Evening journal., 1900-07-14
A Story Of Kennett

A Story Of Kennett
One of the staunch supporters of
Bryan and Free Silver in Kennett
Square is Isaac Pyle. The renomina-
tion of the Nebraskan and the reaffir-
nation Of the 16 to l plank this year
has brought to the knowledge Of the
Wayfarer an amusing incident of four
years ago, which never has been pub
lished.
Mr. Pyle decided to throw out a flag
with the banner
BRYAN AND FREE SILVER
at the bottom of it.
So he went to a friend Of his-a
druggist-who could letter fairly well,
and asked him to paint the banner for
him. He consented. although a Sound
Money Knight of the Mortar and Pestle.
When he had concluded his work and
displayed 1t to Mr.. Pyle it read
BRYAN AND FREE SILVER
Nit.
What does the Nit mean?" in
quired Mr.. Pyle, who was not versed
in slang.
"Oh, nothing in particular" said the
druggist. Every artist has his sigma
ture and mine is Nit"
81 see" responded Mr. Pyle, and he
went off and flung his flag to the
breeze.
At first the public was amazed. but
the word was passed along the line.
and amazement gave way to amuse-
ment.
In two or three days some friend tod
Mr. Pyle what a fool the druggist had
made Of him. and he took the banner
down and did away with the artists
signature"
Tragedy in the Park
1t was night. The electric lights
which make Brandywine Springs Park
such a fairyland from sundown until
the mystic hour of u had been eXtin-
guished. The several concessionaires
had closed up their places for the night
and gone home. Deep silence reignCd,
broken at long intervals by the croak-
ing OF frogs on the margin of Lake
Washington, and the screech Of an owl
in tree on Howe Island.
Nothing else stirred save John
Lemon, one Of the park guards OF re-
cent creation. This short, stout, fine
looking, good-hearted, quick-tempered
and excitable son Of sunny Italy was
abroad in the land. armed to the teeth
and guarding the property of the VIII.
mington and Brandywine Springs Rail-
way Company from the midnight
marauder
With the stealth of a cat Park Guard
Lemon moved. Every faculty was alert
to the sense Of impending danger. Sud
denly he stopped. At the end of the
car shed near the pony track he saw q
big, bewhiskered ruffian. To the star
tied gaze of Park Guard Lemon he look
ed sixteen feet tall and eleven feet
across the shoulders II was no time
to falter.
Who are you? Answer. or I shoot,"
he said, his voice trembling with
emotion.
There was no response.
Park Guard Lemon cooked his revol-
yer.
God pity his wife and poor little
children he said as he took aim and
pulled the trigger.
There was a flash. a report and the
park guard expected to hear an ago
nizing cry and to see the burly in
truder pitch forward on his face and
tear up two or three planks in his
death thrOes. But when the smoke
cleared away there stood the bewhis.
kered villain. He had grown about
ten feet and to Park Guard Lemons
strained vision looked as big as the
gable end of a barn.
There were two more reports in quick
succession and then the park guard
rushed in
He found that he had shot three
times at the sheetiron figure of a man
which n. Snellenburg & Co., had fas.
tened to one Of the car-shed posts with
iron bands for advertising purposes.
Then he felt foolish. He regretted
his ammunition and his expression O
sympathy for the sheetiron man.
widow and children. But the bravest
thing ne did was to tell his friends al
about it next morning so that they
could have a great deal Of fun at hi
expense.