Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1904-03-12

al moment. There was a fanfare OF
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 finer
head apparel tossing forward they
seemed like surf sweeping up the long
beaches. She was coming at last The
bows whooped in the middle of tho
street. Some tossed their arms to
heaven. others expressed their emotion
BY 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,
gold"
There was another flourish Of music.
Then all the band gave sound, ana,
with the bIare of brass and the crash
Of drums, the glory Of the parade burst
upon Plattville. Glory in the utmost!
The impetus of the march time music,
the flare of royal banners, the smiling
of beautiful court ladies and great silk
en- mobiles, the swaying Of howdahs on
shaking of the earth beneath the ele-
plants feet and his devastating eye
(eyery one declared he looked the
alarmed Mr. Bill Snoddy, stoutest cld-
zen of the county, full in the face as he
passed him, and Mr. Snoddy felt not at
all treasured when Tom Martin severe
" limited that it was with the threaten
ing glance of rival; then the badl-
mage of the clown. creaking by in his.
donkey cart; the terrific recklessness OF
the spangled hero who was drawn
along in a cage with two striped tigers
the delight of all this glittering pomp
and pageantry needed even more than
walking on your hands to express.
Last of all came the footing calliope,
followed by swarms of boys as it exc
cuted "Wait Till the Clouds Roll By.
Jennie" with infinite gusto.
When it had gone Miss Sherwood's
gaze relaxed she had been looking ON
as eagerly as any child-and she turned
to speak to Harkless and discovered
that he was no longer in the room. In
stead she found Minnie and Mr.. Will.
let's, whom he had summoned from
another window.
''He was called away" explained
Lige. "He thought he'd be back before
the parade was over and said you were q
enjoying it so much he didn't want to
speak to sou.
Scaled awayY
Minnie laughed. 'Oh, everybody sends
for Mr.. Harkless."
ct was farmer name Of BoWlder,"
added Mr. Willetts. His son Hartley s
drinking again, ana there amt any one
but Harkless can do anything with
him. You let him tackle sick man to
nurse or a tipsy Teller to handle, aQd
tell you" Mr. Willetts went on, with
enthusiasm. ''he is at home. 1t beats
me, and lots of people don't think col
lege does man any good. Why. the
way he cured old Fis"- Miss Briscoe
interrupted him.
sSeev' she cried. pointing out of the
window. "Look out there! Something's
happened!'
There was a swirl in the crowd be-
low. Men were running around cor
ner of the courthouse. and the women
CIllluTSIl were lucy
went so fast and there were so many
of them that Immediately that whole
portion Of the yard became pushing.
Juggling. squirming jam of people.
ats on the other side" said Lige.
'sWe can see from the hall window.
Come quick before these other folks fill
1t up
They followed him across the build
ing and looked down on an agitated
Swarm of faces. Five men were stand
Ing on the entrance steps to the door
below them and the crowd was thick.
ly massed beyond. leaving little semi
circle clear about the steps. Those be-
hind struggled to get 'sloser and leaped
in the air to catch glimpse of what
was going on. Harkless stood alone on
the top step, his hand resting on the
shoulder of the pale and contrtte and
sobered Hartley. On the lowest step
Jim Bardiock was standing with sheep
ishly hanging head and between him
and Harkless the two gamblers Of the
walnut Shells. The journalist held in
his hand the implements of their pro-
fession.
Eyes: give up every cent he said
quietly. you've taken. $50 from this
boy Hand it over"
& The men began to edge down closer
to the crowd. giving little. swift, des- .
perate, searching looks from left tc
right and right to left and moving nerv.
o,isly about like weasels ina trap.
= Close up. there said HAIRLESS.
"Don't let them out
IVY can't we git. no square treat,
ment here r. oae of the gamblers whin-
ed. But his eyes biazed with q rage
Z chat belied the plaintive passivity OF i
his toue. I'VE amt been runnin' nc
skin. q wy dye say we gotter give up
our own money? You gotter prove it
was skin. We risked our money
fair"
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