The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1914-01-22

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Vance would attract him. He would
be glad to listen to a woman who had
twice been elected against the hostile
conservatism of a reserve county to
her SUPPLEMENTARY.
Curran sighed. Janet, I couldn't
afford it"
Suppose your campaign could be
financed her cool business smile was
on him. And then her enthusiasm
game! A mans game! I RAJ
SO interested as in what father and
Arne tell me-, and what I see is going
on over the county! And you're going
to be in it! I told Delroy SO! They'll
build his organization on you and your
fight down here-they're eager to break
in, and the county SO needs leader
shipl"
He smiled, but he felt the inward
tremor of the m a who is conscious OF
his limitations of daily nervous force.
The need Of care Of it a held him
from many a crucial effort, that su-
preme hazard of fortune; for the physi-
cal tnteger, after all, is the factor OF
success. He had tried to tell himself
that youth was done, It's visions, it's
~nobleness, it's lechery; its easy purity
which is virtue interrupted; and its
Of late had come his rebirth, he surge
of aspiration and fine hope to the shall
lows of his life. Now, with the prodigal
years done, should come a mans real
work.
He cached across the desk for
Janet's hands. Girl, I'll do it. You
can tell them so. Til make the fight"
h threw back her strong shoulders
laughing, the tears in her eyes. That's
all / van to know! Just to hear you
speak that way. Wiley! I'm going to
telegraph Delroy, and Schemmerhorn
of the state central committee, and call
up Mr.. Purcell-and father!"
He was amazed as she arose with
that imperious incision Of hers and
went u Janet had always left him
gathering his wits-perhaps that was
one reason why-well, he never could
analyze his admiration for Janet.
He was at his job-press that after
noon, when Hen and Ben McFetridge
drove up in a begilded motor. With
them was a fresh-faced young Hebrew
who was introduced as Morris Feldman
Of the Majestic theater.
"And"-continued Hen-"we got the
little girl all right"
Got her?" Wiley looked up.
Your prize winner Old man was up
in the woods with his dogs, chopping
brush. n the old lady was off some
where. n we talked with the girl.
with a show and h most dropped
dead.'
II should think she would" gasped
Wiley.
She'll get used to our ways" con
tinued Hen-"heavy on the job-eh,
Benz"
Right there-eh, HEMP" said Ben.
Morris, here, has been trying to see
Miss Lindstrom for a week, but he was
afraid Of the dogs. But h minute
he handed her a line Of conversation
we had her. He's got a man in Du-
| hlJn11a ca org w ahNl1f this rriza hao11tv
business that he wrote a play about it.
Morris a y all the people up the val
ley are crazy about it-and it shows
what a dead one his town Is. We can
play up and down the state and get on
to the Meyer & Sammet circuit later
y say, think Of the paper we
can get out-three-sheet stuff and the
window stuff: Miss Aurelie Lind
strom, the 100000 Prize Beauty Win
ner.' Some class. eh, Hen?"
Got the Frisco Morning glory
Bunch skinned a mile said Hen.
You're crazy!" retorted Wiley.
Cray, maybe" nc Ben-"but we
got her name on a contract"
But she can't act!"
Don't need to-" said young Mr.. Field
man.. Nobody has to know how to
act-it's all in the line of dope you put
over. Hand out some bunk that the
public is crazy about and they'll eat
it. And this girls got it-biggest paper
In the west has been spreading or her
for two weeks now. It's a pippin. ]
wanted to bite myself when she signed
UP. Steinman & Franks were after her,
too-they were going to nave a man
down here from Chicago today"
Those big vaudeville people?
guess, if she's going in the business at
all, she ought to have gone with them
Morris read this here play to US last
night-four acts, and in the third they
blow up the mill"
Mr. Curran sat down on the plat
form: Hen. are you in earnest?"
"Going to clean up the state. Morris
got an option on a lot Of scenry that
was made for the Mile the Model com
pany; and 1t blew up, and the stuff's
in Dubuque stored. And wait till you
see our paper. Morris, here, telegraphed
for his booking agent to pick up some
people. All to the candy-eh, Ben?
fright there" said Ben. "And II
mis- Mile tine Model scenery doesn't fit
Harnbury's piece. he's willing to re-
write the play to fit the scenery"
Wiley sighed. Hen. you and Ben
are wonders"
mo. we're out for the coin his trip.
And to give that little girl a chance
Honest" continued Hen thoughtfully
shes got me going. And besides Ben
and me got $50, 900 of Tular oil stock to
unload and we thought maybe If we
SHS' INV Ci ~ Us.
Wiley looked hts concern. Now, its
all straight Wiley" went on Hen, land
you car say so in your little old sore,
backed newspaper. Morris. here, will
give you a olumn of dope that will
make this old town weak in the pins"
Still Wiley h%esitated; he was super.
sensitive to a degree about anything
concerning money despite his unpaid
bills "I-I-don't like it, boys. You
see this girl-Well!" he floundered-
for an instant Harlan's name was on
his lips . then. after all, wha,
did he know Of Harlan and Aurelie?
He went on d~oggedly: She's a good
little girl, Hen-after ALL"
Bet she is" retorted Hen-"and Tn
going to see she gets her chance"
The editor watched the machine roll
up High street. he went in and sal
at his old desk. and lighted his ole
pipe, and stared at his old shop. He
wished that sometime he would grow
up.
CHAPTER XII
THE DAUGHTER OFT JEZFRETi