Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1914-05-20

at Burlington where her soninlaw had
embalmed her. And here Mowry had
been buying his groceries of Dickinson
for nine Years in expectation of getting
the widow.
"Dog-gone it. Wiley. this is a sore
head town! It's irritatin' when folks
won't patroniZe home industries. I'm
going to Californy where Hen and Ben
are bottlin' mineral water. They say
there is q great opportunity for an UNI
dertaler in their town-if they ever
get their mineral water to sellin'."
But nothing about Curran's with
drawal. From this riddle his tired brain
~revolved to Aurelie's coming. How
should he meet her-what word say of
his downfall? His soul was crying to
had given him. He had accepted. he
had renounced-but he feared his self
control when h would look into his
eyes with her pretty fondness. her
laughing trust. His little girl. and his
heart was big with the new fatherhood!
his dry lips: she must not know
she must not know! That, too, dear
God. 1 can accept"
There was another excited rumor.
The crowd swayed and buzzed-anoth-
er deputy was wounded at the quarry.
And the officers were fighting the UNI
manageable spectators. HELPLESS. with
out leadership. Van Hart had knocked
a man down when he found him SELL
ing whisky to his posse. He nae or
dered four more jailed for disobedience
IN crossing the dead line. He was bat
Ting for rder. lawmand he was not
bones of county officialdom were help
iess-they had begged the judge to send
his son out to the siege.
ABOVE all this gossip Curran saw ia
net Vance's serene face. She was in a
touring car which Arne drove to the
depot. Wiley stared at the legend on
The Vances did not see him
until he placed his hand on the ar.
his eyes fixed on the banner.
Janet" His voice died. Take this
Off! Don't o know?"
this Me IS face isrr;h ut with It'll Joy. Wiley! But
passed such a night. And never such
a day. Arne is swearing mad-there
m a voter at the booth in your pre-
clnct-the towns emptied itself out
there" WV
He followed her gesture to the hills.
i didn't mean that. Janet! L mean
night?" ~ "'.
Yes" she answered clearly-and
smiled. He stared wildly at her. And
my meeting? Wasn't there!"
Neither was any n else! Some
people gathered. and the committee
waited. Then Purcell nnounced it was
Off. He said you must be out in the
crowd aroun Lindstrom's. ANYHOW
1T didn't make any difference to anv
one." any
but Janet! 1-I-you know? You
And then her hand closed over his
on the seat. "Hush!" she whispered,
y Know. And no one else!"
And While he stared again at her. I'M
able to make it out. Arne arose from
cranking his car. Get in there, Wiley!
lley want you-they've been asking for
you! Where the devil did YOU dis
appear to last night? But the whole
campaign went in the air when Lind
strom cut loose with his gum"
they had him whirling out the road
Win Arne continuing his mprecations
on the misfortune. Michigan was with
them-they promised to be back for the
belated train. Some of the town WON.
en- n the minister want you to get to
Harlan" houte Arne. 'and ask him
Tor Gods sake. to get the children ont
before ne attacks Johns house. The
~ ~is thing fell on Harlan. somehow.
Cld Jellybelly Jewett blew up after the
sheriff was killed. The citizens said
somebody had to take charge of the
posse-1t was demoralized. They mt ~
up to Harlan. and he's fighting some
order out of the mob"
NY SaAlie upon the u mar who.
~ nlght. mad come to have AUTHORITY
IN his manner-that tacit authority
past all trappings Of office which men
acknowledge in crisis. He stood nv the
road 100 yards outside the Lindstrom
fence. All along this fence. and
s.retching into the woods, was the
hastily summoned posse. armed With
shotguns. rifles. revolvers-with all the
mob lnefficiency Of a community nm
used to the issues of force. Amon, tho
woods and on h bridge across Sim
slnawa creek. and all along the way
TO Town, were buggies, motorcars,
struggling back. The coroner 9a' m ann
a been there. and all evidences of
Llndstrom's bloody work had been re-
moved. In the fence n fires were
going; the deputies, chilled from the
all-night vigil, We're making coffee.
Newsboys from Farlville were now 90
and these and the deputies eating and
some laughing nervously with one an
other, gave the affair the aspect of a
huge grotesque picnic. They hurled
qu1ps at another's courage. and
taunts to the embryo war corresponds
ents who hurried back to the telegraph
offices. n h came on to question
leadlng citizens. and to badger Har-
Ian Van Hart, the prospective district
attorney, who seemed in control. Muir
murs were heard. Why wasn't some
thing done? Who fired the last shot ?
1t was getting ridiculous. this waiting
and arguing and considering. The
Chicago newspaper men, who Just ar
rived. We're laughing over the blunder-
Ing and inefficiency. Some of the dep
uties had secured whisky and We're al
ready drunk.
Arne Vance's machine reached Har-
Ian just as this word was brought.
Curran saw his eye set coldly; he was
glancing along his disorderly Gordon by
the fence. He seemed about to ride
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