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A STERLING NOVEL OF THE GREAT
AH9&LE WEST
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By
.Charles imw Jacks©n
B^®F S0ULS. m BROTHERS
KEEPER etc. eta.
Copyright, 1912, The Bobb»>MerriU Company.
CHAPTER XV—(Continued).
Harlan whirled suddenly to the rack
»nd took his hat. Then he turned to
the group at the table. "See here—Just
now I told you I wouldn’t take a nomi
nation for district attorney. Well. Just
because of this insult. I’ll run! Yes
and not on your ticket, either!"
He had started for the office. Mc
Bride’s cold eye followed him. Then he
was on his feet and about the table.
“Shake!” he growled. "I’m with
you!”
Harlan stared at him without speak
ing. Man to man. and something in
McBride’s eye went through him.
"Well,” he muttered, "I suppose you
didn’t mean it against father!” He took
the labor leader's hard square palm.
"But. damn you. I’ll run against you!’
McBride was laughing softly. His
eyes were brightening. "Good I But
you can’t—I’m with you!”
Harlan glanced at his wondering
friends. "I’m going,” he announced,
and left the room.
McBride’s look was on him until he
reached the hotel office. The he point
ed: "The son-of-a-gun! He’s payin’
for his own dinner!” Then he looked
belligerently at Wiley Curran and Arne.
"Mac," put in Wiley, "the squarest
chap you ever saw-—and the county’s
best people.”
"I know’ it. My kind of people. Fight
In’ blood. I’m goin’ to support him!"
CHAPTER XVI
JINNEE OF THE TAILOR-MADE.
Miss Vance met Harlan one after
noon of mid August. He stopped his
saunter across the courtyard lawn to
help her hitch her span of fractious
colts. She pressed a handkerchief to
her flushed face.
"Thank you! Tou look so awfully
cool. Harlan. And clean! You’ve been
driving, too—and logic at me!”
His leisurely smile followed her In
terested glance. It was their first meet
ing since he had announced his can
didacy for the district attorneyship—
a brief announcement, coming after an
equally brief conference with the party
leaders. The outside information was
that the Honorable Thaddeus Tanner
had selected young Mr. Van Hart as
the best and most representative ygungr
man of the county to give strength to
the old-line ticket against the new
progressive league. Thero was some
comment on his youth and lack of ex
perience, but it was regarded as a
ehre vd move, nevertheless, of the old
couit house ring. County politicians
Bald there would be none to contest
young Mr. Van Hart's nomination or
election.
b Now. Miss Vance looked him over
and sighed. "I feel a grudge against
you. Harlan! I wish fortune would
give you a quarrel now and then.
Everything comes so easily to you. But
this is mere envy, isn’t it?”
He smiled and walked with her- to
the News office. The sense of his
rugged fineness and clean truth gripped
her as it must all women.
"Your battle will come after you’re
elected. Harlan. They—they will ex
pect to use you as they do—’’ she hes
itated. She had been about to say
"your father,” and then knew better.
Harlan had the same charm of breed
ing as his father; but the county ring
had kept the Judge in office for 20
years; it found its strength among "the
best people.”
"Nobody owns me, Janet.” He found
amusement in her caution. “And as
for politics, here Is Arne, and those
other long-horn students, traveling
over the county trying to interest the
farmers In seed selection. The state
board pays their way. but now, really,
aren’t they out to talk politics for the
governor and our eccentric friend,
.Wiley T. Curran?”
She smiled in turn. She was too
pract^al minded to be sensitive over
the methods by which any movement
of party interest was attained. When
they reached the News door Mr. Cur
ran was standing there, a galley of type
In his hand. He waved to the pros
pect past the town, a spurt of yellow
Btubble, like a flame licking down from
the upland corn which was now high.
"I can smell the tassel bloom.” mur
mured Wiley, “and the damp cloddy
earth, and hear the rustle of the blades
In the breeze off the river. Bless me.
I was about to knock off and steal
away to the hills, but here you two
come, abominably suggesting work.
And ambition—and achievement!”
"Indeed we do!” Janet smiled at his
•whimsical grimace. “And to remind
you what the papers said of your
■peech- at the Dallas county fair. "Bril
liant.’ ‘aggressive,’ ‘eloquent!’ ”
His grimace deepened. Through tho
weeks Janet had watched his progress.
He had astonished every one as a cam
paigner; “tricky," his opponents said,
but winning by his likableness. He had
been filled with a boy's delight to find
that he could really speak in public—
, that his old nervous hesitance had gone
like a mist before his new ardors, his
mercurial enthusiasms. Out in the oth
er counties he had won dashingly; but
among his home people, he confided to
Janet, he was a "lame duck."
He could not explain that. She knew
It was because here they had seen his
purpose, his hope, his imaginative life
come to nothing. He was of that type
of which the towns and provincial cit
ies have many—a person whose chaste
tastes, intellectual aspirations and so
cial qualities had starved under the
stress of making a livelihood. Ideas,
finer achievement, all bartered with the
standards fixed by a vulgar need. Ja
net herself had felt the impact; she
knew his battle. And so long he had
given up! And so late had arisen! He
seemed to have forgotten his useless
years, his defeats, he had gone out
smong men, and they had honored him.
Today he was in one of his "slumps.”
Janet went on with her ingenious en
couragement. "I wish you knew what
a rare mystery you are to the country
people. And how splendidly they be
lieve in you! You're a new sort of
politician. And I’m very proud. Wiley!”
He looked at her. "The fool editor,”
he mourned—"I wonder if t spoke here
—as I must some time—who'd turn
out to listen? You and Aunt Abby, and
my printer, and doubtless the under
taker.” He sighed and waved his hand
out to the town. "Some times the old
feeling comes back. I don’t belong here.
Tm the misfit, Janet. The dreamer”—
he let his eyes go off to the summer
land. It was too rich; never had it
hungered, and never from it could arise
his epic song—never from this would
come the watchers of dawns. "I think,
sometimes, even now. that I ought to
he a starving poet in a garret. Eh,
then. Janet! I’d do some thing.” He
came to Harlan with his direct affec
tion and put a hand upon the shoulder
•f the younger man. “I’d like to be
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back where you are, boy. And start
anew—the Blate clean!" He smiled
sadly. “What absurdity—me a poli
tician."’
He could run on thus with these two
—Janet, with whom he had been a
schoolmate, and Harlan, whom he had
loved after his return. These two had
made life livable in his shabby years—
they had understood. They had made
him keep faith with himself. “I need
you two,” he murmured; “oh, I need
you! ”
They saw his eyes, the fondness in
them, watching out the door. Then
he cried out.
Carmichael’s bus was at his plat
form. Two women were getting out.
One was a stout light haired person.
The other was Aurelie Lindstrom. She
dropped her suitcase and lifting her
veil, ran forward to Mr. Curran. And
she kissed him!
Mr. Curran colored. He was dum
founded. He gasped. This Aur.elle!
This being, so mischievious with
laughter, so rippling with life, so com
plete with happiness, and confident
with saucy tricks and clothes and per
sonality.
"Glad to see me, mon ami’ Yes—
no.” She was laughing on, chattering
her barbarous French. “Me—the little
savage! Aurelie! Am I changed?”
She turned with an odd foreignness
and shrugged, displaying herself for
him. And then she saw Miss Vance,
and checked herself. Then Harlan, and
gasped. But she came to him with
the most natural grace and held out a
hand.
"And Harlan—glad tt> Bee me, are
you?” Then to Janet. “And you? I
reckon this old town won’t know me!”
She turned with a little flutter of hap
piness. Janet decided that Aurelie had
discovered herself, a rare trick of mak
ing the most of' whatever caTnS her
way, with a natural player’s percep
tion of values. It all enhanced her
blithe drollery, this bit of the man
ners of the world, and she had the wit
to utilize It. In no other way could
Janet account for the amazingly
changed Aurelie. Her lonely pride, her
defeated pathos were gone.
She introduced the stronger with a
Jubilant confidence. "This Is Ada Nor
man, and she was our heavy woman.”
She sank into Mr. Curran’s chair with
aft air of having done the situation
carelessly well. Then she raised her
big black eyes llmpidly to young Mr.
Van Hart, with that belying spiritual
pensiveness which must once have so
ensnared him. “She knows how to be
the coquette,” mused Miss Vance—and
glanced keenly at Mr. Curran.
Mr. Curran was staring at Aurelie
with frank delight. Janet was swift
ly aware that his despondency of the
hour had vanished. He was in the
clouds, his inescapable romance, the
love of the bizarre and the daring, had
Seized him. “Aurelie, you incredible
child," he cried. "How—how—splen
didly you look.”
Indeed she did. She knew it. She
found happiness in it.
“Mr. Curran,” she smiled, "you’re the
only person—except Uncle Mich—who
ever understood me a bit.”
Harlan and Janet were silent. If
Aurelie was the vulgarian, this was
supposable in her world of vulgarians.
Morris Feldman would assure, you that
the thing was to get the money and
the press stuff. Ho was confident that
Miss Lindstrom could do both. And
wear clothes. What else was need
ful?"
Wiley saw Harlan’s eyes fastened on
Aurelie’s hand. He knew that Janet
also was thinking of the story of Hen
McFetrldge’s diamonds. But Aurelie
wore only one little ring! Mr. Curran
glanced defiantly at the others. Janet
looked at him with a sudden sickness
of heart. He was shining eyed. It
took this to delight his vagabond soul
—a girl of fluffy clothes, the charm of
adventure out in the world, airs and
appealing graces, the typical feminine
—and he had succumbed.
"Janet!" he cried. “Do you re
member her? The little rabbit hunting
savage up in the hills, the defying
school child with a heart none could
ever find?”
"Nobody ever tried, said the savage
with a smile. Nobody!”
“Indeed not," drawled the languid
Miss Norman, "unless it’s all the
babies and beggars. I wonder how
many rehearsals she’s been fined Just
for them!”
"It’s fun!” bust out Aurelie. "To
have some money and give it away.
And to tickle babies—it makes ’em
stare so! Miss Norrnan and I are go
ing to New York and try to get on,
but honest, I’d rather have a baby.”
Young Mr. Van Hart looked at Mr.
Curran. Mr. Curran laugher grace
lessly. Miss Vance was beginning to
smile. She was concluding that
Aurelie was comical. Slangy, droll,
good hearted, honest—but all that
spiritual chasteness of her face—when
she was not laughing—would be
harmless after all!
“New York,” went on Aurelie. “If
one is going to really act, one must go
there. And starve, maybe. But Ada
says I won't. She knows we’ll get on,
and the managers will listen to me.
You know they said In Denver it
wasn’t just my face. They said I was
worth while—in the newspapers.”
“She certainly is,” put in Miss Nor
man. "I never saw any one work a
part so hard—all the tricky bits. And
it doesn’t seem work with her. And
she can wear clothes, and in the busi
ness that's everything!”
The "heavy woman” looked down
at herself. She was quite 40 and the
stock companies had made her feel it.
“An old trouper like me," she went on,
"watches a lot of these kids smoke up
and go out. But Aurelie, here, is class.
Where she got it, God knows!”
"When Hen and Ben make another
fortune," pursued Aurelie, "they’re go
ing to buy the tin opera house and
I’ll come back a leading woman and
show these old grannies something!"
Miss Norman laughed wearily.
Plainly Hen and Ben were provocative
of glee to professional people. "Angel
Hen!" she murmured.
"Good old Hen!” said Aurelie. Then,
quite Innocently, "Mr. Curran, do you
know Hen McFetrick wanted to marry
me?"
"N-no—” Mr. Curran looked evas
ively at Harlan. Janet had an Im
pression that Harlan was fighting down
a blaze of anger.
"But then,” went on Aurelie—"every
body was good to me.” 1
"Wanting to marry you, Aurelie?”
faltered Mr. Curran; "do you call that
being good to you?”
"Of course," demurely, “at least Its
interesting.”
Harlan was on his feet. He at
tempted to pass her, and she looked up
in wonder.
"You'fe not going, Harlan. Why, sit
mmmmmmmmmmmmtmmmmmmummammmmnm—mmmmtm m ■ .....
down. Tell me all about yourself. 1
thought"—she hesitated—"since you’d
been east you'd be a great man by
now! ’’
"I’m practising law here,” he an
swered quietly.
"Going to settle down here?"
"Yes."
She looked at him with a pity that
stung him. She had grown so amaz
ingly in the year. “I shouldn’t think
you could stand it. I couldn’t. Oh, to
be somebody! And do something! I
remember the nights I used to climb
the hills and stare off across the river
and wonder! Out there was something
and I wanted it. And if Mr. Curran
hadn’t sent my picture to the paper ,
I’d have been there yet—climbing
Eagle Point trail at sunset to watch
the light go out—just as lonely ns of
old.”
Some way or other they were still.
"And dear Old Mich!" she went on
softly. "Done come up-river! Done
goin’ to occupy the hind! That’s what
he'd say. Done goin’ to find the land
of joy!” She turned to Wiley suddenly.
"And before I go I am going to climb the
hills once more. And I'm going out to
see ’em all, if’ Papa Lindstrom will let
me on the place. I Just want some
body whose eyes get brighter when I
come among ’em. And Uncle Mich’s
will. Mr. Curran!”
“I know they will, Aurelie. And
Knute’s and Peter’s and the baby’s!
And surely all of us! The land of joy?
You’ll bring it to them out there, Au
relie. You’ve sent them so much stuf<
and money—they’d have half-starved
last winter, when Albert, the pedler,
was sick, if you hadn’t done that. John
knew you were sending the money,
too, but he pretended he did not. Why,
we all like you. Aurelie."
“I'm glad,” she answered, and stood
in the doorway looking over the town
with a forgiving and proud simplicity.
"They do like1 her,” drawled the tired
blonde woman from her chair. "I’ve
been in stock five years, and before
that seven over the Beckmeyer &
Grady circuit spot-lighting a song, and
I’ve seen ’em all. When I tie to a kid,
she's got to have it. Split-week vaude
ville and cheap stock don't leave you
no illusions. But Aurelie—I’m going to
take this kid to New York and get her
in right if I have to sell my shoes.”
"Are you going there to act?” in
quired Mr. Curran Innocently.
"Who? Me? The spot-light artist
sat up and turned her heavy, good
humored face to him. "Oh, Gawd—me
on Broadway! Say, you’re one of these
jay humorists, ain’t ^ou? Cut out the
funny stuff!”
“Now, Ada"—burst forth Aurelie—
"you mustn’t talk so! You're the best
and kindest woman I ever knew!” She
turned defiantly to the others: “Oh, tho
days and nights she coached me, and
rehearsed me—and dfessed me—and
told me how to behave at hotel tables
—and everything! Mon Dieu! Each
night I say a little prayer for Ada
Norman!” She finished softly and
was staring out the window. “Maybe
this town was right in laughing at me
in the old days. I guess I was funny!
And I felt so bitter when I went away.
But sitting here in Mr. Curran’s old
shop, somehow, all that is dead. The
birds singing up the cliff and the smell
of the corn and clover—it's all so
peaceful. I guess I was wrong—
everybody would have been my friend
if I’d have let them. And now life Is
big and beautiful. I almost think peo
ple would be glad to see me—I could
just love the old place!"
Miss Vance glanced out to where her
brother was bringing tho buggy across
the street. Harland, in the doorway,
was listening. But only Mr. Curran
looked abdier. If Aurelie had breathed
a prayer for forgiveness he could not
have stood in more mute reverence.
And suddenly Janet turned to see his
eyfcs. Then she crossed to Aurelie and
lifting the girl’s face, kissed her cheek.
She could not tell what compassion,
what unutterable renunciation, moved
her. Only she knew that to Curran,
Aurelie would ever be the princess
whom he had released from tho
witches’ spell. This was the secret of
his kindling fires, his new and exult
ant life. For Janet there would be the
steadfast work, the long road. She
would still the faint dream of a man’s
love. The other sort of woman, the
primal appeal, would win. Well, she
did not need this love, then.
She left Aurelio in a shy surprise,
and Wiley in wonder at this demon
stration. Janet was not given to it.
He watched her and Arne drive away,
and Harlan cross to the court house.
They were guessing at his madness, it
seemed.
Aurelie decided that she and Miss
Norman would put up at the Parsons
house. She wanted to be seen by Miss
Amelia and to order, with her new air
of the world, the best room and to
comment critically on the sedate Par
sons house dinner. The Parsons fam
ily had kept the Parsons house and
once had entertained Stephen A.
Douglas. Miss Amelia kept the tra
dition as well as the hostelry so that
she had the eminent respect, if not the
patronage, of the best people.
(Continued next week.)
Ourselves and Our Neighbors.
From Woman's World.
Did it ever occur to you that wel
fare of the world depends upon the
relations between you and your neigh
bor? It Is a simple proposition. If you
carry it out to the logical conclusion
you get all the problems of society, dip
lomacy and statesmanship. If you are
at loggerheads with your neighbor, ana
there are enough of you to be at logger
heads with enough neighbors to make
a real showing, the situation assumes
the form of statesmanship, and if you
wish to carry the comparison across
seas, you have the trouble and irrita
tions of international entanglements.
So the relation of neighbor to neighbor
becomes the chief tiling in the world.
You know very well if your neighbor is
faultfinding and surly, your family suf
fers in many ways. There are slights.
There is no happiness in the neigh
borhood. Hard feelings are created.
False competitions are started. You
try to outdo one another, and the fur
ther this is pursued, the worse it is
for everybody. More than one town or
small city goes bankrupt on its absurd
prejudices, when all might be avoided
by proper neighborliness.
United States Exerts Growing.
From the Christian Science Monitor.
It is predicted in high tariff circles, to
be sure, that the December showing is but
the beginning of a great wave of importa
tions from all parts of the world seeking
a share in the trade of the United States
under freer conditions, but It Is well to set
up against this the fact that the export
trade of the United States Is also growing
very rapidly. If the rest of the world may
share In the prosperity of the United
State's through the instrumentality of the
Underwood tariff, this, as indicated by
statistics, is evidently not to prevent the
United States from sharing in the world’s
prosperity. And it will be far better if
prosperity shall be distributed universally
than that any single nation, or group of
nations, should thrive at the expense of
human comfort elsewhere.
Since the advent of the new Ameri
can tariff, writes Consul Fred C. Sla
ter, Sarina, Ont., the entire province
has been scoured for cattle of all kinds,
and because of the good prices offered
many young animals and old cows
have been sold that otherwise might
have been retained.
Feel All Used Up?
Ever feel that you can go no fur
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constant, dead-tired feeling?
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of the kidneys escape attention until
It turns into a case of gravel, dropsy
or Bright’s disease.
Sick kidneys go from bad to worse.
Their useful work of filtering the blood
Is only partly -done. Poisons that
should be passed out with the kidney
secretions are held in the blood, cir
culating freely, attacking muscles,
nerves and vital organs. The kidneys
Inflame, swell and throb, and that is
the cause of sharp pains in the back,
or that dull, constant heavy ache.
For quick Aelp use Doan's Kidney
Pills. No other kidney remedy is used
and recommended so generally. Take
them when you feel the first bad
backache, or see the first disturbance
of the kidney secretions. Doan's have
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"What will help my back?"
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Here's the best of proof—testimony
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DOCTORS’ TREATMENT
FAILED
Colorado Man Telit a Story of Auiful
Suffering.
L. M. Drake, 2S2 Elatl St.. Denver, Colo
says: ”1 wus so bad with kidney complaint
that I thought I was going to die. My feet
were terribly swollen and l couldn’t wear
my shoes. My limbs swelled too and my
heart wasn’t Just right; I often had to gasp
for breath. For months I couldn't work
and I couldn’t hobble a block without sit
ting down to rest. For several days thers
wouldn’t bo a free flow of the kidney secre
tions and the passages were terribly scald
ing. Doctors didn’t help me and one rem
edy after another failed. A relative wrots
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, Rebutting a Libel.
John D. Rockefeller, talking to a
Cleveland clergyman, said one day,
with a whimsical but rather sad
smile:
"From the stories that are told
about my love of money and my disre
gard for humanity you’d think I was
some such monster as the criminal of
the anecdote.
"A judge once said to a terrible
criminal:
" ‘And you actually had the heart to
murder this poor man for a matter of
50 cents!’
“ 'Well, your honor,’ said the crim
inal, with an Injured-innocence air,
‘well, your honor, what do you ex
pect? Fifty cents here and fifty cents
there—It soon mounts up.’ ”
ERUPTION ON ANKLE BURNED
Kingsville, Mo.—"My trouble began
eighteen years ago. Nearly half of
the time there were running sores
around my ankle; sometimes It would
be two years at a time before they
were healed. There were many nights
I did not sleep because of the great
suffering. The sores were deep run
ning ones and so sore that I could not
bear for anything to touch them.
They would burn all the time and
sting like a lot of bees were confined
around my ankle. I could not bear to
scratch It, it was always so sensitive
to the touch. 1 could not let my
clothes touch It. The skin was very
red. I made what I called a cap out
of white felt, blotting paper and soft
white cloth to hold it In shape. This
I wore night and day.
"I tried many remedies for most of
the eighteen years with no effect.
Last summer I sent for some Cuticura
Soap and Ointment. The very first
time I used Cuticura Soap and Oint
ment I gained relief; they relieved the
pain right then. It was three months
from the time I commenced using
Cuticura Soap and Ointment until the
sores were entirely healed. I have
not been troubled since and my ankle
seems perfectly well.’’ (Signed) Mrs.
Charles E. Brooke, Oct. 22, 1912.
Cuticura Soap and Ointment sold
throughout the world. Sample of each
free,with 32-p. Skin Book. Address post
card "Cuticura, Dept. L, Boston.”—Adv.
Father's Surprise.
Widower (to his little daughter,
aged ten)—Dora, do you know that Su
sanne, our housekeeper, is going to be
married?
Dora—Oh, I’m so^lad we’re getting
rid of the old pelican! Won’t It be
jolly? But who is going to marry her?
Father—Well, I am.
DRUG HOUSE ENJOINED
BY FEDERAL COURT
Judge Jeremiah Neterer, of the
United States district court, to-day
granted a permanent injunction in be
half of the Centaur Company of New
York, the manufacturers of Fletcher’s
Castoria, against the Stewart &
Holmes Drug Company of this city.
The controversy arose from the sim
ulating of the labels of this well-known
preparation, and from the evidence
filed In the case it was shown that the
Infringing label was first discovered
on sale In Honolulu, and was traced to
Its origin here in Seattle.
The defendant company is one of
the oldest and largest concerns of its
kind in the Northwest.
The decree carries with it an order
that the Stewart & Holmes Company
recall the goods which are on the mar
ket under the infringing label, and to
pay all costs In the suit and damages
assessed at $400.—Seattle, Wash.,
“Times.”—Adv.
In Dire Disgrace.
"What's the matter?”
“I’m In disgrace with my wife.”
“What about?”
“She sent me down town to match
some hair. I got Borne like the sales
lady’s. I thought it was prettier.”—
Washington Herald.
Queer Sort.
“What bent has this young man In
the drama?"
“Straight work."
Take care of the pennies and the
dollars will take care—of your heirs. ^
HAD TOLD THE EXACT TRUTH
Lecture’s “Outpouring" Was Just as
Had Been Stated in His Letter
of Recommendation.
A lecturer went to Yonkerk with a
letter to a Yonkers citizeu from a
man in New Rochelle and succeeded
in getting an engagement. His.three
hour lecture proved dull, dry and un
interesting. Next day Mr. Yonkers
met Mr. New Rochelle.
"What did yon mean?" asked Yonk
ers, “by recommending that lemon
lecturer?”
“I didn’t recommend him.”
“Well, I JuBt guess jou did. I’ve
got your letter right here in my
pocket.”
“Better read it over again—care
fully.”
Mr. Yonkers did. It was purposely
noncommittal:
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