Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1896-10-29

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home life Of the McKinleys, Canton
L itself cannot be ignored, for this pref
~ and lively place has of late turned itself
practically into a generous habitation for
the Major and his family, their friends,
and the thousands upon thousands that
troop in daily to do them homage.
The town itself, one of broad streets.
wide-spreading shade trees, green lawns
and tasteful homes. Of substantial schools
and public buildings, numerous business
blocks and fine churches, seems perpetu-
ally en fete. Flags, banners, red, white
and blue bunting. and gorgeous japanese
lanterns fly from every building, swing
across the roads, enliven the shop VIM
dows, and hang from the house doorways.
Pictures, posters and Autographs of the
presidential candidate are displayed on
almost every building, and great good ma
ture prevails. No matter. what their
creed, race or politics may be, the citi-
Gems generally unite in honoring their be-
loved neighbor and townsman.
When the Major drives out, as he does
almost every afternoon, Dick, the big
black horse and the comfortable carryall
are scarcely in sight before there is q
general rush to salute the distinguished
driver his wife, who, pale, pretty and
smiling, leans forward to acknowledge
the greetings on every side. Young mat
rons and rosy maids, and there are plenty
of both. wave their handkerchiefs from
the piazzas, and the passers-by call out all
n of cheerful ~salutes. Farmers, as
they rumble home III their wagons, pull
up their horses to shout a God speed. The
train hands and the hackmen, and the
errand boys are quite as hearty in their
way, as the business and professional
mel in their demonstrations.
AS TO the children in Canton they evil
IDENTIFY look upon the Major as their very
" candidate, and they run after the
carriage and under Dicks feet, and wave
their little flags, and foot their little
horns, while tots of even 3 or 4 halloo
right in his face, "Iiurrah for Mckin-
ley" with an air of bon camaraderie
that is intensely amusing.
All the small boys that have dogs, vel
low or otherwise, want to attract the
Majors eye, and get his opinion on their
points, and small girls with their kittens
and their dollies are happily secure of his
profound interest. Every now and then
some child, in its enthusiasm, twists itself
up with Dicks forele2s-"Oh, Major"
gasps Mrs. Mckinley, who is fearful of
an accidentally dear, Dick wouldn't
hurt one of them If they asked him to-
says the Major, as he checks the big fell
low and invites his youthful admirer to
disentangle himself.
The old people summing themselves in
the, open windows, OF ON the cottage
atO0ps, hAve q word or q smile ready.
They are proud Of ''the boy" and they
know his tenderness and veneration for
white hairs. Every now and then the
carriage 10 stopped and q few rosy peach
es Of the late crop, or a basket Of superb
grapes, such grapes as Ohio only can pro-
duce, are handed in. A little child runs
6p with Z bunch Of cleaning saliva, or .
handful Of pink and white asters, q q
colored man presents a rabbits foot, 80
luck" or Z Eanciful spinster contributes
. four-leafed clover, that will insure his
election. Il 10 no wonder that these few
momenta Of fresh air do the Major good,
for he gains renewed assurance that the
people among whom for thirty years he
has dwelt, the mes who know him best Of
Ill, love him most.
E3efore the end Of the afternoon drive
Inc Major turns Dick down q quiet street,
TuscarawaA and drives along until he
Games to Z brown frame cottage, that
seems disposed to shrink into retirement
iunder the broad boughs of friendly trees
and . cloud Of woodbine, glorious in au-
tumnal colors. There is an air Of com-
fort and repose about the place. The
robin on the porch railing regards the
visitors with caImness. The big gray cat
A one corner suns herself, too lazy to
even blink her eyes. Instinct tells one
this 10 the home Of Mother Mckinley. -
fhe people love to call her.
who was his mother?' is the question
nsst asked about q famous a and for
sunate il ~ WIN can in reply point to q
woman like Mrs. Nancy Campbell ALI
aon Mckinley. II you have been told
that Mrs. Mckinley was 81 years OF age,
pou doubt or forget It, for here is no ven
terable dame who receives you seated In
lan armchair and waits for those atten-
Mons that ars the privilege Of old age.
Instead, ron are presented 10 ! lady with
eali, spare ngnte, With III trim waist. and
$3.50 weil NJ standing serect and smiling
4 = cordiaf WelcOnne
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