The Minneapolis journal., 1902-08-20
The Gentleman From Indiana
BY BOOTH T4RKlVGToN
Copyright by Doubleday & Mcclure Co., 1899.
Chaptcr XIV.-COntin t in u c d.

Chapter XIV.-Continued.
But policy and labor did not end at twilight
every day; there were evenings, as in the time
Of Harkless, when lamps shone from the
upper windows of the Herald building For
the little editor worked hard. and sometimes
she worked late; she always worked early.
She made some mistakes at first. and one or
two blunders which she took more seriously
than any one else did. But she found a rem
edy for all such results Of her inexperience,
and she developed experience. She set at her
task with the energy of her youthfuness and
limit to her ambition. and she felt that
Harkless had prepared the way, for wide
expansion of the papers interests; wider than
he knew. She had belief that there were
possibilities for a country newspaper, and she
brought fresh point of view to operate in a
situation where Harkless had fallen. perhaps,
too much in the rut; and she watched every
chance with a keen eye and looked ahead Of
her with clear foresight. What she waited
and yearned for and dread was the time when
a copy Of the Herald should be placed
In the trembling hands of the man who lay in
the Rouen hospital. Then, she felt. IT, he,
unaware Of her identity, should place every
thing in her hands unreservedy, that would
te tribute to her work-and how hard she
would labor to deserve it! After time, she
began to realize that, as his representative
and the editor of the Herald, she had become
factor in district politics. 1t took her breath
but with gasp of delight, for there was
something she wanted to do
Above all, she brought light heart to her
work. One evening in the latter part OF that
first week Of the new regime, Parker perceived
Bud Tipworthy standing in the doorway of the
printing room, beckoning him silently to come
without Y-,~I~ -
Whats the matter, Buddie?" -
Listen. She's singin' over her wor, X"
Parker stepped outside. On the pavement,
people had stopped to listen; they stood in
tho shadow looking up with parted lips at
| the open, lighted windows, whence came a
! clear. soft, reaching voice, lifted in song;
| now 1t sweled louder, unconseiously; now
| Its volume was more slender and it melted
liquidly into the night; again, it trembled and
rose and dwelt in the ear, strong and pure;
| and, hearing it, you sighed with unknown
| longings 1t was the ANGELS Serenade"
| Bud Tipworthys sister, Cynthia, was with
| him. and Parker that she turned from
| the window and that she was crying, quietly;
! she put her hand the boys shoulder and
| patted it with a forlorn gesture which, to
| the foreman's eye, was as graceful as it was
sad. He moved closer to Bud and his big
| hand fell on Cynthias brothers other shoul-
! der, he realized that red hair could look
| pretty sometimes; and he wondered why the
| editors singing made Cynthy cry: and at the
| same time he decided to be mighty good to
| Bud henceforth. The spell of night and song
| was on him; that and something more; for it
| Is a strange, inexplicable fact that the most
practical chief ever known to the Herald had
singular sentimental influence over her sub
| ordnates, from the moment of her arrival.
| Under Harkless' domination there had been
| no more steadfast bachelors in Carlow than
Ross Schofield and Caleb Parker, and, like
timorous youths in a graveyard daring and
mr. tha o<h1Sf in nr6o to thajr
own fears, they had jibed and jeered at
the married state that there talk OF
| urging the minister to preach at them; but
now let it he recorded that at the moment
| Caleb laid his hand on Buds other shoulder.
| his associate, Mr.. Schofeld, was enjoying a
walk in the far end of the town with wild
ow, and it is not to be doubted that Mr.. Tip
! worthy's heart, also, was no longer in his
| possession, though as it was after o'clock
the damsel of his desire had probably: long
| since retired to her couch. y
! For some faint light on the cause Of these
| the invaluable Mr. Martin some time after
| ward. Referring to the lady to whose voice
I he was now listening in silence (Which shows
! how great the enthralling of her voice was,
! he said: when you saw her, or heard her
| or managed to be around any, where she was
! why. If you couldn't git up no hope Of mar
ryin her. you wanted to marry somebody"
in front of the lighted windows and listened
with others Presently he leaned from biz
horse and whispered to a man near him; :
| II know that song Il,
do you?" whispered the other. o,
"Yes; he and I heard her sing 1t the nigh
he was shot,
| "So."
Eyes, sir It's by Beethoven"
''Is it?'
Its a seraphic song,' continued Lige.
mol" exclaimed his friend; then, shaking
his head, he sighed; We'll, it's might,
sweet"
The song was suddenly woven into ghte
in the unseen chamber, and the lights in tho
windows went out, and a small lady and
tall lady and a thin old man, all three laugh
ing and talking happily, came down ant
} drove off in the Briscoe blackboard. The lit
tie crowd dispersed quietly; Ltge Willett:
clucked to his horse and cantered away tt
; overtake the buckboard; William Todd tool
| his courage between his teeth, and thu
song ringing in his ears, made desperat,
resolve to call upon Miss Bardlock tina
J evening, in spite of its being a week day
and Caleb Parker gently and stammeringl!
asked Cyntha If she would wait till h
shut up the shop, and let him walk home will
her and Bud.
there was naught but peace under the bil
stars Of July.
That day the news had come that Hark
less, after weeks of alternate improvement
, and relapse, hazardously lingering in tn
, borderland of shadows, had passed the crucia
, point and was convalescent. His recover
l was assured But from their first word o
him, from the message that he was roun
and was alive, none Of the people Of Carlo'
= had really doubted it. They simple coun
try people, and they know that God Is good