The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1905-09-13

| and saw that his race mac IaIlen 1ntO
sad lines.
Hes forgotten me, dare say. l
| haven't seen him for seven years. and
that's a 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?'
81 was once I spent a very happy
day there long ago. when you must
have been a little girl. Were you there
! in
LISTEN she cried. "The procession
is coming. Look at the people"
The parade had seized psychologist
al moment. There was 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
| 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
| gcld.''
There was another, nourish Of music.
Then all the band gave sound. and.
with the blare of brass and the crash
of drums, the glory Of the parade burs;
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
camel and elephant and the awesome
shaking Of the earth beneath the ele
plants feet and his devastating eye
(every one declared he looked the
alarmed Mr.. Bill Snoddy, stoutest citi
zen of the county, full in the face as he
passed him, and Mr.. Snoddy felt not a!
all reassured when Tom Martin severe
ly hinted that it was with the threaten
ing glance Of a rivaD; 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 cage with two striped tigers
the delight of all this glittering pony
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 sac turned
to speak to Harkless and discovered
that he was no longer in the room. In
stead she found Minnie and Mr.. Viii
let's. whom he had summoned from
another window.
"He was called away" explained
Lige. che thought he'd be back before
the parade was over and said you We're
enjoying it so much he didn't want t'
speak to you
Called away?"
Minnie laughed. ooh, everybody send:
fer Mr.. Harkless.'
cit was farmer name Of Bowlder.
added Mr.. Willetts. His son Hartley :
drinking again. and there amt any on
but Harkless can do anything Will
him. You let him tackle sick man
nurse or tipsy fellor to handle. AM
! tell you" Mr.. Willetts went on. WI.
enthusiasm ''he is at home. 1t beat
NE. and lots Of people dent think CO:
lege does man any good. Why, ti,s
/ way he cured old Fis''- Miss Frisco.
interrupted him.
'See" she cried, pointing o1t Of tn;
! window. Look out there. Something's
| happened
| There was Il swirl in the crowd be
low. Men were running around a cor
aar CT Tie courthouse. and the women
;.;ld children were barking after. They
! went * fast and there were so many
! Of t:.e:n that Immediately that whole
Si..:. Va Civ ! 0iU oSNeAAOS :. Po'AAA ao'
~. :..:.i:.. squirming jam Of people.
ITS or the other side" said Lisc.
',;,;:'o can see from the hall window.
,n;ne quick before these other folks I'll!
Il up
| lIcr followed him across the b"iio
:. III looked down Oh an asitai'v
.......::;l of faces. Five men We're stand
y; o., tie entrance steps to the doe
On. item and the crowd Was t!iicl-
: l::aSSe,l beyond. leaving little SEMI
;;.cle clear about the steps. Those b:'-
':;:.d struggled to get closer and l@afec
the air TO catch Il glimpse OF Wiz:
VAS going ON. Harkless stood alone 81,
c top step. his hand resting. on IT,"
.,toEider of the pale and contrite and
offered Hartley. On the lowest stai'
.nl H:lr;:;ock was standing with Shee,,>-
silly l.ingin- Hc;id ard between him
:.ilu Harhless the two gamblers of the
walnut shells. The Journalist held in
Lis hand tie implements Of their pro-
! fess:on.
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