The Mankato free press. [volume] (Mankato, Blue Earth County, Minn.) 1879-1924, 1904-05-13

Is only one course to pursue? We will
advocate no one very theoretically, 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 contrive 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 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
swat 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 Bris-
coe came Mildly Upton with glasses and
a fat, shaking, four stored jelly cake
on second tray. The judge passed
his cigars around, and the gentlemen
took them blithely, then hestitatingly
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'?' Boswell whispered in Keat-
ing's ear.
THAT'S her name"
Saint 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! I 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 new name, that
well, why, I'm BACH
81 expect she won't take 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 them"
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 darky songs for them, with a
quaint suggestion Of 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 q
fight OF stairs. Her audience listened
in delight from the first. But the latter
songs quite overcame them with pleas
ure and admiration, 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 shuffled the measures on the
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 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 good
home grown Indiana cider that leaves
eads clear and our arms strong?
will-then"- She began to