Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-04-08
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(@&&SJ Plattville woke up IN August
when the Herald became daily.
was then that history began to "
made. The Herald printed news. !
Lad made connection with the Asst:
ciated Press. and it was sold evs:
morning Mt stands in every town
fat section of the state, Its cl-cnl..
il,n to celebrate me; the band was not
playing to do me honor. Why should l
ride in the midst of a procession that
knows me not? Why should | en-
throne me in an open barouche. with
four white horses to draw it and draped
with silken flags? Since these things
were not for me, few to your side to
dissemble my spleen under the licensed
prattle Of cousin"
"Then who is with him?"
"The population of this portion Of In
diana, take it,
"Oh, it's all right" said the Judge,
leaning back to speak to Helen. "Keat-
ing and Smith and your father are to
ride in the carriage with him. You
needn't be afraid of any Of them letting
him know that H. Fisbee is lady.
Everybody understands about that or
course they know it's to be left to you
to break it to him how girl has run
his paper"
The old gentleman chuckled and look
ed out of the corner Of his eye at his
daughter, whose expression was In
scrutable.
'Iw cried Helen. II 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 its
leaking out?'
"But when they kept watch over
him for months nobody told him."
"Ah," said Briscoe, "but this is diff
ferent."
mo, no, no! she exclaimed. ut
must be kept from him somehow"
Hell know it-by tomorrow; so you
better tell him this evening""
"This evening?'
ayes; you'll have good chance"
81 will?"
"He's coming to supper with us-he
and your father, Of course, and Keating
and Bence and Boswell and Smith and
Tom Martin and Lige. We're going to
have a big time. with you and Minnie
to do the honors, and we're all coming
into town afterward for the fireworks,
and I'll let him drive you In the phae-
ton. You'll have plenty Of chances to
talk it over with him and tell him all
about it."
Helen gave little gasp. Never"
she cried. Never"
The blackboard stopped on the Her
ald corner. and here and along Main
street the line of vehicles which had fol-
lowed it from the station took positions
to await the parade. The square was
almost q solid mass Of bunting, and
the north entrance Of the courthouse
had been decorated with streamers and
flags so as to make sort Of stand.
Hither the crowd was already stream
ing and hither the procession made its
way. At intervals the gun doomed
from the station, and Schofields' Henry
was winnowing the air with his bell.
Nobody had a better time that day than
Schofields Henry, except old Wilker-
son, who was with the procession.
In advance came the boys, whooping
and somersaulting, and behind them
rode a band of mounted men, sitting
their horses like cavalrymen, led by the
sheriff and his deputy and Jim Bard
lock. Then followed the Harkless club
of Amo. led by Boswell, with the mag
unanimous Holloway himself marching
in the ranks, and at sight of this the
people shouted like madmen. But when
Helen's eye fell upon Halloway's 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 man with the heart
burn. After the men Of Amo came the
Harklcss club Of Gainesville, Mr.
Bence in the van with the step of
grenadier. There followed next Mr.
Ephraim Watts. bearing light want
in his hand and leading detachment
of workers from the oil field in theil
stained blue overalls and blouses, ant
after them came Mr.. Martin and Mr.
Landis at the head of an organization
recognized in the "order of procession
printed in the Herald as "the busines:
men of Plattyille" The band played il
such magnificent time that every higl
stepping foot in all the line came dowl
with the same jubilant plunk and lift
ed again with unanimity as complet'
as that Of the last vote the convention
had taken that day. The leaders of th'
procession set brisk pace, and wht
could have set any other kind Of pac'
when on parade to the strains of suci
q band playing such tune as "a New
Coon In Town" with all its might ant
main?
But as the line swung into the squar
there came q moment when the tun
was ended and the musicians pause'
for breath and there fell comparativ
quiet. Among the ranks of the "busi
ness men" ambled Mr.. Wilkerson. sing
ing at the top Of his voice. and now b
could be heard distinctly enough 10
those near him to distinguish the mel
ody with which it was his intention I
favor the public:
GLORY, glory, halleluiah!
AS We go marching on