Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1904-03-17

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like TO hear from the Herald about its
policy, if Miss Sherwood will tell u.s."
'fcs, indeed she answered at will
DC very simple. Don't you think there
is only one course to pursue? We will
advocate no ope very energetically. but
we will print as much of the truth
about Mr. McCune as we can. with del
icacy and honor, in this case; but as
understand it the work is almost all TO
be done among the delegates. We shall
not mention our plan at all, and we
will contrivc that Mr.. Harkless shall
not receive his copy of the paper con
tanning the notice of the change Of
date, and think the chance of his see.
ing it in any Ronen paper may be
avoided. That is all. | think"
Thank you said Heating. "That is
certainly the course TO follow"
Every one nodded or acouicsced in
words. and Heating and Renee came
over to Helen and engaged her in con
versation. The others began to look
about for their hats. vaguely preparing
to leave.
There's no train due Just now" And
Minnie appeared in the doorway with
big pitcher of crab apple cider. rich
and amber hned. sparkling, cold and
redolent of the sweet smelling orchard
where it was born. Behind Miss Bris.
coe came Mildly Upton with glasses and
fat, shaking, four stored Jelly cake
on second tray. The judge passed
his cigars around. and the gentlemen
took them blthelv. then hcstitatingly
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 Shcr-
wood'?" Boswell whispered in Keat
ing's car
That's her name
"Aint she the daughter Of that old
fellow over there by the window? Amt
her name F!sbee?"
NO; she's his daughter. but her legal
names Sherwood. She's an adop".
Great Scott. know all abou. 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. | guess it won't be
Fisboe or Sherwood either very long
She can easy get Il new name. that
lady And il she took a fancy to Bos
well WHY I'm n ZACH
Il expect she won't take fancy to
Boswell very early" said Heating
"Go way returned Mr.. Boswell
"What do you want to say that fort
Can't YOU bear for anybody TO be hap
by & minute or two now and them
Warren Smith approached Helen and
inquired if il would he asking too much
if they petitioncd her for some music
and she went to the piano and sang
some darby songs for them, with a
quaint suggestion of the dialect. Two
or three old fashioned negro melodies
Of Foster, followed by some rollickine
modern limitations with the movement
and spirit Of a Tin shop falling down n
flight of stairs Her audience listened
in delight from the first But the latter
songs quite overcnme them with pleas
IRE and admiration. and before she fin
iehcd every head in the room was in;
ging from side 10 side and forward
and back in time TO tie music, Whl-
every foot ehuhlcd the measures Oh tho
carpet.
When the gentlemen from out of
town discovered that it 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 10 the brlm
! Then, rs she stood in the center of the
circle they made around her, she said
Before YOU 80 shant we pledge
each other 70 our success in this good
home grown Indiana cider that leaves
our heads clear and our arms strong?
If you will then She began to
blush fcriously, and her voice trcm.
bled, but she lifted the glass high over
her head and cried bravely, Here's to
our candidate.'
The big men. towering over her,
| threw back their heads and qua fed
! the gentle liquor to the last drop. Then
they sent up the first shout of the
| campaign and cheercd till the rafters
| rang.
My friends" said Mr. Heating as he
and Boswell and the men from Gaines
drove away from the brick house--"my
friends, here is where | begin the
warmest hustling | ever did. Now, !
, guess we all think this is great
plan
at is glorious idea" said Mr..
Bence, "The name Of Harklcss''-
Heating drowned the oratory: But
that isn't all. That little girl wants II
TO succeed, and that settles it, He
goes"
That night Mr.. Parker, at work in
the printing office. perceived the figure
Of Mr.. Tipworthy reckoning him mys-
teriously from the pavement.
What's the matter, Buddie?'
Listen. She's singin' over her work. y
Parker stepped outside. On the pave
ment people had stopped to listen
They stood in the shadow, looking ny
with parted lips at the open, lighted
Windows whence came clear, soft
reaching voice, lifted incffably in song
Now it swclled louder unconsciously
now its volume was more slender, and
it melted llquidly into the night; again
it trembled and rose and dwelt in the