The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1905-05-21

We nave gone thefe every summer
until this one for years. Have you
friends who 20 tNereT
Il had once, There was a classmate
OF mine from Rouen"--
what was his namef Perhaps
know him" She stole q glance at him
and saw that his face had fallen into
sad lines. m
Hes forgotten me. dare say. Il I
haven't seen him for seven years. end
that's long time. you know. and he's
out In the world where remembering
10 harder. Here In Plattville we don't
forget" s# ~
Were you ever at Winter HarborT'
Il was once. I spent q very happy
day there long ago. when you must
have been little girl. Were you there
in"--
"ListenT she cried. 'srhe procession
10 coming. Look at the peopleg'
The parade had seized a psychologist.
81 moment. There was a fanfare Of
trumpets In the east Lines Of people
rushed for the streets, and ~ 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 wboopcd 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 blare Of brass and the crash
OF drums. the glory Of the parade burst
upon Plattville. Glory In the utmost!
The impetus OF the march time music,
the nare 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
sinking Of the earth beneath the ele-
phanta feet and his devastating eye
teyery one declared he looked the
alarmed Mr.. Bill snoddy. stoutest citi.
zen Of the county. full In tho face % he
passed him. and Mr.. Snoddy felt not at
aII reassurcd when Tom Martin severe
ly hin,ed that II was with the threaten.
Ing glance OF rivaD; then the badi-
mage OF the clown. creaking by In bis
donkey cart: the terrific recklessness Of
the spangicd hero who was drawn
along In a cage with two striped tigers
the delight Of nil this gllttering pomp
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 "Walt Till the Clouds Roll BY,
Jennie" with infinite gusto.
When II had gone Miss Sherwood's
gaze relaxed-she had been looking ON
az eagerly ms any child-and she turned
10 speak TO Harklesa and discovered
that he was no longer In the room. In
stead she found Minnie and Mr.. VIII.
let's. whom be had summoned from
I another window.
'ie was called away" explained
Lige. ''IIe thought he'd be back before
the parade was over and said you were
enjoying II 10 much be didn't want to
speak 10 you"
Called awayf'
Minnie laughed. '0h. everybody sends
for Mr.. Harkless."
at was a farmer name Of Bowlder,"
added Mr.. wllletts. "His son Hartley Q
drinking again. and there amt any one
but Harkless can do anything with
him, You let him tackle 3 sick man to
nurse or tlpsy Teller to handle, and |
tell you" Mr.. Willetts went on. with
enthusiasm. che Is at home. II beats
me and lots Of pe,,2e don't think col
lege does man any good, Why, the
way he cured old Fls''-- Miss Brlscoe
interrupted him.
'seeF she cried. pointing out of the
window. Look out there! Something's
happenedv'
There was a swirl In the crowd be.
low. Men were running around a cor
ner OF the courthouse, and the women
and children were barking after. They
went 30 fast and there were so many
Of them that Immediately that whole
portion of the yard became a pushing.
tugglng. squirmlng jam Of people.
"It's ON the other side" said Llge.
eve can see from the hall window.
Come quick before these other folks al
II up."
They followed him across the build.
Ing and looked down on an agitated
swarm Of faces. Five men were stand
Ing on the entrance steps to the door
below them, and the crowd was thick.
ly massed beyond, leaving little semi
circle clear about the steps. Those be-
hind struggled to get closer and leaped
in the air to catch a glimpse Of what
was going ON. Harkless stood alone on
the top step, his hand resting on the
shoulder Of the pale and contrite and
sobered Hartley. On the lowest step
Jim BArdlock was standing with sheep
ishly hanging head and between him
and Harkless the two gamblers Of the
valiant ahaIla The iournallat baid In