The Red Cloud chief., 1905-03-03


envicd roll of bank bills from his peck.
ct and began to bet with tipsy caution,
while the circle about the gamblers
watched with fcrvid interest. especially
Mr.. Bardlock. town marshal.
From far up Main street came the
cry "Shc's a-comin'. she's u.comin."
and this announcement of the parade
proving only one of u dozen false
alarms a thousand discussions took
place over old fashioned silver time
pieces as to when "slic" was really due.
Schoields' Henry was much appealed
to as an arbitcr in these discussions,
from n sense of his having a good deal
to do with time In II general sort of
way, and thus Schoiiclds' came To be
reminded that ii was getting OH toward
10 o'clock, whereas, In the excitement
OF festival, he had not yet struck ..
This, rushing forthwith TO do, he did,
and. in the clation of the moment. seven
OF eight besides. Miss Helen Sherwood
was looking down ON the mass of shift.
Ing color from Il second story window
OF the courthouse, and she had the
pleasure of seeing ScholicldS' emerge
on the steps beneath her when the bells
had done and heard the cheers lcd 10y
Mr.. Martini with which the crowd
greeted his appearance after the per.
Torrance of his feat.
She turned bcamingly to l~Iarklcss.
"What a family it is" she laughed.
"Just II big. jolly family! ! didn't
lnow people could be like this until !
came to Ilattville."
THAT is the word for it," he said.
rtsting his hand on the easement be.
aide her. II used To think il was desc.
late, but that was long ago" lie lean
ed from the window 10 look down. In
his dark cheek was Il glow the Carlow
folks had never seen there, and somc-
how he seemed less thin and tired than
usual; indeed. he did not seem tired at
all. by far the contrary, and he carried
himself upright, when he was not
. STOPPING to see under the hat, though
not as If he thought about II. II be-
iieve they are the best people | know"
he went ON. Perhaps IT Is because
they have been 81 kind to me-; but
they are kind to each other. too-kind,
good people,
81 know" she said. nodding. 81
know. There are fat women, women
who rock and rock on piazzas by the
sea, and they speak OF country people
as the lower classes How happy
this big family Is in not knowing it is
the lower c!asses!'
1--WE haven't read Nordau down
here" said John. 'Old Tom Martins
favorite work is THE Descent of Man.
and Miss Tibbs cares most for 'Lalla
Rookh' and 'Boulah.' And why nOti"
at was a girl from Southeast Cotton.
bridge, Mass" said Helen, "who heard
! was from Indiana and asked me If
I didn't hate to live so far away from
things" There was Il pause while she
leaned ont OF the window with her face
aside from him. Then she remarked
carelessly, IL met her ut Winter Har.
bor."
"Do YOU 20 to Winter Harbor?" he
asked.
"We have gone there every summer
until this one for years. Have you
friends who go theref'
~ had once. There was a classmate
Of mine from ROucn'-
"What was his name? Perhaps ]
know him." She stole Il glance at him
and saw that his face had fallen into
sad lines.
"Hc's forgotten me, / dare say. ]
haven't seer him for seven years, and
that's "A long time, you know. n he's
out in the world where remembering
Is harder. Here in Plattville we don,
forget
"Werc you ever at Winter HarbOr?'
81 was once. I spent Il very happy
day there long ago, when you mus
have been n little girl. Were you there
in
"Listen.' she cried. "The procession
Is coming. Look at the peOple!"
The parade had seized a psychologist
al moment. There was a fanfare o
trumpets in the east. Lines of people
rushed for the streets, and as n look
ed down on the big straw hats AM
%sunbonnets and many kinds of fine
head apparel tossing forward the,
seemed like surf sweeping up the lon
beaches. She was coming mt last. Til
= boys whooped in the middle of til
street. Some tossed their arms I
: heaven, others expressed their emotion
by somersaults; those most deepl
moved walked on their hands. In tn
= distance one saw over the heads Of tn
multitude tossing banners and til
moving crests of triumDhal cars, wher