The Red Cloud chief., 1905-04-28
CONTINUED FROM LAST WEEK

circle they made around her, she said:
before you 20 sllan't we pledge
each other 10 our success I'm this good
home grown Indiana cider that lea YES
Dur heads clear and our arms strong?
II you will-thcn'- She began To
blush furiously. and her voice trem.
blcd, but she lifted the glass high over
her head and cried bravcly, %"lIcre's TO
cur c~andidate.'
The big men, towering over her,
threw back their heads and uuaffcd
the gentle liquor to the last drop. Then
they sent up the first shout of the
campaign and chcered till the rafters
rang
MY friends" said Mr.. Heating as he
sd Boswell and the men from Gaines
drove away from the brick hOuse-"my
friends. here is where | begin the
warmest hustling | ever did. Now. Il
guess we all think this is a great
plan
1T is n glorious idea" said Mr..
Bence. The name of IIarkless"-
Heating drowned the oratory; But
that isn't all. That little girl wants it
to succeed, and that settles it. He
goes"
That night Mr.. Parker, at work In
the printing office, perceived the figure
of Mr.. Tipworthy reckoning him mys-
teriously from the pavement.
What's the matter, BuddieY"
"Listen She's singin' over her work"
Parker stepped outside. On the pave
ment people had stopped to listen.
They stood in the shadow. looking up
with parted lips at the open, lighted
windows whence came II clear, soft,
reaching voice. lifted ineffably in song.
Now it swclled louder unconsciOusly:
now its volume was more slender, and
It melted LOUDLY into the night; again
It trcmbled and rose and dwelt i'm the
ear, strong and pure, and hearing 1t
You sighed with unknown longings. 1t
was the Angels ~Screnadc."
Bud Tipworthy's sister, Cynthia. was
with him. and Parker saw that she
turned from the window and that she
was crying quietly. She put her hand
OH the boys shoulder and patted it
with n forlovn gesture which to the
forcman's "ye was as graceful as II
was sad. lie moved closer to Bud, and
his big hand fell on Cynthia's brothers
other shoulder as he realized that red
hair could look pretty sometimes, and
he wondered why the editors singing
made Cynthia cry, ana ut the same
time he decided to be mighty good to
Bud hcnccforth. The spell Of night and
song was on him; that and something
more. for it is a strange, ineXplicable
fact that the most practical chief ever
known to the Herald had Il singularly
sentimental influence over her subOrdi-
mates from the moment of her arrival.
Under Harkless' domination there had
been no more steadfast bachelors In
Carlow than Ross ScllOficld and Caleb
Parker, and. like timOrOus youths in q
graveyard, daring and hooking the
ghosts in order to assuage their Owl
fears, they had so gibed and jeered at
the married state that there was talk
OF urging the minister to preach nj
them. but now let IL be recorded that nj
the moment Caleb laid his hand OH
Buds other shoulder his associate, Mr.
Schotield, was enjoying a walk in the
far end Of town with a widow. and 1t is
not to he doubted that Mr.. TipwOrthy's
heart also was no longer In his posses
sion. though. as it was after 8 o'clock
the damsel of his desire had probably
long since retired to her couch.
For a faint light on the cause OF
these spells we must turn to n com,
ment made by the invaluable Mr.. Mar
tin some time afterward. Referring &c
the lady To whose voice he was now
listening in silence. which shows how
great the enthralling Of her voice was
he said, "When you saw her or heard
her or managed to he around anywhere
she was, why, if you couldn't git up M
hope of marryin' her you wanted t6
marry somebody
Mr.. I.ige Willetts. riding idly by
drew rein in front of the lighted win
dows and listened with the others
Presently he leaned from his horse
and whispered To n man near him, 81
know that song"
"Do you?" whispered the other.
"Yes. He and | heard her sing II thu
night he was shot. We stood outside
BriscOe's and listened"
$50"
ats a seraphic song he said" con
tinued Lige.
"NO.' exclaimed his friend. Then
shaking his head, he sighed, well, IT.
mighty sweet
The song vas suddenly wove int