Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1904-03-11

| But the flushed young man who had
spoken thickly to her deserter drew ar
envied roll Of bank bills from his peck
ct and began to be< with tipsy caution
while the circle about the gamblers
watched with fervid interest, especially
1 Mr.. Bardlock, town marshal.
From far up Main street came the
cry She's a-comin'! She's a-comin"
and this announcement Of the parade
proving only one Of a dozen false
alarms thousand discussions took
place over old fashioned silver time
pieces as to when "she' was really due.
| Schofelds' Henry was much appealed
| to as an arbiter in these discussions,
from sense of his having good deal
to do with time in general sort of
way, and thus Schotields' came to be
reminded that it was getting on toward
| 10 o'clock, whereas, in the excitement
of festival, he had not yet struck 8.
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 HAIRLESS.
What family 1t is!' she laughed.
"Just one big. jolly family! didn't
know people could be like this until
came to Plattville."
THAT is the word for IT, he said,
resting his band on the easement be-
side her. ~ used to think 1t was DESC
late, but that was long ago" He lean
ed from the window to look down. In
his dark cheek was glow the Carlow
folks had never seen there, and some
htO 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 If he thought about It. II be-
lieye they are the best people know"
he went on. perhaps it is because
they have been so kind to me; but
they are kind to each other, too-kind,
good people"
II know" she said, nodding, II
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 it is
the lower classes!s
1--WE 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?"
1T was girl from Southeast Cotton
bridge, Mass" said Helen, "who heard
/ was from Indiana and asked me if
/ 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, II met her at Winter Har-
bor"
do you go to Winter Harbory' he
asked.
1--WE have gone there every summer
until this one for years. Have you
friends who go there?"
II had once. There was classmate
Of mine from Rouen"-
what was his name? Perhaps I
know him." She stole a glance at him
and saw that his face had fallen into
sad lines.
'He's forgotten me, l dare say. !.
that's long time, you know, and he's
out in the world where remembering
Is harder. Here in Plattville we don't |
forget"
Were you ever at Winter Harbor?" |
II was once. I spent very happy
day there long ago, when you must
have been little girl. Were you there
NJ
"Listen!" she cried. 1.-THE procession
s coming. Look at the people!'
The parade had seized a psychologist
IL moment There was fanfare Of
in the east. Lines of people
.ushed for the streets, and as one look
ID down on the big straw hats and
and many kinds Of finer
lead apparel tossing forward they
eemed like surf sweeping up the long
peaches. She was coming at last. The
,oys whooped in the middle of the
street. Some tossed their arms to
heaven, others expressed their emotion
" somersaults; those most deeply
moved walked ON their hands. In the
distance one saw over the heads Of the
multitude tossing banners and the
moving crests of triumphal cars, where
cohorts were shining in purple and
old"
There was another flourish Of music.
Then all the band gave sound, and.
With the blare of brass and the crash
f drums. the glory Of the parade burst
pon Plattyille. Glory in the utmost!
he impetus of the march time music.
he flare of royal banners, the smiling
f beautiful court ladies and great silk
n mobiles, the swaying Of howdahs on
amel and elephant and the awesome
baking of the earth beneath the ele-
hant's feet and his devastating eye
,very one declared he looked the