People's voice. [volume] (Wellington, Sumner County, Kansas) 1890-1917, 1894-06-28
interest in my welfare, but l guess l
will Stay with the sheen"

ASo1 Al my NClAdAC, OuL ucSo
will stay with the sheep"
you ought to know the best course
to pursue, but l don't like to see YOU
throw yourself away. Going to stay
till after the Fourth?"
"Yes; l came down to celebrate.
Going to have a good time?" l in.
quired.
BILL, you will hear couple of good
speeches. The mayor told me he was
getting up dandy grafton, and he
is going to spring a surprise on the
people. Well, must make my round.
They are trying to kick up row over
to Kelsey's, but l will make 1T warm
for them if they do" he said, walking
away.
On che morning Of the glorious
Fourth the booming Of the black.
smiths anvil and the prolonged yells
of Young America aroused me from a
profound slumber and filled my soul
with patriotism. l hurriedly donned
my pants and socks and passed through
my bedroom window on TO the roof Of
the stoop. the better to see the throng
around the anvil.
He must be an officer of some kind,
to judge by his uniform"
Wonder if that's the latest style Of
doing hair?"
Maybe he is going to deliver an ora.
ton"
These remarks were followed by a
giggle. wondered where the speak.
ers were, and to whom they had ref.
erence Turning my head, | saw four
young ladies, dressed for the days
sport standing on the roof of the
Stoop of the adjoining house, not
twenty feet from me l fell backward
through the window, my patriotism
all gone.
"Who lives next door, aunt?r Iasked
at breakfast.
Daniel Craig. His daughter Susie
was over to see me this morning, be-
fore you came down. She has beer
away and only returned last night.
will take you over and introduce you,
she replied.
I'VE will wait until after dinner"
said, fully determined not to come
near the house again until late bed
time.
When | reached the street Jerky
was busily engaged forming the pro
cession. The mayor and the orator o
the day headed the procession
The mayor sat astride of a large
white mule, who occasionally whiskeC
his tail o. sarcastically pointed one
ear forward when a fire cracker burs
with unusual violence in his immedi
ate vicinity. The mayor was attireC
in his Sunday suit, aud wore a long
fierce mustache. His signet of Office
dangled at his hip, full grown Colt.
revolver.
The orator of the day was mounted
on a clay-colored broneho, who could
hardly keep two feet on the ground a
time, so nervous had she become
over so much noise 1t required al
the riders attention to keep her in tht
street So arduous were his effort.
that the sweat was dropping from hi,
nose.
When Jerky at last gave the word t.
march, Gend in the crowd threw E
bunch of lighted crackers between tn,
mule and the mare. They began ex
ploding like volley of musketry. anC
the dust began to roll up. The mare
with terrified snort, flew across tn,
town site and into the timber, out o
view. The mule Strengthened up. and
turning his head, surveyed the dus
and fire, and started in the opposit,
direction.
Whoa, jerry" yelled the mayor; bu
Jerry did not whoa" and was sool
out of sight
The crowd howled and swung thei
hats Jerky spurred his horse to tn,
front and held up his hand.
"Fellow-eitizens," he proclaimed
I'VE will not follow the leaders bu
keep right up the street to the grounds
Music by the glee club. March," h
yelled.
There were ladies and gentlemen Of
horseback, in wagons, and on foot.