The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1903-02-01

into Harkless' window, and he awoke
to find himself smiling. For a little
while he lay content, droWsily wonder
ing why he smiled, only knowing that
there was something new. 1t was thus,
as a boy, he had Weakened on his birth
day mornings, or on Christmas, or on
the Fourth of July, drifting happily
out of pleasant dreams into the con-
seriousness of long-waited delights that
had come true, yet lying only half
awake in a cheerful borderland, leav-
ing happiness underlined.
The morning breeze was futtering at
his window blind; a honeysuckle vine
tapped lightly on the pane. Birds were
thrilling. Warbling, whistlng. From the
street came the rumbling of wagons,
merry cries of greeting. and the bark
irg of dogs. What was it made him
feel so young and strong and light
hearted? The breeze brought him the
smell of June roses, fresh and sweet
with dew and then he knew why he
had come smiling from his dreams
He would go a holiday making. With
loudly: Zen! Hello, XenophOn."
In answer, an ancient, very black
darby put his head in at the door, his
warped and wrinkled visage showing
under his grizzled hair, like charred
paper in fall of pine ashes. He said:
Good mawn'. sub. Yessuh. Hits done
pump full. Good-mawn, sub
A few moments later, the colored
man, seated on the front steps of the
cottage. heard a mighty splashing
within. while the rafters rang with
stentorian song:
"He promised to buy me a bunch o.
blue ribbon,
He promised to buy me a bunch o
blue ribbon,
He promised to buy me a bunch o.
blue ribbon.
To tie up my bonny brown hair
"Oh dear! What can the matter be?
"Oh dear! What can the matter be?
"Oh dear! What can the matter be?
Johnnie's so long at the Fair
At the sound of this complaint, de-
livered in a manly voice, the listen
er's jaw dropped. and his mouth open
ed and stayed open. "Him." he NUT
tered. family. "Signin'!"
'well, the old Triangle knew the music
of our tread;
How the peaceful Seminole would
tremble in his bed"
sang the editor.
Il dunno huccome it," exclaimed the
old man. IAN dat ain hyer ner dar;
but, bless Gawd! de young man hap
i py." A thought struck him suddenly,
and he scratched his head Maybe he
goin' away" he said, ENORMOUSLY.
sfWhQf hpPOpna n O1a Za1 - MI oh
ing ceased, but not the voice, which
struck into a noble marching chorus.
"Oh, my Lawd," said the colored man,
VI pray you listen at dat!"
'Soldiers marching up the street.
They keep the time;
They look sublime!
Hear them play Die Wacht am
Rhein!
They call them schneiders Band.
Ira la la la, la"
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, a long procession on every
country road. There were great red
and blue farm wagons, drawn by
splendid 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 tum-
bled in the straw, or peeped over the
sides, rosy-cheeked and laughing eyes
alight with blissful anticipations. There
were more pretentious two-seated cut
unders and stout buckboards, loaded
down with merry makers, four on a
seat meant for two; there were rattle
trap phaetons and comfortable 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.
Every vehicle contained heapng bas-
kets of good things to eat the pre-
Vious night had been a woeful Barthol-
omew for Carlow chickens) and under
meath, where the dogs paced faithful
. ly, swung buckets and fodder for the
horses. while colts innumerable trotted
close to the maternal TANKS, viewing
the world with their big, new eyes in
frisky surprise.
Here and there the trim side-b bar
buggy of some prosperous farmer
son, escorting his sweetheart, flashed
along the road, the young mare step
ping 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 SUI
pef1OTlIy OF DOUn MS Steed ana his
lady. the latter beaming out upon life
and rejoicing in the light-blue ribbons
on her hat, the light-blue ribbon
around her waist, the light-blue, silk
half-mittens on her hands, and the
beautiful red coral necklace about her
neck and the red coral buttons that
fastened her gown in the back.
The air was full of exhilaration:
everybody was laughing and shouting
and calling greetings; for Carlow coun-
ty 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 contrac-
tor" 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 a
spell of profanity as futile as his cart.
''Tief vie das Nicer soil define Liebe
sein,"
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 kneeling before an old trunk
in his bed chamber. From one COM
partment he took a neatly folded pair
of duck trousers and a light-gray
tweed coat from another, a straw hat
with a ribbon of bright colors They
had lain in he tY.11r1lr LONG time -,