The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1899-10-29
The Gentleman
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4 Stirring Tale.
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C0rlDaNi.
ta.e Of our own country and our own
times. There are no princesses, no foreign
cline nor by my hali6om;' not the
ghost OF a problem, can be read oy -1e
| most pruiisla girl; the hero Is hotAhs
more exalted than 3 young American e1i-
tor running a newspaper IN country
town: the scene Is laid in Indiana, ana yer
II is a story full az adventure that S'iS
the blood and love that NETS the heart.
II is told by one who knows and loves the
land where ne was born. The country pco-
pie live in his pages, not as eccentric speak
ers O. dialect, but. By the magic o. MS
lightly humorous touch, are friends that
Will i've in the memory
Sehodelds Henry rings the court house
bel. at the village Of Plaitsviile 10 marx
the flying hours.
THE hrs, four strokes were given
with mechanical regularity. the pride
of the custodian. But the
fifth and sixth strokes were hating
achievements, as, after ocioch. ne
often lost count in the strain OF the
effort for precise imitation, There was
a pause after the sixth. then duhi-
Gus and reluctant stroke-seyen-a
longer pause followed by a final ring,
with desperate decision-eigat: Hark-
less looked at his watch: it Was twenty
minutes 10 g.
In the dining room OF the Pa.ace hotel
Mr.. Martin, the village Wit, holds forth
about the beIiringer.
''Schofeid seemed to be kind of put
out with NE this evening" he remark
ed. addressing himself 10 the company.
Hes the most ungratefullest cuss I
ever come up with. I was only oratin'
on how proud the city ought 70 be OF
him. He fairly keeps Platisviilc'S
spor:in' spirit on the cog; die out
wasn't for him. There's ben more
money laid on him whether he'll strike
over and above the hour, or under and
below. or whether he'll strike fifteen
minutes before time or twenty after:
then-weil. sir. we'd all forgit the Ian
guage IL i: wasn't for Schofield's bell
10 keep Us talking; that's my claim.
Dull DAYS think Of the talk he fur
nishes all over town. Think what he's
done To promote conversation. Now.
for instance, Anna Belle Bardlock's
got beau, they say" Here cid Tom
tilted back in his chair and turned an
innocent eye upon a youth across the
table, young William Todd. who WAS
blushing over his grddle cakes And
hear he's Il good deal scared Of Anna
Belle and not just what you might call
hrash with her. They say every Sum
day night he'll go up 10 Bardlocks
and call on Anna Belle from half-past 6
TO ,. and when he's got into his chair
he sits and looks at the floor and the
crayon portraits TIL about :. then he
"Opens his trembin' li.is and says:
Reckon Schoaeld must be on his way
to the court house by this tirneo' And
about an hour later. when Schofieid
hits four or five. he'll speak up again:
Say. l reckon he means eight Long
towards o'clock they say he skews
around In hts chair and says: Wonder
II he'll strike before time or after and
Anna Belle answers out loud, I hope
after for poli,eness. bu, In her soul
she gays, L pray BEFORE and then
Schofield hits her up for eighteen or
twenty. and Anna Bellies company
reaches for his hat. Three Sundays ago
he turned around before he went out
and said. DO you Ike apple baitter2'
but never waited TO find out It's the
same programme every Sunday even
Ing ana Jim BardioCk says Anna Relies
SO worn out you wouldn't hardly know
her for the blitbe creature she was
last year-the excitemcnts ben too
much for herr
Another character is best described In
the authors own words:
Mrs. Windy was widow. wbo
owned comfortable farm, and she had
refused every offer OF the neighborlns
eligible bachelors 10 share It. How
ever, vdsahonding tinker won her
Heart. anu after their marriage she con-
Tor so complete vas the br!degroorn's
insigniilcaace that il extended IN h,s
name which proved quite unremember-
able, and he was usually called Wilder
woman Wimby's husband or more
simply Mr.. Windy"
The love story. so fervid and sincere. Sd
tender and Kind and true, IS second onlv
10 Meredith The author even .iares tn
poke finn at HIS hero and .he reader smiles
but with mois;enei eye He begins with
a light touch John Harkicss had long
known himself for sentfmeutallat. ha
had almost given up trying 10 cure him
self And he knew himself FOR a horn
lover, he Ind always been In love with
some one In his earlier youth his aTec-
lions had been so constantly iucons,an,
thet ne fnaliy came 70 settle with his
self-rcspect by recognizing IN himself a
me cons'ancy that worshlpcd one woman,
aiways-it was oliy the shifting image ~
her that changed Somewhere me dream
ed. whlmsleally indulgent OF the fancy
yet knocking himself for 10 there was n
glri whom nc had never seen. who waited
ttil ne shall come. She WAS everything
Until he found her he could not HIN
adorng others who Possessed Nttle pieces
ana suggestions az her-hnr hriilianey. her
courage. her snort upper lp. "curled Ike
roHe leaf" or her dear voice or her rt,~.
profile He had no recollection Of any lafv
who had quite her eyes
IN the village OF PiattsvIlle the :; =
man has boldly fought he White "a i.
smaH community % rough charsr.r-s
VINO were terror 90 the community. a.d
ge'S eight of them sent ~ the u4pl.nr-
nary HE ia Indifferent to their threats Of
vengeance. William To1d ana ether hon
est country youths take turns following
the young editor about In offer their uro-
lection in case OF danger. One qtiet moon
Hight night as John Harklesy goes 10 Judge
Bflscoes somewhat reluctantly 20 f,a, a
FORMAL call upon q stranger. y3,ing ls5v
WHO IS visiting Mss Minnie BriScne he
Ia shot a. from behind a fence hv .hs
White caps "As his tall figure stood
O.. plainly In the bright light against The
~h!fe fus'. gresk o. fro leaped fror1 the.
elder blossoms and there rang on. the
sharp report % a rife There were fwa
screams from the verania One white
rFrre ran into IRE house TIE other n
Nttls enc vith gauzy wrap streaming b.
hind came Hviug out Into the mont s.~.-
sfTa}sA 70 Ts-k.sz. There was A EAconA
reIoFt the rife zho; xas answered ~
! revolver william TodI had risen ~