Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1917-02-09

Back OF his draWl and his cane and
his air of boredom was a rare dis
cernment, a fine eye for the real
forces III life. He had learned the
capital, had studied its strange
army-great men doing big things
OH a large scale, little men trying
sly games for small profit, sue
cesses with their names on every
lip. futile men slipping into obliv-
ion. the pillars of the country's
business, the pirates of national
and international affairs. the real
and the fake. He knew the city,
its beauty, its air of careless gay
ETY.. its procession of cocksure men
and we'll dressed women. its thous-
ands of blasted ambitions, its 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
err 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
III greeting him. He did not no.
tice even how she threw back her
head with an odd little motion. as
OF establishment, 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 "reformer'' could
dance perfectly.
Somehow" she said, 81 had
never thought that temperance
agitators were human beings"
ION 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, q little breathlessly: 81
mean you re such . man of-of thu
world. There's nothing clerica'
about yon."
"Oh, no. he said quietly.
Something in his manner of say
ing that created in her the desir,
to seem interested in his prin
!, ciples.
Z And your arguments,' sh,
E said, As they found chairs on til,
veranda; II suppose they're th,
old, familiar biblical things. Their,
aren't any brand new ones, an,
real discoveries to make congress
do what you want it to do, m
theref'
t "Oh, yes he replied, defectin,
the raillery in Eer voics.
For instance1" she urged.
They sat near the yerandA rail
ling, the soft radiance d the mool
Z falling full npon her, and makinl
ahcr blaek hair : p1rt o. the purpl
a11hnd0wn ~ hAni1hf. Her mae1