Courier Democrat., 1904-11-10
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was the Angels Serenade.'
Bud Tipworthy's sister. Cynthia. was
with him. and Parker saw that she
turned from the window and that she
was crying quietly. She put her hand
on the boys shoulder and patted it
with forlorn gesture which to the
foreman's eye was as graceful as 1t
was sad. BE moved closer to Bud, and
his big hand fell on Cynthia's brothers
other shoulder as he realized that red
hair could look pretty sometimes. and
he wondered why the EDITORS singing
made Cynthia cry, and at the same
time he decided to be mighty good to
Bud henceforth. The spell of night and
song was on him; that and something
more, for it is strange, inexplicable
fact that the most practical chief ever
known to the Herald had q singularly
sentimental influence over her subordi-
mates from the moment of her arrival.
Under Harkless' domination there had
| been no more steadfast bachelors in
| Carlow than Ross Scaofield and Caleb
Parker. and like timorous youths in a
| graveyard daring and mocking the
| ghosts in order To assuage their own
fears. they had so sihed and jeered at
the married state that there was talk
of urging the minister to preach at
them. but now let il he recorded that at
the moment Caleb laid his hand on
Buds other shoulder his associate, Mr..
Scho1ied. was enjoying a walk in the
/ far end Of town with widow. and it is
not to be doubted that Mr. Tipworthys
heart also was no longer in his posses
SION though. as it was after O'Clock,
| the damsel OF lis desire had probably
( long since retired to her couch
! For a faint light on the cause Of
! these spells we must turn to a COM
! ment made by the invaluable Mr.. Mar.
/ tin some time afterward. Referring to
/ the lady to whose voice he was new
listening in silence. which shows Eow
! great the enthralling of her voice was.
be said. When you saw her or heard
her or managed to be around anywhere
she was, why if You couldn't git up no
hope of marryin' her you wanted to
marry somebody
!. Mr.. Lige W!lletts. riding idly by.
drew rein in front of the lighted win
dows and listened with the others.
Presently. he leaned from his horse
and whispered to man near him. II
know that song"
do you:" whispered the other.
"Nes. lie and heard her sing it the
night he was shot. We stood outside
Briscoe's and listened"
80"
"'It's seraphic song. he said" con.
tinued Lige.
No" exclaimed his friend. Then.
shaking his head. he sighed. We'll, it's
mighty sweet
The song was suddenly woven into
laughter in the unseen chamber and
the lights in the windows went out
and small lady and a tall lady and a
thin old man. all three laughing and
talking happily. came down and drove
on IN the Briscoe blackboard. William
! 1odd took his courage between his
teeth and, the song ringing in his ears
made desperate resolve to call upor
MISS Bardlock that evening in spite o,
its being week day. and Caleb Parker
gently and stammeringly asked Gym
th'a If she would wait till he smut ur
the shop and let him walk home witt
her and Bud.
! Soon the square was quiet us before
and there was naught but peace unde,
the big stars of July,
That day the news had come tha
Harkless. after weeks of alternate i'm