Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1917-02-01

dHu inc lake. lie knew the city
its beauty, it's air of careless gay
ETY., it's procession Of cocksure men
and well dressed women, it's thous-
ands of blasted ambitions, it's null
titude of intrigues and love af-
fairs. "They call it the home of
greatness" he had remarked once.
In reality, it's the grave of great
ness"
And, since he knew accurately
the value of men and their meth
DDS, he had swung down the flow
er hung capital hill, boarded a
street car, lounged into his office,
and written the story Of the Smith
interview. He had done it in his
%forceful, picturesque style, and it's
publication the following morning
had convinced Washington that
there had come into its midst a
new personality. Senators and
representatives laughed at the new
arrival. A great many women rose
up and called him blessed. Thous-
ands of both men and women
throughout the country began to
write him letters of congratula-
ton and encouragement. The great
prohibition organizations called
him into their conferences. News
papers came to regard him as a
regular feature He had been prop
erly introduced by Cholliewollie.
Then, one night in the middle of
June, when the moon hung yellow
as gold in the sky, and the slow
breeze was heavy with the frag-
rance OF many kinds of flowers, he
had been presented to Miss Edith
Mallon. She stood on the veranda
Of a country clubhouse, a knot of
men about her, and, as he was
about to pass, somebody called him
and introduced him. 1t was during
an informal dance, and the drum
notes drowned whatever she said
in greeting him. He did not no
tice even how she threw back her
head with an odd little motion, as
of astonishment, when she saw his
face clearly under the electric
light overhead. Most people were
impressed by the ardour Of his
eyes. He was used to it.
He asked for a dance, and before
it was over she was expressing her
surprise that a 'sreformero could
dance perfectly.
Somehow" she said, IT had
never thought that temperance
agltators were human beings"
"On the contrary" he informed
her, laughter crinkling the corners
of his eyes, they re the most
human and humane beings in the
world"
Butt she demonstrated, and
added, a little breath1essly II
mean you re such a man of-of the
world. There's nothing clerical
about YOU"
0Oh, no." he said quietly.
Something in his manner of saw
ing that created in her the desire
to seem interested in his prin-
ciples.
And your arguments" she
said, as they found chairs on the
veranda; !" suppose they're the
old, familiar biblical things. There
aren't any brand new ones. any
real discoveries to make congress
do what you want it to do, are
Ethere?n
"Oh, yes,' he replied, detecting
the raillery in her voice.
For instance2" she urged.
They sat near the veranda rail
ing, the soft radiance Of the moon
falling full upon her, and making
her black hair a part Of the purple
shadows of the night. Her neck
and shoulders cleaned through a
flmy scarf, and her face, looking
very white, would have been ali
gravity but for the laughter in her
Ieyes.
Why do You Taught he coun-
tered.
His attitude was that Of q man
seeking valuable information.
Really, she said quickly,
I'm not laughing-far from It. /
never in all my life felt less like
Laughing. Tell me. What is the
new argumentf
am arranging, he said seri-
ously, for the production Of q
moving picture which will show,
among it's features, = whisky man.
lnfacturer reviewing q procession
of his dollars. Sslss3 "
How do you meant
On the dollars win be the fie.
ures aof the men and women hia
buGneaa has destroyed. twill 81
fquitese6ective, Ithink : one ~ one,