Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-04-05
"Here's to our candidate ]"

over to Helen and engaged her In con.
versation. The others began to look
about for their hats, vaguely preparing
to leave.
"Wait q minute" said the Judge,
'eThere's no train due just now" And
Minnie appeared in the doorway with
a big pitcher Of crab apple cider, rich
and amber hued. sparkling, cold and
redolent of the sweet smelling orchard
where 1t was born. Behind Miss Bris.
coe came Mildly Upton with glasses and
a fat, shaking, four storied jelly cake
on a 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 a 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"
"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! l 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
lady. And if she took q fancy to Bos-
we'll, why, I'm BACH
81 expect she won't take fancy to
Boswell very early" said Keating.
"Go way" returned Mr.. Boswell.
"What do you want to say that fof1
Can't you bear for anybody to be hap
py a minute or two now and then?"
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 q
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 a 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 shufied the measures OH the
carpet
When the gentlemen from out Of
town discovered that it was time -
leave If they meant to catch their train
Helen called to them to wait, and the
gathered around her.
"Just one second" she said. AnG sho
poured all the glasses full to the Erin
Then, as she stood in the center Of Il
circle they made around her, she said:
Before you 60 shan't we pied:
each other to our success In this goo.'
home grown Indiana cider that leav'
)ur heads clear and our arms strong
If 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 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 cheered tiD 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 l ever did. Now,
guess we all think this is q great
PLAN
1T is glorious idea," said Mr.
Bence. THE name of Harkless'--
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, Buddie?"
"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
windows whence came a clear, soft,
reaching voice, lifted ineffably in song
Now it swelled louder unconsciously;
now its volume was more slender, and
it melted llquidly into the night; again
it trembled and rose and dwelt in the
ear, strong and pure, and hearing 1t
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 it
with a forlorn gesture which TO the
foreman's eye was as graceful as 1t
was sad. He moved closer to Bud, and