The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1904-05-12

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mo, no, no!'' she exclaimed. 1T
must be kept from him somehow
Hell know it by tomorrow; so you
better tell him this evening"
''This evening?'
Eyes; you'll have good chance"
II will?"
Hes coming to supper with us-he
and your father, Of course, and Heating
and Bence and Boswell and Smith and
Tom Martin and Lige. We're going to
have a big time, with you and Minnie
to do the honors, and we're all coming
into town afterward for the fireworks,
and I'll let him drive you in the phae-
ton. You'll have plenty of chances to
talk it over with him and tell him all
about it,
Helen gave a little gasp "Neverw
she cried. "Neverv'
The blackboard stopped on the Her.
aid corner, and here and along Main
street the line Of vehicles which had fol-
lowed it from the station took positions
to await the parade The square was
almost a solid mass of bunting, and
the north entrance Of the courthouse
had been decorated with streamers and
flags so as to make a sort of stand.
Hither the crowd was already stream
ing and hither the procession made it's
way. At intervals the gun doomed
from the station, and Schoields' Henry
was winnowing the air with his bell.
Nobody had a better time that day than
Schofields' Henry, except old Wilker-
son, who was with the procession.
In advance came the boys, whooping
and somersaulting, and behind them
rode a band Of mounted men, sitting
their horses like cavalrymen, led by the
sheriff and his deputy and Jim Bard
lock. Then followed the HAIRLESS club
Of Amo, led by Boswell, with the mag
unanimous Holloway himself marching
in the ranks, and at sight of this the
people shouted like madmen But when
Helen's eye fell upon Halloway's fat,
rather unhappy face she felt a pang of
pity and unreasoning remorse, which
warned her that he who looks upon
politics when it is red must steel his
eyes to see many a man with the heart
burn. After the men of Amo came the
HAIRLESS club of Gainesville, Mr.
Bence in the van with the step Of a
grenadier. There followed next Mr..
Ephraim Watts, bearing a light wand
in his hand and leading detachment
of workers from the oil field in their
stained blue overalls and blouses, and
after them came Mr.. Martin and Mr.
Lands at the head of an organization
recognized in the "order of procession"
printed in the Herald as "the business
men of Plattville." The band played in
such magnificent time that every high
stepping foot in all the line came down
with the same jubilant PUNK and lift
ed again with unanimity as complete
as that of the last vote the convention
had taken that day. The leaders of the
procession set brisk pace, and who
could have set any other kind of pace
when on parade to the strains of such
a band playing such tune as "a New
Coon In Town with all it's might and
main?
But as the line swung into the square
there came moment when the tune
was ended and the musicians paused
for breath and there fell comparative
quiet. Among the ranks of the ''busi-
ness men" ambled Mr.. Wilkerson, sing
ing at the top Of his voice, and now he
could be heard distinctly enough for
those near him to distinguish the mel
favor the public:
'Glory, glory, halleluiah!
AS we go marching on
The words, the air, that husky voice,
recalled to the men of Carlow another
hay and another procession not like this
one. And the song Wilkerson was
singing is the one song every northern
Sorn American knows and can sing.
The leader of the band caught the
sound, signaled to his men, twenty in
struments rose as one to twenty
mouths, the snare drum ratified, the big
drum crashed, the leader threw his
baton high over his head, and music
burst from twenty brazen Threats:
GLORY, glory, halleluiah!''
1nstantaneously the whole procession
began to sing the refrain, and the peo-
pie in the street and those in the
wagons and carriages and those lean
ing from the windows Joined with one
accord. The ringing bells caught the
time of the song, and the upper air
reverberated in the rhythm.
The Harkless club of Carlow
wheeled into Main street, 200 strong,
with their banners and transparencies.
Lige Willetts rode at their head, and
behind him strobe William Todd and
Parker and Ross Schofeld and Newt
Tibbs and Hartley Bowlder, and even