The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1904-03-17
know people could be like this until
came To PlHttVil1p"

came to PlattVllle."
"That is the word for it." he said,
resting his hand on the easement be-
side ner. II used to think it was DESC
late, but that was long ago." He lean
ed from the window to look down. In
his dark cheek was glow the Carlow
folks had never seen there, and some
how he seemed less thin and tired than
usual; indeed, he did not seem tired at
all, by far the contrary, and he carried
himself upright, when he was not
STOPPING to see under the hat, though
not as if he thought about it, II be-
Heve they are the best people I know
he went on. perhaps it is because
they have been so kind to me; but
they are kind to each other, too-kind
good people"
Il know she said, nodding, ~
know. There are fat women, women
who rock and rock on piazzas by the
sea, and they speak of country people
as the lower classes How happy
this big family is in not knowing it is
the lower classes!'
eve haven't read Nordau down
here" said John. "Old Tom Martin 8
favorite work is The Descent Of Man.
and Miss Tibbs cares most for 'Lalla
1T was girl from Southeast Cotton
bridge, Mass" said Helen, "who heard
I was from Indiana and asked me if
I didn't hate to live so far away from
things" There was Il pause while she
leaned out of the window with her face
aside from him. Then she remarked
carelessly, 81 met her at Winter Har.
bor.'
do you go to Winter Harbor?" he
asked.
| eve have gone there every summer
until this one for years. Have you
| friends who go there?"
| II had once. There was a classmate
| Of mine from Rouen"-
"What was his name? Perhaps l
know him." She stole glance at him
and saw that his face had fallen into
sad lines.
Hes forgotten me, l dare Say. l
haven't seen him for seven years, and
| that's long time, you know, and he's
out in the world where remembering
is harder. Here in Plattville we don't
forget"
'Were you ever at Winter Harbor?''
II was once. I spent a very happy
day there long ago, when you must
have been a little girl. Were you there
i'm
'Listenv' she cried. "The procession
is coming. Look at the peoplev'
The parade had seized a psychologist
| al moment. There was a fanfare of
trumpets in the east. Lines of people
| rushed for the Streets, and as one look
ed down on the big straw hats and
sunbonnets and many kinds OF finer
| head apparel tossing forward they
seemed like surf sweeping up the long
beaches. She was coming at last. The
boys whooped in the middle of the
street. Some tossed their arms to
heaven, others expressed their emotion
| by somersaults; those most deeply
moved walked on their hands In the
distance one saw over the heads of the
| multitude tossing banners and the
moving crests of triumphal cars, where
cohorts were shining in purple and
gold.''
There was another flourish of music.
Then all the band gave sound, and,
with the blare Of brass and the crash
of drums, the glory Of the parade burst
upon Plattville. Glory in the utmost!
| The impetus of the march time music,
the flare Of royal banners, the smiling
| of beautiful court ladies and great silk
en- mobiles, the swaying of howdahs on
camel and elephant and the awesome
shaking of the earth beneath the ele-
plants feet and his devastating eye
| (every one declared he looked the
alarmed Mr.. Bill Snoddy, stoutest citi-
zen Of the county, full in the face as he
passed him, and Mr.. Snoddy felt not at
| all treasured when Tom Martin severe
~ limited that it was with the threaten
ing glance of rivaD; then the badi-
mage of the clown, creaking by in his
donkey cart; the terrific recklessness of
the spangled hero who was drawn
along in cage with two striped tigers
the delight of all this glittering pomp
and pageantry needed even more than
walking on your hands to express.
Last Of all came the footing calliope,
followed by swarms of boys as it exc
| cuted "Wait Till the Clouds Roll By,
Jennie" with infinite gusto.
When it had gone Miss Sherwood's
gaze relaxed-she had been looking on
as eagerly as any child-and she turned
to speak to HAIRLESS and discovered
that he was no longer in the room. In
stead she found Minnie and Mr.. Will
let's. whom he had summoned from
another window
"He was called away" explained
Lige. "He thought he'd be back before
the parade was over and said you were
| enjoying it so much he didn't want to
speak to you.'
"Called away?"
Minnie laughed. ooh, everybody sends
| for Mr.. Harkless.'
1T was farmer name of Rowlder -
added Mr. Wi1Io++e uu;. r.4, >,