Cañon City record., 1904-04-28
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ing it in any Rouen paper may be
avoided. That is all, think"
THANK you" said Keating. THAT IS
certainly the course to follow"
Every one nodded or acquiesccd in
words, and Keating and Bence came
over to Helen and engaged bcr in con
versation. The others began to lock
about for their hats. vaguely preparing
to leave.
"Wait minute" said the Judge
There's no train due just now'' And
Minnie appeared in the doorway with
big pitcher of crab apple cider. rich
and amber hued. sparkling. cold and
redolent of the sweet smelling orchard
where it was born. Behind Miss Bris
coe came Mildly Upton with glasses and
fat. shaking, four storied jelly cake
on second tray. The judge passed
his cigars around, and the gentlemen
took them blithely, then hestitatingly
held them in their fingers and glanced
at the ladies. uncertain of permission.
'Let me get you some Matches -
Helen said quickly, and found box
on the table and handed them to Keat-
ing. Every one sat beaming, and fra.
grant wells of smoke soon draped the
room.
'Why do you call her Miss Sher-
wood'?" Boswell whispered In Keat.
ing's ear.
That's her name"
"Ain't she the daughter OF that old
fellow over there by the window? Amt
her name FisbeeT'
mo; she's his daughter, but her legal
names Sherwood. She's an adop"-
"Great Scott! l know all about that.
I'd like to know If there's man, wo-
man or child in this part of the coun-
try that doesn't. | guess 1t won't be
Fisbce or Sherwood either very long.
She can easy get a new name. that
lady. And If she took fancy to Bos-
well, why. I'm a BACH
81 expect she won't take fancy to
Boswell very early" said Keating.
go way" returned Mr.. Boswell.
"What do you want to say that for?
Can't you bear for anybody to be hap
py a minute or two now and thenT
Warren Smith approached Helen and
inquired if il would be asking too much
If they petitioned her for some music,
anu sue went " pluLo suhS
some darky songs for them. with a
quaint suggestion Of the dialect. Two
or three old fashioned negro melodies
of Foster. followed by some rolllcking
modern limitations, with the movement
and spirit of tin shop falling down n
flight of stairs. Her audience listened
in delight from the first. But the latter
songs quite overcame them with pleas
ure and admiration. and before she fin
ished every head in the room was jog
ging from side to side and forward
and back in time to the music. while
every foot shuffied the measures on the
carpet.
When the gentlemen from out OF
town discovered that 1t was time to
leave II they meant to catch their train
Helen called to them to wait, and they
gathered around her. .
"Just one second" she said. And she
orred all the glasses full to the brim.
y. as she stood In the center of the
1 they made around her. she said: /,
}rfOre you go shan't we pledge
Zach other to our success In this good
Lome grown Indiana cider that leaves
our heads clear and our arms strong!
If you wlll-then''- She began to
blush furiously, and her voice trcn-
bled, but she lifted the glass high over
her head and cried bravely, Here's 10
our candidate"'
The big men, towering over her,
threw back their heads and quaffed
the gentle liquor to the last drop. Then
they sent up the first shout of the
campaign and cheered til! the rafters
rang.
MY friends" said Mr.. Keating as he
and Boswell and the men from Gaines
drove away from the brick house-'my
friends, here is where begin the
warmest hustling l ever did. Now,
guess we all think this is great
plan
at is glorious idea," said Mr.
Bence, THE name of Harkless"-
Keating drowned the orutory: "But
that isn't ALL That little girl wants 1t
to succeed, and that settles it. He
goes"
That night Mr.. Parker. at work in
the printing office, perceived the figure
of Mr. Tipworthy beckoning him mys-
| teriously from the pavement
What's the matter, BuddieT'
Listen. She's singin' over her work"
Parker stepped outside. On the pave
ment people had stopped to listen.
They stood in the shadow. looking up
with parted lips at the open, lighted
windows whence came a clear. soft,
reaching voice. lifted incffably In song.
Now it swelled louder unconsciously:
now its volume was more slender, and
1t melted liquidly into the night; again
1t trembled and rose and dwelt In the