The Red Cloud chief., 1905-02-24

INV NIitioN,
ISSSSNNI and he awoke to find himself
~ smiling. For a little while he
lay content. drowsily wondering why
he smiled. only knowing that there
was something new. 1t was thus as
a boy he had Weakened on birthday
mornings or on Christmas or OH the
Fourth of July. drifting happily out Of
pleasant dreams into the consciousness
Of long awaited delights that had come
true, yet lying only half awake I'm II
cheerful huGderland, leaving happiness
underlined.
The morning breeze was tiuttcring Mt
his window blind, n honcysucklc vine
tapped lightly on the pane. Birds We're
trilling. warbling, whistling, and from
the street came the rumbling of wag.
ons. merry cries of greeting and the
barking of dogs. What was IL made
him feel so young and strong and light
hearted? The breeze brought him the
smell of June roses, fresh and sweet
with dew, and then he knew why he
had come smiling from his dreams. He
leaped out of bed and shouted loudly:
"Zen! Hello. Nenophon!"
In answer an ancient, very black
darby, his warped and wrinkled Wis
age showing under his grizzled hair
like charrcd paper In n fall of pine
ashes, put hin head In ut the door and
said: "GOod mawn', sub. Yessuh. Hits
done pump full. Good mawn', sub"
A few moments later the colOred
man, seated on the front steps of the
cottage. heard a mighty splashing
within while the rafters rang with
stcntOrian song:
"He promised to buy me a bonny blue
ribbon.
He promised to buy me n bonny blue
ribbon.
He promised to buy me n bonny blue
ribbon,
To tie up my bonny brown hair.
"Oh, dear. what can the matter be?
Oh. dear, what can the matter be?
Oh, dear. what can the matter be?
Johnnle's so long at the FART
The listeners jaw dropped, and his
mouth opened and stayed open. Him"
he muttered family. "Singin'w
"well the old triangle knew the music
How the peaceful Seminole would tremble
In his bed"
sang the editor.
81 dunno hucccme It." exclaimed the
old man, 'but, bless Gawd, de young
man happy" A thought struck him
suddenly, and he scratched his head.
"Maybe he goin' away he said qucr-
ulously. what become of ole Zen?'
The splashing ceased, but not the voice,
which struck into u noble marching
chorus.
ooh, my Lawd," said the colored man,
II pray you listen at dat"
'Soldiers marching up the street.
They keep the time.
They look sublime!
Hear them play Die Yacht am Rhein.'
They call 1t Schneider's band.
Ira la la, la Ia"
The length of Main street and all
sides of the square resounded with the
rattle of vehicles of every kind. Since
earliest dawn they had been pouring in
to the village, a long procession, on ev-
cry country road. The air was full Of
exhilaration; everybody was laughing
and shouting and calling greetings, for
Carlow county was turning out, and
from far and near the country people
came-nay, from over the county line;
and clouds of dust arose from every
th%oroughfare and highway and swept
into town to herald their coming.
Dibb Zane, the %'sprinkling contract
or" had beer at work with the town
water cart since the morning stars were
bright, but he might as well have wa
tered the streets with his tears, which,
indeed, when the farmers began to
come In, bringing their cyclones OF
dust, he drew nigh unto after a burst
Of profanity as futile as his cart.
, 'Tief vie das Nicer soil define Liebe sein,
, hummed the editor In the cottage. His
song had taken on a reflective tone, as
that Of one who cons a problem or
unsteady ponders which card to play.
He was kneeling before an old trunk In
, his bedchamber. From One compart-
ment he took a neatly folded pair OF
duck trousers and a light gray tweed
, coat, from another a straw hat with a
a, ribbon of bright colors. He examined
these muslngly. They had lain In the
trunk for a long time undisturbed. He
shook the coat and brushed 1t. Then he
laid the garments upon his bed and
proceeded to shave himself carefully,
after which he donned the white trou.
sers, the gray coat and. rummaging in
the trunk again, found a gay pink era
vat, which he fastened about his tall