The Bellefontaine Republican. [volume] (Bellefontaine, Logan County, Ohio) 1855-1905, 1904-04-29
NUMBER s5.

town discovered that it was time to
leave IL 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
our heads clear and our arms strongf
II 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, Heres to
our candidater'
The big men, towering over her,
threw back their heads and quaffed
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.. Keating as he
and Boswell and the men from Gaines
drove away from the brick house-"my
friends, here is where / begin the
warmest hustling i ever did. Now,
guess we all think this is a great
plan
"It is a glorious idea," said Mr..
Bence. '.The name of Harkless''-
Keating drowned the oratory: But
that isn't all. That little girl wants it
to succeed, and that settles II. 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, Buddier'
Listen. She's singin' over her 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
I windows whence came clear, soft,
| reaching voice, lifted ineffably in song.
Now it swelled louder unconsciously;
now its volume was more slender, and
it melted liquidly into the night; again
1t trembled and rose and dwelt in the
ear, strong and pure, and hearing IL
/ you sighed with unknown longings. It
| 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 a forlorn gesture which to the
foreman's eye was as graceful as It
was sad. He moved closer to Bud, and
his big hand fell ON Cynthia's brothers
other shoulder as he realized that red
hair could hook pretty sometimes, and
he wondered why the editors singing
made Cynthia cry, and at the same
time he decided to be mighty good to
Bud henceforth. The spell of night and
song was on him; that and something
more, for it is strange, inexplicabls
fact that the most practical chief ever
known to the Herald had singularly
sentimental influence over her subordi-
mates from the moment of her arrival.
Under Harkless' domination there had
been no more steadfast bachelors in
Carlow than Ross Schofield and Caleb
Parker, and, like timorous youths in Q
graveyard, daring and mocking the
| ghosts in order to assuage their own
fears, they had so gibed and jeered at
the married state that there was talk
of urging the minister to preach at
them, but now let it be recorded that al
the moment Caleb laid his hand on
Buds other shoulder his associate, Mr..
Schofield, was enjoying a walk In the
far end of town with widow, and ii Ia
| not to be doubted that Mr.. Tipworthy's
. heart also was no longer in his posses
sion, though, as it was after O'Clock,
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.
, tin some time afterward. Referring to
/, 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
ii her or managed to be around anywhere
she was, why, If you couldn't git up no
I hope of marryin' her you wanted to
, | marry somebody
II Mr.. Lige Willetts, riding idly by,
l drew rein in front of the lighted win
dows and listened with the others
, Presently he leaned from his horse
Z | and whispered to a man near him, n
know that song"
do your whispered the other
ei "Yes. He and heard her sing it tho
night he was shot. We stood outside
: Briscoe's and listened
"Sow
"Tt's seraphic song he said" CON
tinued Lige.
4 "Nor exclaimed his friend. Then,
I shaking his head, he sighed, "Well. ira
mighty sweet"
i The song was suddenly woven int
laughter in the unseen chamber, and
the lights in the windows went out
, and a small lady and a tall lady and q
l. thin old man, all three laughing and
e talking happily, came down and drove
!. of in the Briscoe blackboard. William
II Todd took his courage between his
J. teeth and, the song ringing in his ears
made desperate resolve to call upon
% Miss Bardlock that evening in spite OF
its being a week day, and Caleb Parker
l. gently and stammeringly asked Gym
:? thia If she would wait till he shut VI
D. the shop and let him walk home with
her and Bud.
ID Soon the square was quiet as before
h and there was naught but peace undel
C, the big stars of July.
y That day the news had come thai
Harkless, after weeks of alternate i'm
20 provement and relapse, hazardously
Is lingering in the borderland of shadows
lg had passed the crucial point and wal
nt convalescent. His recovery was as
a sured. But from their first word o
"a him, from the message that he wal
er found and was alive, none of the peo
s. pie of Carlow had really doubted