The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1903-04-26

Precisely, his. Judge Briscoe, Miss
Sherwood will not believe that you de-
sire my presence. If I intrude, pray
let me- He made as if to spring
from the buckbord, and the girl seized
his arm impatiently.
You are pitiful nonsense-monger!"
she cried; and for some reason this
speech made him turn his glasses upon
her gravely. Her lashes fell before his
gaze. and at that he took her hand
and kissed it quickly.
mo. no." she faltered. "You must
not think it. 1t isn't-you see. There
is nothing!"
You shall not dull the edge of my
hilarity," he answered, especially
since so much may be forgiven it,"
"Why did you leave Mr. Harkless %
she asked, without raising her eye.
MY dear girl" he replied, because,
for some inexplicable reason, my lady
cousin has not nominated me for Con-
gress, but instead has chosen to be-
stow that distinction upon another,
and, 1 may say, an unworthier and
unfltter man than 1. And, oddly
enough, the on-discriminating multi
tude were not cheering for me; the ar
tillery was not in action to celebrate
IlC, lIle Odllu was tlOL Pldylu6 " w AiIc
honor; therefore, why should l ride
in the midst of a procession that knows
me not? Why should enthrone me in
an open barouche-a little faded and
possibly not quite secure as to its
springs, but still barouche-with four
white horses to draw it, and drapsd
with silken flags, both barouche and
steeds? Since these thinfis were rot
for me, flew to your side to dissem-
l. sod =
tie of cousin
"Then who is with him.
1.-THE population of this portion OF
our state, 1 take it."
"Oh, it's all right" said the Judge,
leaning back to speak to Helen. "Keat-
ing and Smith and your father ore to
ride in the carriage with him. You
needn't be afraid of any of them let
ting him know that H. Fisbee is a
lady. Everybody understands about
that: of course they know it's to be
left to you to break it to him how well
a girl has run his paper" The old
gentleman chuckled, and looked out of
the corner of his eyes at his daughter,
whose expression was inscrutable.
ct" cried Helen. IT tell him! No
one must tell him. He need never know
it,
Briscoe 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 diff
ferent"
mo, no, moi" she exclaimed. "It
must be kept from him somehow"
Hell know 1t by tomorrow, so
you'd better tell him this evening"
''srhis evening"
Eyes. Ysull have a good chance"
II will?"
Hes coming to supper with us. He
and your father, of course, and Keat-
ing and Bence and Boswell and Smith
and Tom Martin and Lige. We're go
ing to have a 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 ii over with him and tell
him about it,
Helen gave a little gasp. Never"
she cried. Never"
The blackboard stopped on the Her
aid corner, and here, and along Main
street the line of vehicles which had
followed it from the station took their
places. The square was almost solid
mass of bunting, and the north en-
trance of the courthouse had been
decorated with streamers and flags, so
as to make it sort of stand. Hither
the crowd was already streaming, and
hither the procession made it's way. At
intervals the cannon doomed, and
Schofields Henry was winnowing the
air with his bell; nobody had a better
time that day than Schofields' Henry,
except Old Wilkerson, who was with
the procession.
In advance, came the boys, whoop-
ing and somersaulting, and behind
/ them. rode a band of mounted men,
sitting their horses like eavalrymen,
led by the sheriff and his deputy and
Jim Bardlock; then followed. the Hark-
less Club of Amo. led by Boswell, with
the magnanimous Holloway himself
marching in the ranks; and at sight of
this the people shouted like madmen.
But when Helen's eye fell upon his fat,
rather unhappy face, she felt pang
Of pity and unreasoning remorse, which
warned her that he who looks upon
politics when it is red must steel his
eyes to see many a. man with the heart
burn. After the men of Amo, came
the Harkless Club of Gainesville, Mr..
Bence in the van with the step of a
grenadier. There followed next, Mr..
Ephriam Watts, bearing a light wand
in his hand and leading detachment
of workers from the oil fields in their
Sldlileu Dlue OVefhllS ana DlOuSeS. ana,
after them, came Mr.. Martin and Mr..
Lands at the head of an organiza-
ton recognized in the "Order of Pro-
cession," printed in the Herald" DIS
the Business Men of Plattville
Then the band came marching down
the street. They played in such mag
nificent time that every housekeeping
foot in all the line came down with
the same jubilant PUNK, and lifted
again with a unanimity as complete as
that of the last vote the convention
had taken that day. The leaders of the
procession set brisk pace. and who
could have set any other kind of a
pace when on parade to the strains of
such band, playing such a tune as
"A New Coon in Town." with all its
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 Bust
ness Men ambled Mr.. Wilkerson, sing
ing at the top of his voice. and now
he could be heard distinctly enough