The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-09-01
The Gentlen1nn From Indiana
BY BOOTH T4RKlNGT0N
Copyright by Doubleday & Mcclure Co., 1899.

the corner of his eye at his daughter,
whose expression was inscrutable.
"I!' cried Helen. Il tell him! No one
must tell him. He need never know it."
Brscoe reached back and patted her
cheek How long do you suppose he
will be here in Plattville without it's
leaking out?"
But they kept guard over him for
months and nobody told him.
"Ah," said Briscoe, but this is differ
emit.
mo. no. no." she. exclaimed. 1T must
be kept from him somehow
He'll know 1t by tomorrow, so you'd
better tell him this evening""
This EVENING""
Yes. You'll have a good chance"
Il will?"
Hes coming to supper with us. He
and your father of course, and Heating
and Bence and Boswell and Smith and
Tom Martin and Lige. We're going to
have big time, with you and Minnie to
do the honors; and we're all coming into
town afterwards for the fireworks; I'll let
him drive you in the phaeton. You'll have
plenty Of time to talk 1t over with him
and tell him all about it,
Helen gave a little gasp. Never she
cried. "Never!''
The blackboard stopped on the Herald
corner. and here, and along Main street,
the line Of vehicles which had followed 1t
from the station took their places. The
square was almost solid mass of bunt-
ing, and the north entrance of the court
house had been decorated with streamers
and flags, so to make 1t sort or
stand. Hither the crowd was already
streaming, and hitler the procession made
it's way. At intervals the cannon doomed
and SchOf1elds' Henry was W1nnoWlng the
air with his bell; nobody had better time
that day than Schofields' Henry, except
| 80 11yff1N "a
sion
In advance. came the boys, whooping
and somersaulting and behind them, rode
a band of mounted men, sitting their
| horses like cavalrymen led by the sheriff
| and his deputy and Jim Bradlock; then
| followed the Harkless Club Of Amo, led by
Boswell, with the magnanimous Holloway
| himself marching In the ranks; and at
| sight Of this the people shouted like mad
| men. But when Helen's eye fell upon his
| fat, rather unhappy hace, she felt pang
| Of pity and unreasoning remorse, which
| warned her that he who looks upon poll
! tics when it Is red must steel his eyes
| to see many a great man with the heart
| burn. After the men Of Arno. came the
HAIRLESS club of Gainesville. Mr.. Bence
| in the van with the step Of q grenadler.
| There followed next, Mr. Ephriam Watts,
bearing light wand in his hand and lead
| ing detachment Of workers from the OIL
| fields in their stained blue overalls and
| blouses; and. after them, came Mr.. Mar
tin and Mr.. Lands at the head Of an Or
ganization recognized In the Order Of
Procession, printed in the HERALD as
| the BUSINESS Men Of Plattville.
| Then the band came marching down the
street. They played in such magnificent
time that every housekeeping foot in all
the line came down with the same jubi-
liant PUNK, and lifted again with a una
nj INIT 1ata a hot Of fhn 1oc$
| vote the convention had taken that day.
| The leaders Of the procession set a brisk
pace, and who could have set any other
kind Of pace when on parade to the
strains of such a band, playing such a
tune as "A New Coon in Town." with all
| it's might and main?
But as the line swung into the square,
! there came a moment when the tune was
ended, the musicians paused for breath,
and there fell comparative quiet. Amongst
| the ranks Of business men ambled Mr.
Wilkerson, singing at the top Of his voice,
and now he could be heard distinctly
enough for those near to him to distin-
guish the melody with which it was his
intention to favor the public:
"Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Il AS we so marching on
I The words, the air, that husky voice
recalled to the men Of Carlow another day
and another procession, not like this one
Il And the song Wilkerson was singing Is
the one song every northern-born Ameri
can knows and can sing. The leader o.
the band caught the sound, signalled tt
his men; twenty instruments rose as ont
to twenty mouths; the snare drum rat
tied, the big drum crashed, the leade
lifted his baton high over his head ant
music burst from twenty blazen threats
GLORY! Glory! Hallelujah!'
> Instantaneously, the whole processio,
| tn civ t1o
t In the street, and those in the wagon
4 and carriages, and those leaning from tn
windows joined with one accord the ring
8 ing bells caught the time of the song, an
y the upper air reverberated In the rhythm
The Harkless club of Carlow wheele
e into Main street. 200 strong, with thei
e banners and transparencies. Lige Will
r etts rode at their head, and behind hir
strobe young William Todd and Parke
- and Ross Schof1eld and Homer Tibbs an
Hartley Bowlder, and even Bud Tipworth
y held place in the ranks through his con
: nection with the Herald" They wer
= all singing.
: And, behind them. Helen saw the FLAG
covered barouche and her father, and he
d side him sat John Harkless with his hea
e barred.
e She glanced at Rriscoe; he was standin
e on the front seat with Minnie beside him
: and both were singing. Meredith ha
cllmDed upon the back seat and was nerv
: ously fumbling at cigarette.
Sing, Toni" the girl cried to him ex
n citedly.
l should be ashamed not to-" he an
= sWered; and dropped the cigarette an
IS began to sing John Browns Body wit
all his strength. With that she seized h
hand, sprang up beside him, and over tn
- swelling chorus her full soprano ros
- lifted with all the power in her.
ITO be continued Tomorrow
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