The Minneapolis journal., 1902-08-01
The Gentleman From Indiana
BY BOOTH T4RklNGTON
Copyright by Doubleday & Mcclure Co., 1900.
20, my Lawd," said the colored man.
pray you listen at dat!"

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20, my Lawd," said the colored man, II |
pray you listen at dat!'
Soldiers marching up the street,
They keep the timer set % !:s22s%$,5l
They look .sublilne.# sSS3J|E5@ III, 34%$ssl
Hear them playable Wach am .Rhelnt ffasj
They call them Schnelder,s Band. ~ l
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The length Of Main street and all the
Square resounded with the rattle of vehicles
Of every kind Since earliest dawn they had
! been pouring into the village, long process
sion on every country road. There were great
red and blue farm wagons, drawn by splen
did Clydesdales: the elders OF the family on
the front seat and on boards laid from side
to side In front, or on chairs placed close
behind, while, in the deep beds back OF these,
children tumbled in the straw, or peepei
over the sides, rosy-cheeked and laughing,
eyes alight with blssful anticipations. There
were more pretentious two-seated cut-unders
and stout buckboards. loaded down with mer-
ry-makers, four on q seat meant for two:
| there were rattle-trap phaetons and comfort
able carry alls drawn by steady spans; and,
now and then, mule teams bringing happy
| negroes. ready to squander all on the first
Georgia watermelons and cider. Eyery We
hicle contained heaping baskets Of good things
to eat (the previous night had been woeful
Bartholomew for chickens) and underneath,
where the dogs paced faithfully, swung buck
innumerable trotted close to the maternal
| tanks, viewing the world with their big new
! eyes In frisky surprise.
Here and there the trim side-bar buggy
| of some prosperous farmers son, escorting
his sweetheart, flashed along the road. the
young mare stepping out in pride OF blood
| to pass the line OF wagons, the youth who
| held the reins, "resplendent in Sunday best
and even better, his scorched brown face
| glowing with a fine belief in the superiority
| Of both his steed and his lady; the latter
| beanling out upon life and rejoicing in the
| light-blue ribbons on her hat, the hght-blue
| ribbon around her waist, the light-blue, silk
| half -mittens on her hands, and the beauu-
| full red coral necklace about her neck and
red coral buttons that fastened her gown IN
| tho back.
| The air was full Of exhlaration; everybody
was laughing and shouting and calling greet
| ings; for Carlow county was turning out,
and from far and near the country people
came nay, from over the county line, clouds.
Of dust rising from every thoroughfare and
| highway, and sweeping into town to herald
| their coming.
Dibb Zane, the "sprinkling contractor had
| been at work with the town water cart since
| the morning stars were bright, but he might
! as we'll have watered the streets with his
tears, which, indeed, when the farmers be-
gan to come in, bringing their cyclones of
dust, he drew nigh unto, after spell Of pro-
family as futile as hts cart.
! "Tief vie das Nicer soil define Liebe seln,
hummed the editor in the cottage. His
song had taken on a reflective tone as that
of one who cons a problem, or musically
ponders which card to play. He was kneel-
ing before an old trunk in his bed-chamb per.
From one compartment he took neatly
folded pair Of duck trousers and a light gray
tweed coat; from another, straw hat with
ribbon OF bright colors. They had lain in
the trunk a long time undisturbed; and he
examined them musingly. He shook the coat
and brushed it; then he laid the garments
upon his bed, and proceeded to shave HIM
self carefully, after which he donned the
white trousers the gray coat, and, Tummag
ing in the trunk again, found gay pink
cravat which he fastened about his tall collar
| (also resurrection from the trunk with a
pearl pin. After that ho had q long, solemn
time arranging his hair with a. pair OF
brushes When at last he was suited, and
his dressing completed, he sailed forth to
breakfast.
sxenophon stared after him! as he went seut
of the gate whistling heartily. The old darky
lifted his hands, palms outward.
Ian name, who dat!" he exclaimed
+ aloud. "Who dat in dem pan-jngeries? He
) tine' de circus?" His hands fell upon his
knees, and he got to his feet rheumaticaly
shaking his head with foreboding. Honey
honey, hit bald luck, bald luck sing 70
breakfus. Trouble TO de day be done
Trouble, honey, gre't trouble Bald luck
bald luck!'
9 Along the square the passing Of the editor
= in his cool equipment evoked some gasps O.
Y astonishment; and Mr. Tihbs and his sister
q rushed from the postotf1ce to stare after him
i HE looks Just beautiful, Solomon sait
e Miss Tibbs.
q "But what's the name for them kind o
= clothes?" inquired her brother. Seems t.
d me there's g. special way of calm 'em
t Seems as If see picture Of 'em, some
It where's Wasn't it on the cover OF that ther
n long-tenns box we bought and put IN tn
: window, and the country people thought
g was a seining outflt?'
1T was a. game, the catalogue said,' Oh
o served Miss Selma. Wasn't it?'
u "It was mighty pore investment tn
postmaster answered.
AS Harkless approached the hotel, de
crenit old man, in vast straw hat and
linen duster much too large for him, cam
e haltingly forward to meet him. He wa
. Widow Woman Wimby's husband. And, q
- did every one else,- he spoke, Of his wifi
by the name of her former marital com
to panion.
J. "Be'n a-lookin' fer you, Mr.. Harkless," h
j. said in a shaking spindle OF voice, as plain
lv tive as his pale little eyes. Mother Windy
as she sent some roses to ye. Cynthy's hxlr
i em on yer table. I'm well as ever am
,e but her, she's too complaining to come In fe
s. show-day. This morning, early, we see som
2 the Cross Roads folks pass the place toward
~ town. an she sent me in to tell ye. Oh,
d, knowed ye'd laugh. Says she, He's too muc
of man to be skeered,' says she these her
Is tall, big men always low nothin' on earth XII
ed hurt en-, says she, ,.but you tell him to
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