The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1905-11-15

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will confriVe that Mr.. HAIRLESS shall
not receive his copy Of the paper con-
tanning the notice Of the change OF
date. and think the chance Of his see
ing it in any Rouen paper may be
avoided. That is all, think"
Thank you," said Keating. "That is
certainly the course to follow"
Every one nodded or acquiesced in
words. and Keating and Bence came
over to Helen and engaged her in con-
versation. The others began to look
about for their hats. vaguely preparing
to leave.
"Wait a minute" said the judge
There's no train due just now" And
Minnie appeared in the doorway with
a big pitcher of crab apple cider. rich
and amber hued. sparkling. cold and
redolent of the sweet smelling orchard
where 1t was born. Behind Miss Bris
coe came Mildly Upton with glasses and
fat. shaking, four stored jelly cake
on second tray. The judge passed
his cigars around. and the gentlemen
took them blithely, then hestitatingly
held them in their fingers and glanced
at the ladies, uncertain Of permission.
LET me get you some Matches y
Helen said quickly. and found a box
on the table and handed them to Keat-
ing. Every one sat beaming, and fra
grant wells of smoke soon draped the
room
why do you call her Miss Sher-
wood'?' Boswell whispered in Keat-
ing's ear.
That's her name"
"Ain't she the daughter Of that old
fellow over there by the window? Amt
her name Fisbee?
'sNo; she's his daughter, but her legal
names Sherwood. She's an adop"-
."Great Scott I know all about that.
I'd like to know If there's man, wo-
man or child in this part Of the coun-
try that doesn't I guess 1t won't be
Fisbee or Sherwood either very long.
She can easy get new name, that
lady. And If she took fancy to Bos-
well, why, I'm BACH
81 expect she won't take fancy to
Boswell very early" said Keating.
"Go way. returned Mr.. Boswell.
.'What do you want to say that for?
Can't you bear for anybody to be hap
py & minute or two now and then!'
Warren Smith approached Helen and
inquired if it would be asking too much
if they petitioned her for some music.
and she went to the piano and sang
some darky songs for them. with
quaint suggestion Of the dialect Two
or three old fashioned negro melodies
of Foster, followed by some rollickine
modern limitations, with the movement
and spirit of a tin shop falling down
fight of stairs. Her audience listened
in delight from the first. But the latter
songs quite overcame them with pleas
ure and admiration. and before she fin
ished every head in the room was jog
cling from side to side and forward
and back in time to the music. While
every foot shufied the measures on the
carpet
When the gentlemen from out OF
town discovered that it was time TO
leave if they meant to catch their train
Helen called to them to wait. and the;
gathered around her.
"Just one second" she said. And She
poured all the glasses full to tie brim.
Then. as she stood in the center Of the
circle they made around her. she said:
Before you so shan't we plodg'
each other to our success in tEis goo:
home grown Indiana cider that leave,
our heads clear and our arms strong:
| If you will-then'- She began tc
blush furiously, and her voice trem-
bled, but she lifted the glass high over
her head and cried bravely, Here's to
our candidate!''
| The big men, towering over her,
threw back their heads and quaffed
the gentle liquor to the last drop. Then
they sent up the first shout Of the
campaign and cheered till the rafters
rang.
My friends" said Mr.. Keating as be
and Boswell and the men from Gaines
Grove away from the brick house-"my
friends. here is where begin the
warmest hustling l ever did. Now, l
guess we all think this is great
plan~-
1T is a glorious idea," said Mr..
Bcnce. The name Of Hairless
keating drowned the oratory: But
kat isn't all. That little girl wants ii
20 succeed. and that settles it. He
goes
That night Mr.. Parker, at work in
TIE printing Office, perceived the figure
Of Mr.. Tipworthy beckoning him mys-
ter;ously from the pavement
What's the matter, Buddie?'
Listen. She's singin' over her work. >
Parker stepped outside. On the pave
ment people had stopped to listen
They stood in the shadow. looking up
with parted lips at the open, lighted
windows Whence carr" a clear. soft,
| ,;,.x ,,ofoo lifted ineffah;y in song