The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1905-08-20
The Gentleman
From Indiana
By BOOTH HARRINGTON
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she cried "Neverw
The blackboard stopped on the Her
aid corner, and here and along Main
street the line OF vehicles which had fol.
lowed II from the station took positions
TO await the parade. The square was
almost solid mass OF bunting. and
the north entrance Of the courthouse
had been decorated with streamers and
flags so us to make sort Of stand.
Hither the crowd was already stream
ing and hither the procession made its
way. At intervals the gun doomed
from the station. and Schotields' Henry
was winnowing the air with his bell.
Nobody had 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 Harkless 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 pang of
pity and unreasoning remorse, which
warned her that he who looks upon
politics when IL Is red must steel his
eyes 10 see many man with the heart
burn. After the men Of Amo came the
Harkless club of Gainesville. Mr..
Bence in the van with the step OF a
grenadler. There followed next Mr..
Ephraim Watts, bearing light wand
In his hand and leading detachment
Of workers from the oil field In their
stained blue oyeralls 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 plunk 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 u pace
when on parade TO the strains OF such
a band playing such tune as "a New
Coon In Town" with all its might and
| main?
But as the line swung into the square
| there came a 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
ody with which it was his intention to
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
day and another procession not like this
one. And the song Wilkerson was
, singing Is the one song every northern
born 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 throats:
GLORY. glory, halleluiah!"
Instantaneously 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 Scho6eld and Newt
Tibbs and Hartley Bowlder, and even
Bud Tipwortny held a place in the
ranks through his connection with the
Herald. They were all singing, ana
behind them Helen saw the flag GOV.
cred barouche and her father, and be-
side him sat John Harkless, with his
head barred. She glanced at Briscoe.
He was standing on the seat in front
Of her and Minnie and both were sing.
ing. Meredith had climbed upon the
back seat and was nervously fumbling
at a cigarette. "Sing, Toni? the girl
cried to him excitedly.
II should be ashamed not TO-" he
answered, and dropped the cigarette
and began to sing John Browns
Body" with all his strength. With that
she seized his hand, sprang up beside
him, and over the swelling chorus her
full soprano rose, lifted with all the
power in her.
The barouche rolled into the square,
and as it passed Harkless turned and
bent a sudden gaze upon the group in
the blackboard, but the western sun
was in his eyes and he only caught q
glimpse Of a vague, bright shape and
dazzle OF gold, and he was borne
along and out Of view down the singing