Richmond planet. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1883-1938, 1904-03-12

was en- uIscn the country road tramp
Ing saodd only humcward through the
dust. his chin sunk i'm his breast and his
hands clinches' tight ut his sides. Now
AMI then lac stopped and bitterly burl-
ed a stone ut piping bird on the fence
or gay bobwhite i'm the fields. At noon
the patient figure was still waiting In
the corner OF the courthouse yard. meek
~ twisting coral ring upon her finger.
But the fiusi.~d Young man who had
spoken thicl>iy 10 her deserter drew an
envied roll of bank bills from his peck
ct and began TO bet with tipsy caution.
while the circle about the gamblers
watched with fervid interest. especially
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 dozen false
alarms a thousand discussions took
place over old fashioned silver time
pieces as to when "she" was really due.
Schofields' Henry was much appealed
to as an arbiter In these discussions,
from a sense Of his having a good deal
to do with time In a general sort of
way, and thus Schofields' came to be
reminded that 1t 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 citation 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 family II is-' she laughed.
"Just one big, jolly family. didn't
know people cohld be like this dntil I
came 10 Plattville."
THAT is the word for It." he said,
resting his hand on the easement be-
side her. 81 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 a 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 It. .I be-
lieve 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"
Il know" she said. noddng, "I
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 happv
this big family is In not knowing II in
the lower classesr'
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 notY'
1T was n 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 HarborT'' be
asked.
"We have gone there every summer
until this one for years. Have you
friends who go there?"
II had once. There was a classmate
OF mine from Rouen"-
What was his name? Perhaps I
know him." She stole n glance at him
and saw that his face had fallen into
sad lines.
Hes forgotten me, I dare say. I
haven't seen him for seven years, and
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? 2"
Il was once. 1 spent a very happy
day there long ago, when you must
have been a little girl. Were you there
in'-
"Listenw she cried. 1.-THE procession
IL coming. Look at the peopler'
The parade had seized a psychologist
al moment. There was a fanfars of
trumpets in the east. Lines of people
rushed for the streets, and an 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
boys whooped In the middle of the
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. and,
with the hlare of brass and the crash
Of drums. the glory of the parade hurst
upon Plattville. Glory In the utmost!
The impetus OF the march time music,
the flare Of royal banners. the smiling