The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1895-02-28

seem to go to the right spot. Now, i
you'd just sing something that eal
some chune to it, that nd be Differed.
The noise of the drinking and pay
irG began again, and Henderson saw
that he was losing the advantage hi
had gained. In a moment he raised
his ponderous voice once more and be
gan:
l will sing you a song of that beautiful land,
The faraway home OF the soul.
Where no storms ever beat on that glitterinl
strand,
While the years of eternity roll
Again at the first note all eyes wIerl
turned toward him and all games wIer,
suspended. BY the time he had reached
That Interchangeable home is for you
and for me-" many of the cards had
been laid face downward on the table,
The attention was breathless. BY th&
time he had reached "Oh, how sweet IA.
will be, in that beautiful land, to nj
one another again, many of the pl /.
erS were in tears. AS the song d !.
cluded with the repetition: ITO m !.
one another again" one old wood i
legged fellow in the corner broke i 4
a perfect storm of sobbing. He IA
heard Henderson as he sang. but pro !
ably he had also heard in fancy Mo
voice of a mother. as she had sung 4
same song for him in his infancy.
Here, pardner," shouted some <
you sung something TIL u
la fi+e,--se>--..scv,-,'- ---A ,ssr-
L~Jh a moment the hat went rouf
| and over fifty dollars was taken into
Thanks, gentlemen" said Hende4
son. There's to be a funeral and
burying out at the graveyard at A
o'clock tomorrow evening. l with
you'd all come
viii you sing that same song or
us again?' shouted some one.
Certainly, if you wish it.
Then, you bet there'll be a crowd
out"
The next morning Henderson, lok-
ing rather pale, walked into the lar
room and asked credit for a pin Of
whisky.
Credit! Great guns! What vent
with all that cash you took in asst
night?"
You didn't think l was begging for
myself. did you? That went TO pa for
the little girls coffin and fueral
things"
We'll, l will" The barkeeper sared
at him moment in amazement
mo, KANT credit you no more but
I'll tell you what I'll do I'll Civ you
five dollars and all the whisky va can
drink to-day if you'll promise neer to
sing that darned song nor nothin' else
like it within earshot of my plac here
no more.
why don't you want me t. sing
here?''
why don't 1? That's fine QUESTION
for you to ask. You nearly bused up
the whole outfit last night. man
can't sell whisky to do no good when
such singin' as that is goin' on The
fellers played out the game thy was
on last night, and then they mostly
pulled for home. One darned fool got
so tore up that he laid his cards down
face up. What do you think about
that, now? b'leeve if you was t. Sing
once dav for a month, the whole -
goned town wtS ungote prohsbitA :
That evening az immense crowd at
tended the burying, but it did moi
have the pleasure of hearing Hender'
son sing. He was mot there at the
time; he was in the back room Of the
saloon, dead drunk
Henderson must have had high ideas
as to the dignity of his art, for he
could never be prevailed on to use it
for his own pecuniary advantages He
could easily have made in this way the
money to settle his board bill, but he
resolutely refused to do SO. Accord.
ingly, no one blamed Mr.. Bilbo when
his patience gave out, and he finally
attached Henderson trunk and books
and had them sold to satisfy his board
bill. One might be lenient with a good
man in distress, but with drunken
scamp. who could pay if he would, the
case is different. Accordingly, the
| goods were sold. as has been described
He left Belcherville before the day
of the sale. Nobody ever heard of hin
again until one day when it was
learned that he was living at Pinhook
a little hamlet off the railroad, some
| forty miles west of here. How he man
aged to live there | do not know; no
body seems to know, except that h'
hung around the saloon at that place ;
great deal Nobody in Pinhook eve
heard him sing until the night of thu
18th Of last February. 1t was the wors
| blizzard of the winter. That evening
he had got little drunken than usual
and had been elected from the saloon
with the command never to return
That night. as the players sat in thu
well-warmed barroom and listened t.
the storm rage outside. they heard
powerful bass voice borne down on tn
night wind in song. Again, from yh
! few words that the hearers eeal3 rs
tinguish, think it must have been: Z.
show you mystery; we shall not al
sleep, but we shall all be changed"
''Confound!' CALCULATED one of tn,
players, emphatically. That fellow
got fine voice. It's pity he amt 90
sense enough to select better chune
and a better place to sing it. Hell
freeze to death out there"
The sand and sleet ratified in sheet