Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1904-08-08

~DAAANt ludN MT. harkleSS Sh'ai'
NOT receive his copy of the paper con-
tanning the notice of the change of |
cate, and think the chance of his see
ing 1t in any Rouen paper may be
avoided. That is all. / think"
Thank YOU" said Heating. THAT is
certainly the course to follow
Every one nodded or acquiesced in
words, and Heating and Bence came
over TO Helen and engaged her in con-
versation. The others began to look
about for their hats, vaguely preparing
to leave.
Wait a 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 Brls-
coe came Mildly Upton with glasses ana
fat, shaking, four stored jelly cake
on a second tray. The judge passed
his cigars around, and the gentlemen
took them blithely, then hestitatlngly
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 2" Boswell whispered In Keat-
ings ear.
That's her name"
"Ain't she the daughter of that old
fellow over there by the window? Amt
her name Fisbee?'
"No; she's his daughter. but her legal
names Sherwood. She's an adOp"-
Great Scott. | know all about that.
| I'd like to know if there's a man, Wo-
man or child in this part of the coun-
try that doesn't. l guess it won't be
Fisbee 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 BACH
81 expect she won't take a fancy to
Boswell very early" said Heating.
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 it would be asking too much
if they petitioned her for some music
and she went to the piano and sang
some darby songs for them, with
quaint suggestion of the dialect. Two
or three old fashioned negro melodies
of Foster, followed by some rolllcklng
modern limitations, WITH the movement
, and spirit of a tin shop falling down a
, fight of stairs Her audience listened
, in delight from the first. But the latter
songs quite overcame them with pleas
ure and admiral ton, 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 shuff1ed the measures on the
carpet
When the gentlemen from out OF
town discovered. that it was. time tC
leave if they meant to catch their train
Helen called to them to wait, and they
gathered around her.
"Just one second she said. And she
| | poured all the glasses full to the brim
Then, as she stood in the center of the
, circle they made around her, she said:
Before you go shan't we pledge
{ each other to our success in this goot
] home grown Indiana cider that Leaves
, bur heads clear and our arms strong
= If you will-then'- She began Il
t blush furiously, and her voice trem
t bled, but she lifted the glass high ovel
her head and cried bravely, Here's t
d our candidatey'
t The big men, towering over he1
b threw back their heads and quaffe'
n the gentle liquor to the last drop. The
t they sent up the first shout of th
J. campaign and cheered till the rafter
= rang.
e MY friends" said Mr.. Heating as b
2. and Boswell and the men from Gaine
re frove away from the brick house-'m
e friends, here is where l begin tn
Y warmest hustling l ever did. Now,
it guess we all think this is a grea
or PLAN
ID cit is glorious idea," said NJ
Bence 1.-THE name of Harkless"-
e, Heating drowned the oratory: 'Bl
lie that isn't ALL That little girl wants
"a to succeed, and that settles it. d
n goes"
s. That night Mr.. Parker, at work
-. the printing office, perceived the fgul
u of Mr. Tipworthy reckoning him my
lS teriously from the pavement.
=, What's the matter, Buddie"
III "Listen. She's singin' over her work
nc Parker stepped outside. On the paw
= ment people had stopped to liste
They stood in the shadow, looking
y with parted lips at the open, light
4 windows whence came a clear, so
g reaching voice, lifted ineffably in SOL
Il Now it swelled louder unconscious
"a now its volume was more slender, a
s1 it melted LOUDLY into the night; aga
81 it trembled and rose and dwelt in t
ear, strong and pure, and hearing
4 you sighed with unknown longings.
was the Angels Serenade."