Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1913-03-28

rSnuxa sAsyn wAiT 4 lnSh1 J516 dms,
suh. He sQssssss sv'y dollar . Ais'n
iii the eagle screams and No. back
into biz own pocket ard Jon know Il"
Colonel Strickland laughed Sudden
y hs held up one Angse. SWAata
thatf"
A sound Of sz1dent music. punctuat.
Cd BY terrific and hollow tAumplngG
1t rhythmic intervals, came from the
little strip OF NinsveA lying betwesn
them and The town hall.
The lisht Of battle leaped into Colo.
mel Todhuntsr's eyes. "I'll 10 stsrna,-
" nimaammed," he cried. ~ It amt
that there Ninsveh buGls ana drum
corps that's been cavoortin' round here
at the head Of the stephen e. Yancey
Campaign club! You look a-here. Bill
Strickland! II them fellows has had
the impudsnce to turn out on parade
when we're a-welcomin' YOU home Ia
Nineveh Ill sick our boys on 70 'em az
sure as my names TSurs T. Todhun-
ter, subj
Colonel Strickland was laughing out
right. what did l tell you" he said.
'srhey haven't lost any time declaring
war. and somebody's paying good mon
ey for It too!''
Colonel Todhunter leaned out Of the
carriage and spoke to the nearest
Strickland partisan. "You run up yon'
der at the head Of that there band
he said, "aEd tell Samson Meek to
come back here a minute. want to
see him."
Samson Meek. leader Of the Nlneveh
brass band. hurried back. He was 50
buttoned up and padded in his gor-
geous drum majors uniform, topped
of with gigantic fur shake. that the
sweat poured down his lank and hon
est Missouri face like rain.
Samson" spoke Colonel Todhunter
ominously. III we run across that Ste
phen K. Yancey bugle and drum corps,
I want you to drown 'em out and keep
'em drowned out. sub. Do you under
stand?'' %
Samson Meek brought his baton to
Q present. Colonel Todhunter. wen
smother 'em. sub. just been waiting
for the chance"
Then you 20 back and tell your
horn tootsrv what's expected Of 'em.
subj" commanded Colonel Todhunter.
Especially that little fat fellow with
the horn bigSer'n he IL. Tell him to
blow himself inside out. This here
Strickland parade amt a-goin' to be
interrupted by no Steve Yancey and
Eph Tucker foolishness Pc long as I'm
IN charge Of the welcome ceremonies,
subj! X ~
Then he turned to Colonel Bill Strick-
land. THAT settles 1t, subj" he snort
ed. 'Ill be shot full O holes II don't
take the stump for you myself. Bill
Strickland. II they're startin' the light
right in your own town, sub. the fist
minute you come home. sub. I'll make
imperial Lixxoorah howl for William
]. Strickland. too, sub; hang my pic
ture II don'tv'
In full view Of the parading crowd
Colonel Bill Strickland grasped Colonel
Todhunter's hand. You old war
horsev' he cried. ia rather have you
stumpinx Missouri for mo than all the
state committee spsllbindses that ever
breathed the breath Of life! Bully for
you, Thursl Wen night EN- to the
last ditch!" Great was tho cheering at
this incident
But the Strickland parade did not
encounter the Nineveh bugle and drum
corps and the Stephen X. Yancey Cam
paign club at this juncture.
The encounter came later.
It came at that tremendous moment
when Colonel Thurston T. Todhunter.
majestic on the. town hall stage, was
just reaching the fervid peroration OF
speech that was to close with the in
spring mention of the name Of the
Honorable William ]. Strickland as
Missouri Democracy's sure choice for
governor.
1t was a premeditated blow at the
glory Of the Todhunter brand Of ora
tory, the cherished pride Of Colonel
Thurs T. Todhunter's ardent soul.
Entering the town hall and defantly
marching up the main corridor to the
wide double doors that gave . view Of
the Strickland meeting, the Nineveh
bugle and drum corps. heading the
Stephen K. Yancey Campaign club.
awoke the resounding echoes.
Never, It would seem, had earth
heard such clamor Of trumpet and
tambour.
1t crashed into and through the town
hall assembly room. It rose 10 the
roof and came laundering back into
the aislcs. It smote the ears ~ with
cataclysmic bolts Of sound. 1t stilled
the eloquence OF Colonel Thurs T. Tod
hunter as II that mighty speaker were
an infant lifting voice against the
voice Of elemental chaos.
And Colonel Todhunter paused,
crestfallen.
Then the lust Of righteous battle
famed from his indignant eyes. He
waved his right hand with . Joyian
gesture. "Drive 'em away. Samsonw
he shouted. You and Sim Birdsong.
I amt done yet!''
And the gallant Samson Meek rose
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