The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1914-05-07

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But there were computations of money
paid, and money divided, all in Boyd
.ston's handwriting. / studied 1t n
the dates, and it struck me curiously
that the dates of the transactions
tailed with several county board meet
ings. And then 1t dawned On me like
a lightning fash. Z sent for Hemmin-
ger, and we compared the notes with
his recollections or board transactions.
Why, Boydston had actually put Thad's
name after division OF $500 between
himself and Curry! | couldn't believe
such idiocy. Then 1Iemminger took
the memoranda to Boydston n de-
manded an explanation, and Boydston
collapsed in his front parlor and ad-
mitted it. He lost his nerve completely
begged nj 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. Eve
since we've been wondering-and dis
GUESSING you'll" 4J.H-
Harlan met her defiant gaze stead"
lily. ''Well2" .rF4z h a
1.-THE county crowd put you in:
Boydston, in his frenzy, declared II
would do us no good to publish the
notes. He said the new district attor-
ney was Tanners mani! Said we
couldn't get it to the grand jury with
out you"
The young man turned his serious
eyes on Hemminger. "Yes?"
Harlan put in Janet, I'VE decided
to wait. / consulted no one. l was
afraid II we exposed 1t just before cleo
ton ii would look like a roorback Of
our people and would hurt Wiley come
way or other. You know to attack the
best families this way-with Tanners
money and power and the Mercury
Journal-well, we could not prove the
facts for weeks, and 1t would look like
mere politics on u part. But YOU
she watched him coolly-"I made up
my mind today / wanted 70 know what
you'd do when you're elected"
"Do?" He stared at her with a trace
Of anger. Janet, you ask what I'd do?
Blow the lid dff-send Boydston and
Curry to the penl Tanner, too. IL 1
a get himI"
She looked off through the 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
the influence, the Best People"
He followed her glance out to the
country folk idling about the ancient
sidewalk of the First National Far
ther 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 im~perturbably, that she
could not guess the struggle in his
mind. Not OF right or wrong; but to
grasp issues dimly limned beyond.
One fights for ones class, ones kind,
ones heritage OF thought and feeling;
basic greed, the instinct to survive,
yestigial promptings from feudal
privilege to protect and exculpate-all
battled In his subconsciousness for
delay and pretext and caution.
Hemminger, the pale-eyed country
man, shuffled his feet with nervous APP
prehension. II guess there are people
out there"--he lifted his bony finger to
fight. Better people"
The young man suddenly tipped his
chair forward with a smile.
II thank you for the word, Bert" he
smiled. He reached for the memoir
anda- Janet's eyes silently followed
him. Almost a trace OF suspicion Has
in them when Harlan placed the pa
I'm going to see father. He's In his
chambers by now" -
Janet, too, arose with q sharp pro-
test. But before she voiced 1t the door
burst open. A nan reeled in. drunk, In
his shirt sleeves, even though he catne
from the chill November street Jim
Minis, the News printer. stared wildly
where's he gomez where's wleyr'
The printer staggered 20 Miss
Vance's desk. He wiped his unshayen
chin, his bleared eyes rolled. What
"a you done with him" |#
Whats the natter" :.
He spread a damp and Ink smeared
copy Of the News before her. 'Thereti
he waited, "he told me TO run this box
on the front page! I didn't read it,
He set IL up, he gave 10 10 me. Me and
Aleck we run the whole issue off and
then started to fold the mail list, when
I first read It! / was drunk. that's Il,
or, damn me, I'd never put he press
on 1t! No, str, not even If he told mel"
The ''box" enclosed a bold face type
In the center OF the sheet: For per-
sonal and business reasons, Wiley e.
Curran withdraws from the congress
sional contest in the Eighteenth dis
trict."
Nothing more. t.M
Janet was paling to her lips. In the
pause, Harlan seized the paper.
"Come!" he shouted and dashed from
the room. They followed him, the
tramp printer a wailing babbling rear
guard. When he reached the News
shop he cane upon Miss Vance and
Hernminger staring at the pile Of pa
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Young Van Hart was searching fever
ishly over the editors desk. &'5
mot a word,' he muttered; nothing
to explain. Has he gone crazy?"
There's his big meeting tonight
| Hemminger blurted- IT hear the band
boys practicing. But Wiley--God
Almighty! has he gone wrong?"
Harlan suddenly turned on them.
THAT conference! He was called to
Tanners office this morning. I know,
! for father was there!"
"They-they''-Janet controlled her
voice-"smashed him, Harlanl Some
! how, with somethingl Drove him out
Of the fight!" e .
The younger MAJ turned to Hem
minger. Bar that door! Keep Jim
and Aleck here. And don't let a paper
go outl'' .&"a .'.." .AA =
Press time they'll somebody come
round blubbered Jim. some old
woman, or some OF the old preachers
whom no always gave papers to fol
nothing. And the kids to carry tem
and the 4 o'clock mail to makel"
Harlan was boiling the ear door
"Helnminger, draw the curtains. Dom
let q person In. don't answer any CUES
lions. You don't know anything. re.
member!" '| f%.
Janet threw q blank sheet from the
stock shelf over the printed issues o.