The Bellefontaine Republican. [volume] (Bellefontaine, Logan County, Ohio) 1855-1905, 1904-03-11

This. rushing forthwith to do. he did,
and in the elation of the moment. seven
or eight besides. Miss Helen Sherwood
was looking down on the mass Of shift
ing color from a second story window
Of the courthouse, and she had the
pleasure of seeing Schofields' emerge
on the steps beneath her when the bells
had done and heard the cheers Qed by
Mr.. Martini with which the crowd
greeted his appearance after the per-
Torrance OF his feat.
She turned beamingly TO Harkless.
"what a family It isr' she laughed.
".fest one big. jolly family! I didn't
know people could be like this until I
came to Plattville."
THAT Is the word for It," he said.
resting his hand on the easement be-
side her. II used TO think it was DESC
late, but that was long ago" He lean
ed from the window TO look down. In
his dark cheek was n glow the Carlow
folks had never seen there. and some
how he seemed less thin and tired than
usual; indeed. he did not seem tired at
all. by far the contrary. and he carried
himself upright, when he was not
STOPPING to see under the hat, though
not as IL he thought about IL. 81 be-
lieve they are the best people know"
he went on. Perhaps 1t is because
they have been so kind to me; but
they are kind to each other, too-kind
good people"
Il know" she said, nodding. 81
know. There are fat women. women
who rock and rock on piazzas by the
sea. and they speak Of country people
as the lower classes How happy
this big family is In not knowing 1t is
the lower classesp'
I'VE haven't read Nordau down
here" said John. "Old Tom Martins
| favorite work is The Descent OF Man.
and Miss Tibbs cares most for 'Lalla
Rookh' and 'Beulah.' And why not?"
III was girl from Southeast Cotton
bridge. Mass" said Helen. who heard
I was from Indiana and asked me II
I didn't hate to live SO far away from
things." There was pause while she
leaned out of the window with her face
| aside from him. Then she remarked
| carelessly, 81 met her at Winter Har-
bor."
do you go to Winter HarborY" he
asked.
I'VE have gone there every summer
until this one for years. Have you
friends who go theref"
II had once. There was a classmats
of mine from Rouen"-
What was his manner Perhaps
know him." She stole a glance at him
and saw that his face had fallen into
sad lines.
Hes forgotten me. dare say.
haven't seen him for seven years. and
out in the world where remembering
Is harder. Here In Plattville we dom,
forget"
Were you ever at Winter Harbor 2
"I was once. / spent a very happy
day there long ago. when you must
have been a little girl. Were you there
in
"Listenrs she cried. "The procession
Is coming. Look at the peopler'
The parade had seized a psychologist
al moment. There was a fanfare oi
trumpets In the east. Lines Of people
rushed for the streets, and as one look
ed down on the big straw hats and
sunbonnets and many kinds OF fnel
head apparel tossing forward they
seemed like surf sweeping up the loni
beaches. She was coming at last. Th'
boys whooped in the middle Of thu
street Some tossed their arms Il
heaven. others expressed their emotion
by somersaults; those most deepl,
moved walked on their hands. In th'
distance one saw over the heads Of thu
multitude tossing banners and thu
moving crests of triumphal cars, wher'
cohorts were shining in purple anC
gold"
There was another flourish Of music
Then all the band gave sound. and
with the blare OF brass and the crasl
of drums. the glory of the parade burs
upon Plattville. Glory In the utmost
The impetus OF the march time music
the flare of royal banners. the smilinl
of beautiful court ladies and great silk
en- mobiles. the swaying Of howdahs ol
camel and elephant and the awesom
shaking OF the earth beneath the ele
plants feet and his devastating ey
every one declared he looked tn
alarmed Mr.. Bill Snoddy, stoutest cid
zen Of the county. full In the face as b
passed him. and Mr.. Snoddy felt not a
all reassured when Tom Martin severe
ly hinted that IL was with the threaten
J ing glance OF a rival: then the bad
mage of the clown. creaking by In hi
} donkey cart; the terrific recklessness o
the spangled hero who was draw
along In q cage with two striped tiger
the delight OF all this glittering pom
and pageantry needed even more tina
walking on your hands to express.
Last OF all came the footing calliops
followed by swarms Of boys as 1t exc
! cuted wait Till the Clouds Roll By
Jennie" with infinite gusto.
When it had gone Miss Sherwood
, gaze relaxed-she had been looking o
! as eagerly as any child-and she turne
! TO speak TO Harkless and discovers
that he was no longer in the room. In
stead she found Minnie and Mr.. WI
let's, whom he had summoned fror
! another window.
HE was called away" explaine
. Lige "He thought he'd be back befor
! the parade was over and said you wer
: enjoying II so much he didn't want (
speak to you"
, Called awayT'
Minnie laughed. "oh. everybody send
: for Mr.. Harkless"
. "It was a farmer name OF Bowlder,
( added Mr.. Willetts. His son Hartley
drinking again. and there amt any on
but Harlless can do anything wit
| him. You let him tackle a sick man |
, nurse or tjpsy feller TO handle, and