The Bellefontaine Republican. [volume] (Bellefontaine, Logan County, Ohio) 1855-1905, 1904-03-04

Honey, hit bald luck sing 10 bTedkJus'."
water cart since the morning stars were
bright. but he might as well have wa
tered the streets with his tears. which.
indeed, when the farmers began to
come in. bringing their cyclones Of
dust. he drew nigh unto after burst
of profanity as futile as his cart.
"Tief vie das Nicer soil define Liebe sein."
hummed the editor in the cottage. His
that of one who cons a problem or
musically ponders which card to play.
He was kneeling before an old trunk In
his bedchamber. From one compart-
ment he took a neatly folded pair OF
duck trousers and a light gray tweci
coat. from another n straw hat with
ribbon of bright colors. He examined
these musingly. They had lain in the
trunk for a long time undisturbed. He
shook the coat and brushed 1t. Then he
laid the garments upon his bed and
proceeded TO shave himself carefully,
after which he donned the white trou-
sers. the gray coat and, rumn;asing in
the trunk again. found a gay pink era
vat. which he fastened about his tall
collar (also a resurrection from the
trunk with a pearl pin. He took long
time TO arrange his hair with pair OF
brushes. When at last 1t suited him
and his dressing was complete, he sal
lied forth to breakfast.
Xenophon stared after him as he went
out OF the gate whistling heartily. The
old darky lifted his hands, palms out
ward
Lam name. who dat?" he exclaimed
aloud "who dat in dem panjingeriesf
He gone jine de circusT" His hands
fell upon his knees. and he got to his
feet automatically. shaking his head
with foreboding. Honey. honey. hit
bald luck. bald luck sing TO breakfus'.
Trouble TO de day be done. Trouble.
honey, great trouble. Bald luck. bald
uclr'
Along the square the passing of the
editor in his cool equipments was a
progress. and wide were the eyes and
deep the gasps OF astonishment caused
by his festal appearance. Mr.. Tibbs
and his sister rushed from the post
Office TO stare after him.
HE looks just beautiful, Solomon.
said Miss Tibbs.
Harkless usually ate his breakfast
| alone. rs he was the latest riser in
| Plattville. There were days in the
| winter when he did not reach the hotel
until o'clock. This morning he found
bunch of white roses. still wet with
dew and so fragrant that the whole
room was fresh and sweet with Their
odor. prettily arranged in a bowl on
the table. and at his plate the largest
| of all with pin through the stem. He
looked up smilingly and nodded at the
red faced. red haired waitress who was
waving a long fly brush over his head
Thank you. Charmion," he said
That's very pretty"
THAT old Mr.. Windy was here" she
answered. land he left word for you tC
look out. The whole possetucky OF
Johnsons from the Crossroads passed
his house this mornin', comm this
way. and he see Bob Skillet on the
square when he got to town. He left
them flowers. Mrs. Windy sent 'em tC
We. | didn't bring 'em."
Thank you for arranging them"
She turned even redder than she al
ways was and answered nothing. Wig
orously darting her brush at an imag
inary fly on the cloth. After seyera
minutes she said abruptly. You're wei
come"
l There was a silence. finally broker