Richmond planet. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1883-1938, 1904-04-23

quduht Suggestion or the dialect. Two
or three old fashioned negro melodies
OF Foster, followed by some rollicking
modern limitations, with the movement
and spirit of tin shop falling down a
flight OF stairs. Her audience listened
In delight from the first But the latter
songs quite overcame them with pleas
ure and admira ton. and before she fin
fshed every head In the room was Jog
ging from side to side and forward
and back in time to the music. while
every foot shuffied the measures on the
carpet
/ When the gentlemen from out Of
town discovered that II was time to
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 tv,e
, circle they made around her. she said:
: Before you go shan't we pledge
each other to our success in this good
home grown Indiana cider that leaves
our heads clear and our arms strongi
III you will-then'- She began to
blush furiously, and her voice trem-
bled, but she lifted the glass high over
her head and cried bravely, Here's to
our candidater'
The big men, towering over her.
threw back their heads and uuaffed
the gentle liquor to the last drop. Then
they sent up the first shout of the
campaign and cheered till the rafters
rang.
MY friends" said Mr. Heating as he
and Boswell and the men from Gaines
drove away from the brick house-'smy
friends, here is where / begin the
warmest hustling l ever did Now. I
guess we all think this is great
plan
ut Is a glorious idea," said Mr..
Bence. "The name of Hairless
Heating drowned the oratory: But
that isn't all. That little girl wants it
to succeed, and that settles it. He
goes"
That night Mr.. Parker, at work In
the printing office, perceived the figure
OF Mr.. Tipworthy beckoning him mys-
teriously from the pavement
What's the matter, Buddiew
sohc over UCr WORK.
Parker stepped outside. On the pave
ment people had stopped to listen.
They stood in the shadow, looking up
with parted lips at the open. lighted
windows whence came n clear, soft
reaching voice, lifted ineffaby in song.
Now it swelled louder unconsciouslyi
now its volume was more slender, and
1t melted LOUDLY into the night; again
1t trembled and rose and dwelt In the
ear, strong and pure, and hearing ii
you sighed with unknown longings. 1t
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 il
with forlorn gesture which to the
roreman's eye was as graceful as 1t
was sad. He moved closer to Bud, and
his big hand fell ON Cynthias brothers
other shoulder as he ealized that red
hair could look pretty sometimes, and
he wondered why the editors singing
made Cynthia cry, and at the same
time he decided 10 be mighty good 10
Bud henceforth. The spell Of night and
song was on him; that and something
more, FOR II Is strange, inexpllcable
ract that the most practical chief ever
known TO the Herald had n singuiarIy
sentimental influence over her subordI-
mates from the moment oe her arrival.
Under Harkless' domination there had
been no more steadfast bachelors I'm
Carlow than Ross Schofield and Caleb
nd
graveyard, daring and hooking the
ghosts In order to assuage their own
fears, they had so gibed and jeered at
the married state that there was talk
or urging the minister to preach Mt
them, but now let II be recorded that Mt
the moment Caleb laid his hand on
Buds other shoulder his associate, Mr..
Schoheld, was enjoying n walk in the
Tar end OF town with a widow, and II is
not TO be doubted that Mr.. Tlpworthy's
heart also was no longer in his posses
sion, though, AS Ii was after s o'cloc,-
the damsel of his 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.
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the lady to whose voice he was now
listening In silence, which shows how
great the enthralling of her voice was.
he 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 Willetts, 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 a man near him, 81
know that song"
do you?" whispered the other.
"Yes. He and heard her sing il the
night he was shot We stood outside
Briscoe's and listened"
"Sor'
Its seraphic song he said" con-
tinued Lige.
No" exclaimed his friend. Then.
shaking his head, he sighed. well. it's
mighty sweet"