The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1905-05-14

10 and down glance from lead to foot.
half qulzzicai and half applaudlng. but
50 quick be scarcely saw 1t, and be was
glad he had resurrected the straw hat
with the youthful ribbon aud his other
festal yestures. "And very becoming
flower white rose is.' she continued.
though am bold girl to be barney
ing with young gentleman I met no
longer ago than last night
"But why shouldn't you blarney with
a gentleman when you began By saw
ing his llfeT'
Especially when the gentleman had
the polIteness to gallop about the conn
ty With me tucked under his arm"
She stood still and laughed softly. but
coqsumniately, and her eyes closed
iignt gith the mIrtb Of 1t. She had
taken one Of the roses from her waist,
and as she stood holding Ii by the long
stem Its cool petals lightly pressed her
lips. Z
sYou may have h-in exchange she
said He bent down TO her, and she
fastened her rose I'm place Of the white
one In his coat she did not ask linn
directly or indirectly, who had put the
white one there for him. She knew by
the way 1t was pinned that he had
done IT himself +who IL It that ev'ry
morning brings me these lovely flow
ersY' she burlesqued as be bent over
her.
"Mr. Wimby,v he returned. II viii
point him out to you. You must see
him and Mr. Bodeffer. who Is the old
est inhabitant and the crossest Of Car
low"
-Wlll you present them to meT
"No; they might talk to you and
take some Of my time with you away
from me-"
Her eyes sparkied into his for the
merest fraction Of second, and she
laughed. Then she dropped his lapel.
and they proceeded. She did not put
the white rose In her belt, but carried
1t.
The square was heaving with a jos
ting. moving. good natured, happy and
constantly increasing crowd that over
flowed on Main street In both direc-
tons and whose good nature augment
ed in the ratio that its size increased.
The streets were a kaleidoscope Of
many colors, and every window OPEN
ing on Main street or the square was
filed with eager faces. BY 8 o'clock
all the windows Of the courthouse. in
the center of the square were occupied.
Here most Of the damsels congregated
to enjoy the spectacle OF the parade.
and their swains attended, posted at
coigns Of less vantage behind the Ia
dies. Some Of the faces that peeped
from the windows Of the dark, old,
shady courthouse were pretty, and
some of them were not pretty. but near
ly all of them were rosy checked. and
all were pleasant to see because Of the
good cheer they kept
Here and there, along the sidewalk
below, a father worked his way through
the throng. a licorice bedanbed cherub
on one arm, his coat (borne with long
enoughl on the other, followed by a
mother, with the other children hang
ing to her skirts and tagging exasper-
atingly behind, holding red and blue
toy balloons and delectable candy
batons Of spiral stAped peppermint in
tightly closed, sadly sticky fingers. A
thousand cries rent the air-the stroll
ing mountebanks and gypsying booth
merchants, the peanut vendors, the
boys with palm leaf fans for sale, the
candy sellers. the popcorn peddlers. the
italian with the tsy balloons that float
like a cluster Of colored bubbles above
the heads Of the crowd and the bal
looms that wall like baby; the red
lemonade man, shouting In the shrill
voice that reaches everywhere and en-
dures forever: "Lemo'i Lemo'! Five
a glassi Ice cole lemo'! Five cents, a
nickel. a half dime. the twentieth
potofadollah! Lemo'! Ice cole lemo'w
all the vociferating harbingers Of the
circus crying their wares. Timid
youths In shoes covered with dust
through which the morning polish but
dimly shone and unalterably hooked
by the arm to blpshing maidens bought
reeklessly Of peanuts Of candy, OF pop
corn, Of all known sweetmeats, per-
,chanee, and forced their way to the
lemonade stands, and there, all shyly.
silently slipped the crimson stained am
brosia. Everywhere the hawkers din
ned, and everywhere was heard the
plaintive squawk Of the toy balloon.
In the courthouse yard, and 50 sin
ming in the very, eye of the law, two
swarthy, shifty looking gentlemen were
operating with some greasy walnut
shells and pea what the fanciful or
unsophistcated might have been pleas
ed to call a game Of chance, and the
most intent spectator of the group
around them was Mr. James Bardlock.
the town marshal. He was simply and
unoficially and earnestly interested.
Thus the eye Of the law may not be
said to have winked upon the nefarl-
BUSINESS now under its vision. II gazed
with strong curiosity, an itch to dab
BILE and, 1t must be admitted, grow
ing hope of profit, the game was so d.
rect and the player SO sure. Several