to work over his district, as the
old crowd desired. And he got a frost,
They're scared. Tom Purcell and 1
have been comparing notes. We've
showed Hall up something fierce on his
votes in congress, and the farmers We're
glum to the Honorable Jim. And he
never had q show with the new ele-
factory district. Halls licked! Thad
Tanner knows it.. Judge Van Hart
knows it! But'-he looked grimly at
the candidate-"we want to c1nch the
fight. We need some money for print
ing and stuff. Got any?"
Mr.. Curran smiled. Good Lord,
Arne! I'm bled dry as a bone! 1 tried
to get some more on a mortgage at
the bank. Cal Rice rubbed his hands
and said, Wait till after election I
don't know whether he's trying to scare
me with a threat of foreclosure on the
I'm elected" He glanced at n rue
fully. "But money? Our crowd has
no money. Money be damned! I'm
simply going on telling men that I'm
Wiley Curran and I want them to vote
for me-and why!"
The farmer-st1dent went away dis
satisfied. The candidate was in Miss
Vance's office. He had been there an
hour talking lightly Of affairs but con-
scious of some right in the old intimacy.
Janet had been reserved, impersonal,
business like. She looked th~oughtfully
at him now.
wiley, you must have money. It's
the crisis Of your campaign. Arne's
right. You're winning splendidly. The
state press is noticing your fight down
here. I should almost say the country
is, for Hall is a national figure. It's
splendid!"
1t was the first touch of her old en-
thusiasm for his success. For his sue
cess was in the air. There was a
sense Of change. an -undercurrent of
on the other. Men We're talking Of new
issues, new figures-the control OF a
commonwealth was being wrested from
accustomed hands. and the obscure
group of malcontents In Winnetka
county were acute with this feeling of
radical papers had taken up Arne
Vance's phrase of a pigs and politics"
campaign among the farmers; 1t had
undoubtedly caught the popular humor.
Curran nodded buoyantly. His con-
straint vanished with Janet's. Yet his
intuition told him Of q change in her.
She sat forward now n spoke as one
turning to a definite point of business.
wiley, you need n And / have
it idle in the bank. I van you to use
He stared at her. A flush came to
his face. .Janet?"
you car give me your note"
II could write a bushel Of them-but
who'd take them?"
II will-for $500"
bank!"
, Doubtless not. But to me-" She
, looked away seriously. Then. with hot
!, impulse breaking. through. "Oh. Wiley.
: I want you to win-win!" She swept
, up his hand from the table; your big
J He was silent. Then muttered:
> "Janet, I can't TAX you money! L
= I'm not worth 1t, girl. God bless you
: I'd not feel right. I-our friendship &C
I not finish. A damning sense OF re-
. 3 creance was on him.. She loved him
Z and he had never been able to make
o such q disaster of himself that SHE
would not love him. That was the
= wonderful thing about women! Ant
. love him! Her steady, sall-for-givint
faith in him; Janet the confidant O
l, men like Governor Delroy, the leader!
of new ideals. Janet, whose work wa!
Z ever calling her to finer achievements
She had refused Advancement, she hat
waited-for him! No. he would say n
more. A man had best stumble on II
his own fashion.
I'm sorry" She looked away imper
sonally. II only meant it for the com
- fighting for. Just that-you are one o
- the leaders now-one Of the COMING
- men-Td hoped" Her voice had die
q low. Then she went on in her bushes
tone, GO see Purcell today, will yor
y Wiley?''
Within the hour she called up tn
Honorable T. r. Purcell, Mr.. Curran'
political manager, n told him he
Ia check for $500 was to his credit In a
- Earlville bank The candidate was nc
to be apprised at present. Young M
Purcell was too pleased to dissent; h
- leaned much on Miss Vance.
Mr.. Curran walked to the Junctio
ia and took the interurban to Earlvil
that afternoon with the irmest inten
a ton to see his political manager c
IN once. But he went into the Hot
I'd Metropole with a director OF the ston
d. and contracting company which ha
u been so d~isgruntled over the Tame
to lcompany's monopoly Of county wor
= and was, therefore. for reform an
revolution. And after this conferen.
had been assuring himself that !
IL didn't know h was under the san
roof, but this was futile.
We 81 p she's leaving tonight"
unused, "and / ought to call up-wh
- Of course I had! To let the little 81
Mt go away in this fashion would be
shame. Besides"-he reflected upt
other reasonsE"well. I must see aft
Aurelie." So. feeling rather brotherl!
he fafherlv. and altogether equal to ii
matter, he inquired. And the burst
Mt Joy over the room telephone made hi
queerly giddy. Sec him? Why. con
right up!
Miss Lindstrom was packing a
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