The Minneapolis journal., 1902-08-02

glasses IN tnelr outer nanos-Sucn are tue |
sacrifices demanded by etiquette. But, OBJ
serving the gracious outpouring OF fortune
upon the rustic with the rare accent, youth
In a green tie disengaged his arm-for the
first time in two hours-from that of a girl
upon whose finger there shone ring, sump-
tuous and golden, and, conducting her to a
corner of the yard, bade her remain there
until he returned. He had to speak to Hart
ley Bowlder, he explained.
Then he plunged, red-faced and excited,
into the circle about the shell manipulators,
and offered to lay wager.
Hol on there, Hen Fentriss,'' thickly OBJ
jected flushed young man beside him,
''iss my turn"
"1'm first Hartley returned the other
You can hold yer hosses minute,
reckon"
PLENTY fer each and all, chents," inter-
rupted one OF the shell-men. place yer
spondulicks on de little ball. WITCH Is de
next lucky one to win our money? Chent
bets four sixty-hve he seen de little ball go
under de middle SHE'LL Up she comes! DIS
time we wins; Plattville can't win every time.
Who's de next chent?"
Fentriss edged slowly out Of the circle,
abashed, and with rapidly whitening cheeks.
He paused for moment, outside, slowly
realizing that all his money had gone in one
Wild blind whirl-the money he had earned
80 hard and saved SO hard, to make holiday
for his sweetheart and himself. He stole one
glance around the building to where patient
figure waited for him. Then he fed down
side alley and soon was out upon the country
road. tramping soddenly homeward through
the dust, his chin sunk in his breast and
his hands clenched tight at his sides. Now
and then he stopped and bitterly hurled
stone at piping bird on a fence, or gay
Bob White I'm the fields. At noon the patient
figure was still waiting in the corner OF the
courthouse yard, meekly twisting the golden
ring upon her finger.
But the flushed young man who had spoken
thickly to her deserter drew an envied roll
of bank bills from his pocket and began to
bet with tipsy caution, while the circle about
the gamblers watched with fervid, interest,
especially Mr.. Bradlock, town marshal.
/, From far up amin street came the cry,
"shes comm! She's a-conlin!' and, this
announcement Of the parade proving only
one of dozen false alarms. a arthousand
discussions took place over old-fashioned
silver ftrnepieces to. when "she' was
really due. Schohelds' Henry was much ap-
pealed to as an arbiter in these discussions.
from a sense of his having good deal to do
with time in general sort of way; and thus
Schoflelds' came to be reminded that it was
getting on toward 10 O'Clock, whereas. in the
excitement OF festival, he had not yet struck
9. This, rushing forthwith to do. he did:
and, in the elation of the moment, seven or
eight besides. Miss Helen Sherwood was
looking down on the mass Of shifting color
from q second-story wndow-whither many
| an eye was upturned in wonderland she had
the pleasure Of see Schofelds' emerge on the
steps beneath her, when the bells had done,
and heard the cheers Qed by Mr.. Martin) with
which the laughing crowd greeted his ap-
pearance after the performance of his feat.
She turned beamingly to Harkless. what
family it is!'' she laughed. Just one big,
jolly family. didn't know people could be
like this until to Plattville.'
THAT Is the word for It," he answered,
resting his hand on the easement beside her.
II used to think 1t was desolate, but that
was long ago." He leaned from the window
| to look down. In his dark cheek was glow
Carlow folk had never seen there; and some
| how he seemed less thin and tired; indeed,
he did not seem tired at all, by far the con-
trary; and he carried himself upright (when
| he WAS not STOPPING to see under the hat),
| though not as If he thought about 1t. u
believe they are the best people I know
he went on, perhaps 1t Is because they
| have been so kind to me; but they are kind
to each other, too; kind, good people"
| Il know" she said, nodding-a flower on
the gauzy hat set to vibrating in tantlizine
way. II know. There are fat women who
rock and rock on piazzas by the sea, ant
they speak OF country people as the lower
classes How happy this big family is il
not knowing it is the lower classes!"
1--WE haven't read Nordau down here" sait
John. "Old Tom Martins favorite work ii
The Descent of Man, Miss Tibbs admire
Tupper, and 'Beulah,' and some Of US posses
the works of E. P. Roe-and why not?'
Eyes; what of it, she returned "since yo,
escape Nordau? / think the conversation ".
hear from the other windows is as amusinl
and quite as loud most of that hear II
Rouen during the winter; and Rouen, 20,
know, is just like any other big place now
adays, though suppose there are Philadel
phians, for instance, who would be slow t
believe a statement like that
"Oh, but they are not all OF philadelphia
-" He left the sentence, smilingly.
And yet somebody said, The further ives
, travel the more convinced I am the wis
men came from the east"
, "Yes." he answered. From is the i'm
portant word in that"
''It was girl from Southeast Cotton
bridge, Mass said Helen, "wh
heard I was from Indiana and aske
me If didn't hate to live so ia
away from things There was a paus
, while she leaned out Of the window with he
face aside from him. Then she remarke
, carelessly: Il met her at Winter Harbor."
"Do you go to Winter Harbor?" he asked
I'VE have gone there every summer unit
! this one, for years. Have you friends WI
go there?''
= Il had--once There was a classmate
mine from Rouen-"
G What was his name? Perhaps I kno
4 him." She stole a glance at him. His fax
a had fallen into sad lines, and he looked Ill
81 the man who had como up the aisle with tt
Hon. Hedge Holloway. A fow moments b.
fore he had seemed another person entirely.
Hes forgotten me, dare say. I haven
seen him for seven years, and that's lor
O time, you know. Besides, he's out In tt
world where remembering is harder. He
r in Plattville we don't forget"
q Were you ever at Winter Harborf"
r II was-once. spent very happy dt
t there long ago. when you must have been
. little girl. Were you there in"
"a "Llsten!'' she cried. The procession
It coming Look at the crowd!'' The para
!? had seized psychological moment.
r, There was a fanfare of trumpets In t
y east Lines Of people rushed for the stree
70 and, as one looked down on the straw ha
q and sunbonnets and many kinds OF fin
J. head apparel, tossing forward, they seem
% like surf sweeping up the long beaches
- She WAS coming at last. The boys whoop
~ in the middle OF the street; some tossed tht
y, arms to heaven, others expressed their EN-
tton by somersaults; those, most deer
- moved walked on their hands In the d
y, =. tance one saw, over the heads OF the mul
" tude, tossing banners and the moving cres
=. of triumphal cars, where cohorts were shi
~ ing IN purple and gold.' She was comir