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_ ISSUED SEMI-WEpHI^ Il k. GRIST'S 80Hs, Publishers. } j[ #?iljj jpemsgager: Jfor th^ promotion of lh^ galiticat. ftoijiat, ^griqnltiinal ami (j^mmtqcial gnltresla oj( tin g?|jlj. . {TEBMgS^??f^jp^J ~ ESTABLISHED 185sT YORKYILLE, S. C., TUESDAY, APRIL 12, 1904. i| t>he Ge III From b ? > .? ?.v 3 ;; ?> ; ! ! \ Copyright* 1699, by Voubltda, * 1 Copyright, I90. [Owing to an Inadvertent error in the makeup there was a serious omission from the last installment of the "Gentleman from Indiana." The omission Is corrected today by the republication of the installment as it should have appeared originally, and the paper is enlarged in order to make good the loss in reading matter thus occa sioned]. CHAPTER XII. i * i N Indiana town may lie asleep I | n long while, but It always kvaj wakes up some time, and l^?J Pliittville woke up in August, when the Herald became a dally. It was then that history began to be made. The Hernld printed news. I. had made a connection with the Assu elated Tress, and it was sold ever; morning at stands In every town i: that section of the state. Its circuit! tlon tripled. Two new men were brought from Rouen for the editorial and reportorial staff, and Parker talked of new presses. During the first week of the dally venture Eph Watts struck oil, and the Herald boomed the field. People swarmed into town; the hotel was crowded; strangers became no sensation whatever. A capitalist bought the whole north side of the square to erect new stores, and the Carlow bank began the construction of a new bank building of Bedford stone on the corner opposite the Herald. Then it was whispered, next affirmed, that Main street was to l>e asphalted. That was the end of the "old days" of Plattville. But the man who bad laid the foundation upon which the new Plattville was to be built, he who through the quiet labor of years had stamped his spirit on the people, lay sick in his friend's house and did not care. * Tom Meredith had taken him from the hospital, to his own home on a quiet street in Rouen, and John was well enough of his hurts to be taken ^ -abroad sometimes in s .victqrla, where he reclined, gray and thin, seemingly no more than a long afternoon shadow. But for days he would lie in a lethargy that made Tom despair. The soul of the country editor was sick inside of him; he was weary and worn, and pain had left him dulled, except when he thought of returning to Plattville; then he felt physical horror. The place did not need him, nor he the Dlace. Flsbee had found a young rela tive to run the Herald, who signed his typewritten business letters "H. Fisbee" in a strapping hand that suggested six feet of muscle spattering Ink on Its shirt sleeves. John wondered Idly where old Fisbee had raked up a relative, and he thought it probable that H. Fisbee was a Yankee cousin of the old man, but he did not care much for that or for anything except to keep away from Carlow for the rest of his life, since he was to live. And there was no longer need to go there. He was glad to know that H. Fisbee had written him before the oil bubbled in Eph's wells that to buy stock In Mr. Watts' company might be profitable, especially as the stock was tlieu so low that It was almost imperceptible, and Harkless had a little money he had saved. He let Meredith arrange it for him, and a few days later the stock leaped cloudward. However, his modest riches Interested him us little as did everything else. He left his bed less and less, took no more drives, and his lethargy deepened. The only thing In which he showed interest was the congressional campaign of the district. It was far advanced before the Herald spoke of It at all. and Harkless saw that McCune had lifted his head. One day Tom came In and found him writing on a pad on his knee. Rouen. Sept. 2. . Dear Mr. Fisbee?Yours or tne tst to band. I entirely approve all arrangements you have made. 1 think you understand that I wish you to regard everything as In your own hands. You are the editor of the Herald and have the sole responsibility for everything. Including policy, until, after proper warning, I relieve you in person, if that ever happens, but until that time regard me as a mere spectator. I do not fear that you will make any mistakes. You have done very much better In all matters than I could have done myself. At present .1 have only one suggestion: I observe that your editorials concerning Halloway's renominatlon are something lukewarm. It Is very Important that he be renominated, not so much on account >?? of assuring his return to Washington (for he Is no Madison. I fear), but the fellow McCune must be beaten If we have to send him to the penitentiary on an old issue to do It. The man Is corrupt to the bone. He has been bought and sold, and I am glad the proofs of It are In your hands, as you tell me you found them, as directed, in my desk. The papers you hold drove him out of politics once by the mere threat of publication. You should have printed them last week, as I suggested. Do so at once; the time Is short. The herald is a little paper (not so little nowadays, after all. thanks to you), but It is an honest one. and It Isn't afraid of Rod McCune and his friends. Please let me see as hearty a word as you can say for Halloway also. You can write with ginger. Please let us have some In this matter. 1 am. very truly yours, JOHN HARKLESS. When the letter was concluded, he handed it to Meredith. "Please address that, put a 'special' on it and send It, Tom. It should go at once, so as 10 reach hiiu tonight." "II. Fisbee?" "Yes?H. Fisbee." "I believe it does you good to write, boy," said the other as he bent over ^ him. "You look more chirrupy than you have for several days." "It's that beast McCune. This young Fisbee is rather queer about it. 1 felt V stirred up as I went along." But even K before the sentence was finished the favor of age and utter weariness relids closed over rifleman ill < ? ??( tdtana < > . > OOTH TA.7ULI/fCTO/t , * ? ?? y f32 McCtaro Co. \ >*! | 2. ky McClar*. TMtipj S3L Co. ' > < > < > j ? ?> 1 ( 1 by sy mptoms of Invlgoratlon In bis pa- ] tlent. A telegram came for Harkless, t and Meredith, bringing it into the sick i room, was surprised to And the occu- \ pant sitting straight up on his couch i without the prop of pillows. He was j readinc. the daji's com. of. the^ Herald 1 and -lis face was flushed and bis brow t stern. ( "What's the matter, boy?" , "Mismanagement, I hope," said the ( other in a strange voice; "worse, per- | haps. It's this young Fisbee. I can't j think what's come over the fellow. I thought he was a treasure beyond , dreams, and he's turning out bad. I'll ( swear it looks like they'd been?well, I 1 won't say that yet. but he hasn't prlnt"'I !'<>* U/ifiino ImciiiPC* I told vou of. 8 ;???i hp's li'Ml tvn rtn.vs. There Is less than a week before the convention, and"? He broke off, seeing the yellow envelope in Meredith's band. "Is that a telegram for me?" His companion gave it to him. lie tore It open and read the contents. They were brief and unhappy. Can't you do something? Can't you come down? It begins to look the other way. K. H. "Tom, give me that pad and pencil," said the sick man. He rapidly dashed off a note to H. Flsbee. Sept. 5, . H- Flsbee, Editor Carlow Herald: Dear Sir?You have not acknowledged my letter of the 2d of September by a note (which should have reached me the following morning) or by the alteration lh the tenor of my columns which I requested. or by the publication of the McCune papers which I directed. In this I hold you grossly at fault If you have a conscientious reason for refusing to carry out my request it should have been communicated to me at once, as should the fact?li' such be the case?that you are a [ personal (or impersonal. If you like) friend ' of Mr. Rodney McCune. Whatever the motive which prevents you from operating my paper as I direct, I should have been In| formed of It This is a matter vPjil t?tt> Interests ofcftrr coilitnuirlty; and you hpve hitherto shown yourself too alert in accepting my slightest suggestion for me to construe this failure as negligence. You will receive this letter by 7-this evening by special delivery. You will print the facts concerning McCune In to- t morrow morning's paper. C I am well aware of the obligations under which your "extreme efficiency and your thoughtfulncss In many matters I have placed me. It is to you I owe my unearned profits from the transaction in oil, and It is to you I owe the Herald's extraordinary present circulation, growth ' of power and influence. That power Is * still under my direction and Is an added responsibility which shall not be mlsap plied. Are you sorry for McCune? I warned him long ago that the papers you hold would be published If he ever tried to return to political life, and he is deliberately counting on my physical weakness and absence. Let him rely upon It?I am not t so weak as he thinks. I am sorry for him ( from the bottom of my heart, but the Herald is not. ' You need not reply by letter. Tomor- 1 row's issue answers for you. Until I have j a /*Anv T urlthhnM mv liulffmont * john'harkless. Tomorrow's issue?that fateful print on which depended John Markkas' opinion of H. Fisbee's integrity?contained an editorial addressed to the delegates of the convention, warning them to act for the vital interest of the community and declaring that the opportunity to be given them in the present convention was a rare oue, a singular piece of good fortune indeed. They were to have a chance to vote for a man who had won the love and respect of ever}- person in the districtone who had suffered for his championship of righteousness; oue whom even his few political enemies confessed they held in personal affection and esteem; one who had been the inspiration of a new era; one whose life had been helpfulness, whose hand had reached ' out to every struggler and unfortunate; j a man who hud met and faced danger for the sake of otheis; one who lived under a threat for years, and who hud been almost overborne in the fulfillment 1 of that threat, but who would live to see the sun shine on his triumph, the tribute the convention would bring him 1 as a gift from a community that loved him. His name needed not to be told. 1 It was on every lip tliat morning and : in ever}- heart. 1 Tom was eagerly watching his com- 1 panion as he read. Harkless fell back on the pillows with a drawn face, and for a moment he laid his thin hand 1 over his eyes in a gesture of intense pain. "Whaf 4a Ifl" Mopoilltli S?li4 nulpklv. "Give me the pad, please." "What Is It, boy?" The other's teeth snapped together. "What Is it?" he cried. "What Is It? It's treachery, and the worst I ever knew. Not a word of the accusation I demanded?lying praises instead! Read that editorial?there, there!" He struck the page with the back of his hand and threw the paper to Meredith. "Read that miserable lie! 'One who has won the love and respect of every person In the district!' 'One who has suffered for his championship of righteousness!' Righteousness! Save the mark!" "What does it mean?" "Mean! It means McCune, Rod McCune. 'who has lived under a threat for years'?my threat. I swore I would print mm out or Indiana ir ne ever raised his' head again, and he knew I could.. 'Almost overborne In the ful llment of that threat*?almost! It's a black scheme, and I see It now. This man came to Piattville and went on the Herald for nothing In the world but this. It's MeCuue's hand all along. He duren't name him even now, the coward! The trick lies between McCune and young Flsbee?the old man Is innocent Give me the Dad. Not almost overborne. There are three good days to work in, and it Rod McCune sees congress it will be in hia next incarnation." B- scribbled a few. lines on g|y The second was addressed to H. Fls>ee: Tou are relieved from the earea of edtorshlp. Tou will turn over the managenent of the Herald to Warren Smith, rou will give him the McCune papers. If rou do not or if you destroy them you i&nnot hide where I shall not And you. JOHN HARKLESS. ruiPTwn YITT V' ERY early In the morning a messenger boy stumbled up the front steps of Merebr?gjfl dltb's house and handed iie colored servant four yellow envelopes, night messages. The man varrled them upstairs, left three with lis master's guest, then knocked on Meredith's door till a response assured him that the occupant was twake and slid the fourth envelope inder the door. Meredith lay quite without motion for several minutes, sleepily watching the yellow rhomboid n the crevice. It was a hateful looking :hlug to mix Itself in with a pleasant Iream and insist on being read, but ifter a while he climbed groanlngly out >f bed and perused the message with jeavy eyes, still half asleep. He read It wlce before It peuetrated. Suppress all newspapers today. Convention uneets at 11. If we succeed, a lelegatlon will come to Rouen this afterjoon. They will come. HELEN. Torn rubbed bis sticky eyelids and ihook his head violently in a Spartan sfTort to rouse himself, but what more jffectively performed the task for him vere certain sounds that issued from larkless' room across the ball. For lome minutes Meredith had been dully . onsclous of a rustle and stir in the nvalld's chamber, und he began to ealize that no mere tossing upon a >ed would account for a noise that eached him across a wide ball and hrougli two closed doors of thick wallut. Suddenly he beard a quick, heavy read, shod, in Harkless' room, and a esounding bang as some heavy object itruck the floorr The doctor was not o come till evening. The servant had 'one downstairs. Who in the sick nan's room wore shoes? He rushed icross the hall in his pajamas and hrew open the unlocked door. The bed was disarranged and vaunt Harkless, fully dressed, was itandlng in the middle of the floor mrling garments at a small trunk. The horrified Meredith stood for a second bleached and speechless; then he usbed upon his friend and seized him vlth both hands. _ -MHadTby~heavenT Mad!" "Let go of me, Tom!" "Lunatic! Lunatic!" "Don't stop me one instant!" Meredith tried to force him toward he bed. "No; get back to bed. You're leliriou8, boy!" "Delirious nothing! I'm a well nan." "Go to bed! Go to bed!" Harkless set him out of the way vith one arm. "To bed!" he cried. 'I'm going to Plattviller' Meredith wrung his bands. "The loctor"? "Doctor oe nangear NVhat in the name of all thafs terible is the matter, John?" His companion slung a light overcoat, infolded, on the overflowing, misihapen bundle of clothes that lay in iie trunk, then he Jumped on the lid with both feet and kicked the hasp into lie lock, while a very elegantly launiered cuff aud shirt sleeve dangled out 'rom under the fastened lid. "I haven't >ne second to talk, Tom; I have eighteen minutes to catch the express. It's nore thau a mile to the station, and die train leaves here at 9:02. I get tfiere at 10:47. Telephone a cab for lie, please, or tell me the number. I lon't want to stop to hunt it up." Meredith looked him in the eyeB. In the pupils of Harkless flared a fierce ight His cheeks were reddened with in angry, healthy glow, and his teeth tvere clinched till the line of his Jaw stood out like that of an embattled ithlete. His brow was dark, his chest was throwu out, and he took deep, ]uiek breaths. His shoulders were squared, and in spite of bis thinness they looked inussy. Lethargy or malaria, or both?whatever his ailmentIt was gone. He was six feet of hot wrath and cold resolution. Tom said. "You are going?" "Yes," he answered quietly, "I am going." "Then I will go with you." "Thank you, Tom," said Harkless simply. Meredith ran into his room, pressed an electric nutton auu oegan to aive Into bis clotbes with a panting rapidity astonishingly foreign to bis desire. The colored man appeared In the doorway. "The cart, Jim!" shouted his master. "We want it like lightning. Tell the cook to give Mr. Harkless his breakfast in a hurry. Set a cup of coffee on the table by the front door for me. Run! We've got to catch a train. That will be quicker than any cab," be explained to Harkless. "We'll break the ordinance against fast driving getting down there." Ten minutes later the cart swept away from the bouse at a gait that pained the respectable neighborhood. The big horse plunged through the air, his ears laid flat toward his tail. The cart careened sickeningly, and the face of the servant clutching at the rail In the rear was smeared with pallor as they pirouetted around curves on one wheel. To him it seemed they skirted tue corners uuu ueiuu siLuuuaueuusij'. and the speed of their going made n strong wind in their faces. Hnrkless leaned forward. "Cnn you cake it a little faster, Tom?" he said. They dashed up to the station amid the cries of people flying to the walls tor safety. The two gentlemen leaped from the cart, bore down upon the ticket ofliee, stormed at the agent and ran madly at the gates, flourishing their passports. The official on duty eyed them wearily. "Been gone two minutes," he remarked with a peaceable yawn. Harkless stamped his foot on the cement flags; then he stood stock still, gazing at the empty tracks, but Meredith turned to him, smiling. "Won't it keep?" he asked. "Yes, It will keep," John answered. ever?as long as I live. I'm as well as "] anybody." bi Tom burst out laughing and clapped w his companion lightly on the shoulder, rc his eyes dancing with pleasure. "Upon al my soul," he cried, "I believe you are. A miracle wrought by the witch wand p] of Indignation! That's rather against hi tradition, isn't it? Well, let's take a et drive." hi ""Meredith," said the other, turning to tt him gravely, "you may think me a tt fool if you will, and lfs likely I am, ^ but I don't leave this station except by ^ train. I've only two days to work In. ?j and every minute lessens our chances rj? to beat McCune, and I have to begin by ^ wasting time on .a tussle with a traitor. ^ There's another train at 11:55; I don't take any chances on missing that one." _ "Well, well," laughed his friend, push- gj lng him good humoredly toward a door w by a red and white striped pillar, g "we'll wait here if you like. But at j least go In there and get a shave; It's a clean shop. You want to look your best K If you are going down to fight H. Fls bee." "Take these, then, and yon will understand," said Harkless, and he thrust his three telegrams of the morning Q Into Tom's band and disappeared into ^ the barber shop. When he was gone Meredith went to the telegraph office In the station and sent a line over the wires to Helen: "Keep your delegation at home. He's coming on the 11:55." w Then he read the three telegrams Harkless had given him. They were all from Plattvllle. ^ Sorry cannot oblige. Present incumbent ~ tenacious. Delicate matter. No hope for K. H. But don't worry. Everything all right WARREN SMITH. "1 Harkless, If you have the strength to tl walk, come down before the convention, oi Get here by 10:47. Looks bad. Come If it kills you. K. H. You Intrusted me with sole responsible 1X1 ity for all matters pertaining to Herald. 8t Declared yourself mere spectator. Does ui this permit your interfering with my pol- ^ icy for the paper? Decline to consider any proposition to relieve me of my duties without proper warning and allow- fi ance of time. Forced to disregard all sug- w gestions as to policy, which, by your own wj instructions, is entirely my affair and " must be carried out as 1 direct J1 H. FISBEE. ti CHAPTER XIV. ^ HE accommodation train wan- |fl dered down through the aft- p, |5SB5 ernoon sunshine, stopping a! raSEBl every village and every coun- ?] try postolfice on the line. There was a a] passenger In the smoker who found -the stops at these wayside-haffllets In- ^ terminable. He got uu and paeeft^te^ aisle now and then, aiul his reminded him that this Yf&9l0^^y^e:r o tain to hasten the hopr of tlleTr arrival ^ at their destination. "I know that," g( answered he, "but I've got to beat g McCune." tl "By the way," observed Meredith. a: "you left your stick behind." tl "Yoa don't think I need a club to n face"? h Tom choked. "Oh, I wasn't think- jj ing of your giving Hr-Fisbee a beating. w I meant to lean on." h "I don't want It. I'v# got to walk 0! lame all my life, but I'm not going to an hobble on a stick." on Tom looked at him sadly for a mo- sfc mcnt. It was true, and the Crossroad- w era might hug themsdfves in their cells over the thought. For the rest of te his life John Harkless was to walk m .MU1. Al./v K,v>n ^ArviAAltfAO Am Willi juai iuc iiuip iucjt lucuincivco ui would Lave bad if, as in former days, of their sentence had been to the ball and I'J chain. "Sit down, boy, sit down," said si Meredith, and his friend obeyed. Sd The window was open beside the two tl young men. and the breeze that blew le in soothed like a balm, yet held a tang I and spice In It. a hint of walnuts and bi of coming frost. There was a newness >n the atmosphere that day. a bright invigoration, that set the blood tin- ? gllng. The hot months were done with; 01 languor was routed. Autumn spoke to Industry, told of the sowing of another ^ harvest, of the tawny, shock, of the purple grape, of the red upple. and called upon muscle and laughter, breath- . lng gayety into men's hearts. The lit Me stations hummed with bustle aud noise, big farm wagons rattled oil up the vll- ^ lage streets aud raced with "cut under" ^ or omnibus; people walked with quick steps; the bnggageinasters called ^ cheerily to the trainmen, and the ^ brakemen laughed goodbys to rollick- j ing girls. At times the train ran between shadowy groves, and delicate landscape vistas, framed In branches, " opened, closed and succeeded each oth- ^ er, and then the travelers were carried 01 beyond into the level open again and w looked out to where the Intensely blue 4r September skies ran down to the low horizon, meeting the boundless aisles of corn. It takes a long time for the {* full beauty of the flat lands to reach a man's soul. Once there, nor hills, nor sea, nor growing fan leaves of palm shall suffice him. It is like the beauty In the word Indiana. It may be that ^ there are people who do not consider ~j Indiana a beautiful word, but let It 8 ring true In your ears, and It has a richer sound than Yallombrosa. All at once the anger ran out of John H Harkless. He was a hard man for anger to tarry with. And In place of It d a strong sense of home :oming began to take possession of him. He was go- c< lug home. "Back to Plattvllle, where I 'c belong," he said to himself without bit- E ? i* terness, and it was the trutli. ".Every " man cometh to bis own place in the h end." a Yes, as one leaves a any acquaintance tl of the playhouse lobby for some bard E handed, tried old friend, so he would fi wave the outer world godspeed and ei come back to the old ways of Carlow. tl What though the years were dusty, he tl had his friends and bis memories and his old black brier pipe. He had a girl's picture that he should carry in his heart till his last day, and if his life was sadder it was infinitely richer for it His winter fireside would be not T so lonely for her sake, and, losing her, It he lost not everything, for he had had * the rare blessing of having known her. tl And what man could wish to be healed H of such a hurt? Far better to have had ^ it than to trot a smug pace unscathed, tl He had been a dullard, a sluggard, ** weary of himself, unfit to fight, a fall- tc S'or There-was ignorance in man, it no unklndness. Were man utterly lse he were utterly kind. The Crosataders bad not known better, that was J. The unfolding aisles of corn swam easantly before bis eyes. The earth darkened to man's wants and answerL The clement sun and summer rains istened the fruition. Yonder stood te Jirown haystack, garnered to feed le industrious horse that had earned Is meed. There was the straw thatchI shelter for the cattle. How the orKanf with tholr hurdensl iaiu uvu|uo uvut *? he big red barns stood stored with te harvest, for this was CarJow eounand be was coining home. They crossed a byroad. An old man 4th a streaky gray chin beard was tting on a sack of oats in a seatless Agon waiting for the train to pass, larkless seized his companion exdtedby the elbow. "Tommy," he cried, Itfs Kim Fentriss! Look! Did you ? that old fellow?" "I saw a particularly uninterested ?d uninteresting gentleman Bitting on bag," replied bis friend. "Why, that's old Kimball Fentriss. fe's going to town. He lives on the igfr of the county." "Can this be true?" said Meredith cavely. "I wonder," said Harkless thoughtllly a few moments later?"I? wonder hy. he had them changed around." "Who changed around?' "The team. He always used to drive le bay on the near side and the soril on the off." "And at present," rejoined Meredith, ( am to understand that be is driving ie sorrel on the near side and the bay i the off?" "That's it," returned the other. "He rtst have worked them like that for >me time, because they didn't look neasy. They're all right about the alu, those two. I've seen them stand 1th their beads almost against a fast eight See there." He pointed to a hite frame farmhouse with green linds. "Thafs Win Hlbbard's. We're ist outside of Beaver." "Beaver? Elucidate Beaver, boy." "Beaver? Meredith, your Informaon ends at home. What do yon know f your own state If you are Ignorant f Beaver? Beaver Is that city of Car>w county next In importance and opulatlon to Plattville." Tom put bis head out of the window. I fancy you are right," he said. "I Iready see five people there." Meredith had observed the change In l^^mpaala&'?-gHXK^E^hadwatcbed Sn of his malady, buth^l^M^ttB >ncluslon that in truth a miracle had1 een wrought, for the lethargy was one and vigor seemed to Increase In [arkless with every turn of the wheel lat brought them nearer Plattville, nd the nearer they drew to Plattville le higher the spirits of both the young ten rose. Meredith knew what was appenlng there, and he began to be a hie excited. As he had said, there ere five people visible at Beaver, and e wondered where they lived, as the nly building In sight was the statlo id to satisfy bis curiosity be wulked it to the vestibule. The little station ood In the woods, and brown leaves hirled along the platform. One of the re people was an old lady, and she eared a rear car. The other four were ? nt ttioin liondod tllf? L'OU CU. v/ut W4, - ictor a telegram. Meredith beard the flclal say: "All right. Decorate ahead. II hold It five minutes." The man sprang up the steps of the noker and looked in. He turned to [eredith. "Do you know If that geneman in the gray coat Is Mr. Hark88? He's got his back this way. and don't want to go inside. The air In a noker always gives me a spell." "Yes, that's Mr. Harkless." The man jumped to the platform. All right, boys," he said. "Rip her Lit!" The doors of the freight room were irown open, and a big bundle of colred stuffs was dragged out and hastily nfolded. One of the men ran to the irther end of the car with a sirlp of id. white and blue bunting and tackI it securely, while another fastened le other extremity to the railing of le steps by Meredith. The two comanions of this pair performed the line operation with another strip oil le other side of the car. They ran mllar lines of bunting near the roof rem end to end. so that except for the indows the sides of the car were impleteiy covered by the national coirs. Then they draped the vestibules rIth tings. It was all done In a tVice. Meredith's heart was beating fast. What's it all about?" he asked. "Picnic down the line." answered the ian In charge, removing a tack from is mouth. He uiotioned to the conuctor. "Go ahead!" The wheels began to move; the decrators remained on the station plat>rin, letting the train pass them, but [eredith, craning his neck from the teps, saw that they jumped on the lai cur. "What's the celebration?" asked [arkless when Meredith returned. "Picnic down the line." said Mere1th. "Nipping weather for a picnic. A bit x>l, don't you think? One of those fel>ws looked like a friend of mine, [omer Tibbs. o- as Homer might look ' he were In disgrace. He had Ills bat ung on his eyes, and be slouched like thief in melodrama as he tacked up ie bunting on this side of the car." ie continued to point out various imlliar places. Anally breaking out athuslastlcally as they drew neurer ie town: "Hello! Look there?beyond ie grove yonder! See that house?" "Yes, John." "That's the Bowlders'. You've got to now the Bowlders." "I'd like to." "The kindest people in the world, he Briscoe house we can't see because 's so shut in by trees, and, besides, it's mile or so ahead of us. We'll go out lere for supper tonight. Don't you ke Briscoe? He's the best they make. fe'll go uptown with Judd Bennett In le omnibus, and you'll know bow a ipid fire machine gun soundB. 1 want i go straight to the Herald office," he iMffied, wtth^e-^puddenly dadMBtofc getting near "home; Why," there's "an oil well!" "So It Is." "And another?three, Ave, sevenseven In sight at once! They tried it three miles south and failed, but you can't fool Eph Watts, bless him! I want you to know Watts." They ran by the outlying bouses of the town amid a thousand descriptive exclamations from Harkless, who wished Meredith to meet every one In Carlow. But he came to a pause In the miauie oi a wuru. uu j uu um u>? sic," he asked abruptly, "or la It only the rhythm of the ties?" "It seems to me there's music In the air," answered his companion. "I've been fancying 1 heard it for a minute or so. There! No?yes. It's a band, Isn't It?" "No. What would a band?yea, It Is!" The train slowed up and stopped at a water tank 200 yards east of the station, and their uncertainty was at an end. From somewhere down the track came the detonating boom of a cannon. There was a clash of brass, and the travelers became sure of a band playing "Marching Through Georgia." Meredith laid his hand on his companion's shoulder. "John," he said, "John!" The cannon flred again, and there came a cheer from 3,000 throats, the shouters all unseen. The engine cough *J msvIIa/1 An nnil IfU ftllU (JUUlCU, luc iiaiu iviicu UU| uuu In another moment It bad stopped alongside the station In the midst of a riotous Jam of happy people who were waving flags and banners and handkerchiefs and tossing their hats high in the air and shouting themselves hoarse. The bnnd played in dumb show. It could not hear itself play. The people came at the smoker like a long wave, and Warren Smith, Bilscoe, Keating and Mr. Bence of Gaines were swept ahead of It. Before the train stopped they had rushed eagerly up the steps and entered (he car. Harkless was on bis feet and started to meet them. He stopped. "What does It mean?" he said and began to grow pale. "Is Halloway?did McCune?have you"? Warren Smith seized ,one 8t his bands and Briscoe the other. "What does It mean!" cried Warren. "It means that you were nominated for congress at Ave minutes after 1 o'clock this afternoon!" "On the second ballot," shouted th> judge, "just as youug Plsbee planned It weeks ago." * It was one of the great crowds oi ^^Mj^yilstory. Since noon an almosWWBftnnTtteut prpcesslon of pedestrians and vehicles had been, making its way to the station, and every \yagon, buckboard, buggy and "cut under" bad its flags or bunting or streamer of ribbons tied to the whip. The excitement increased as the time grew shorter. Everybody was struggling for a r>AntHAn TKo naAnln In tooirnna UUllCI |;U31UUU. AUG pvvpi\. M* ?%?0v ? aud carriages stood upon the seats, and the pedestrians besieged them, climbing oa the wheels or balancing recklessly with feet on the bubs of opposite wagons. Everybody was bound to see him. When the whistle announced the coming of the train the band began to play, the cannon fired, horns blew and the cheering echoed and re-echoed till heaven's vault resounded with the noise the people of Carlow were making. There was one heart that almost stopped beating. Heien was standing on the front seat of the Briscoe buckboard, with Minnie beside her, and at the commotion the horses pranced and backed so that Lige Willetts ran to hold them. But Helen did not notice the frightened roans, nor did she know that Minnie clutched her round the waist to keep her from falling. Her eyes were fixed intently on the smoke of the faraway engine, and her hand, lifted to her face in an uncertain, tremulous fashion, as it was one i.ay in a circus tent, was laid against the deepest blush that ever mantled a girl's cheek. When the train reached the platform she suw Briscoe and the others rush into the bunting covered car, and there ensued what was to her an almost Intolerable pause of expectation while the crowd assaulted the windows of tlie.Bmoker, leaping up and climbing on each other's shoulders to catch the first glimpse of him. Briscoe and a red faced young man (a stranger to Plattville) came down the steps, laughing like boys, and then Keating and Bence, and then Warren Smith. As the lawyer reached the platform he turned toward the door of the car and waved his hand as In welcome. "Here he is, boys!" he shouted. At that it was as if all the noise that had gone before had been mere leakage of pent up enthusiasm. A thousand horns blared deafeningly; the whistle of the locomotive and that of Hibbard's mill were added to the din; the courthouse bell was pealing out a welcome, and the church bells were ringing; the cannon thundered, and then cheer on cheer shook the air as John Harkless came out under the tings and passed down the steps of the cur. . When Helen saw him over the beads of the people and through heaving tumult of flags and bats and handkerchiefs she suddenly gave a frightened glance about her and jumped down from ber high perch and sank Into the back seat of the buckbourd, with her burning face turned from the station and her eyes fixed on the ground. She wanted to run away, as she had run from him the first time she ever saw him, and then, as now, he came In triumph, hailed by the plaudits of his fellows, and uow, as on that long departed day of her young girlhood, he was borne high over the heads of the people, for Minnie cried to her to look? they were carrying him on their shoulders to his carriage. She had hud only that brief glimpse of him before he was lost in the crowd that was so glad to get lilm back again and so proud of him; but she had seen that he looked very white and solemn. Briscoe brought Tom Meredith through the crowd and put him In the buckboard beside Helen. "All right, Lige!" called the judge to Willetts, who was at the horses' heads. "You go get into line with the boys; they want yon. "If I understood what Mr. Smith was ? saying, Halloway must have behaved very well," said Meredith. The judge laughed. "He saw It was the only way to beat McCune, and he'd have given his life and Harkless", too, rather than let McCune have it" "Why did you leave Mr. Harkless?" Helen asked her cousin, her eyes not meetinor his. "My dear girl," be replied, "became, < for some inexplicable reason, my lady cousin has not nominated me for congress, and, oddly enough, the undlscrlmlnating multitude were not cheering for me; the artillery was not In acuta to celebrate me; the band was not playing to do me honor. Why should I ride In the midst of a procesahm that knows me not? Why should I enthrone me In an open l>arouche, with four white horses to draw It and draped with silken flags? Since these things were not for me, 1 flew to your side to dissemble my spleen under the licensed prattle of a cousin." "Then who is with him?" "The population of this portion of Indiana, I take It." "Oh, it's all right," said the Judge, leaning back to speak to Helen. "Keating and Smith and your father are to ride in the carriage with him. You needn't be afraid of any of them letting < him know that H. F is bee is a lady. I ifiveryDoay understands aooui uui. ui course they know ifs to be left to you I to break it to him bow a girl baa ran- i his paper." The old gentleman chuckled and look- i ed out of the corner of his eye at his ] daughter, whose expression was In- i acru table. "1!" cried Helen. HI tell him! No < one must tell him. He need never know < If I Briscoe reached back and patted ber j cheek. "How long do yon suppose he i will be here in Plattvllle without Its leaking out?" i "But when they kept watch over bim for months nobody told him." "Ah," said Briscoe, "but this Is different" ] "No, no, nor* she exclaimed. "It must be kept from him somehow." , "He'll know it by tomorrow; so you i better tell him this evening." "This evening?" "Yes; you'll have a good chance." < "I will?" ( "He's coming to supper with us?he 1 tnd your father, of course, and Keating 1 and Bence and Bo swell and Smith and i Tom Martin and Llge. We're going to ] have a big time, with you and Minnie ! to do the honors, and we're all coming < into town afterward for the fireworks, ; and I'll let him drive you in the pbae-1 i ton. You'll have plenty of chances to I i talk It over wltb him and tell him all about it" --Hclgn gave a little gasp. '4NererP she crietb- "Never!" The buckboffro- stepped on the Herald corner, and here ""Mid a long M>?tn street the line of vehicles wiilc*-fcad followed it from the station took positfoua, to await the parade The square-was * almost a solid mass of bunting, and the north entrance of the courthouse had been decorated wltb streamers and flags so as to make a-sort of stand. Hither the. crowd tgas already streaming and hither the procession made its way. At Intervals the gun boomed from the station, and Schofields' Henry was winnowing the air with his belL Nobody had a better time that day than Schofields' Henry, except old Wilkerson, 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 Bardlock. Then followed the Harkless club of Amo. led by Boswell, with, the magnanimous Halloway 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 feu a pang 01 pity and unreasoning remorse, which warned her that he who loo tea upon politics when It Is red must steel his eyes to see many a man with the heartburn. After the men of Amo came the Harkless club of Gainesville, Mr. Bence In'the van with the step of a grenadier. There followed next Mr. Ephralm Watts, bearing a light wand In his band and leading a detachment | of workers from the oil field in their stained blue overalls and blouses, and after them came Mr. Martin and Mr. Landls at the head of an organization recognized in the "order of procession" i printed in the Herald as "the business t men of Plattville." The band played in < such magnificent time that every high ? stepping foot In all the line came down a with the same jubilant plunk and lift- t ed again with a unanimity as complete t as that of the last vote the convention t had takeu that day. The leaders of the i procession set a brisk pace, and who t could have set any other kind of a pace t when on parade to the strains of such 1 a band playing such a tune as "A New Coon In Town" with all Its might and 1 main? i But as the line swung into the square s there came a moment when the tune t was ended and the musicians paused \ for breath and there fell comparative g quiet Among the ranks of the "business men" ambled Mr. Wilkerson, sing- i lng at the top of his voice, and now he s could be beard distinctly enough for a those near him to distinguish the mel ody wltb which It was bis Intention to I favor the public: s "Glory, glory, halleluiah! c As we go marching on." t The words, the air, that hnsky voice, recalled to the men of Carlow another r day and another procession not like tills one. And the song Wilkerson was t singing Is the one song every northern t born American knows and can sing. The leader of the band caught the \ sound, signaled to his men, twenty In- f struments rose as one to twenty t mouths, the snare drum rattled, the big o drum crashed, the leader threw his t baton high over, bis -head, and music c burst from twenty brazen throats: "Glory, glory, halleluiah!" u Instantaneously the whole procession ^ began to sing the refrain, and the peo- I pie In the street and those in the wagons and carriages and those leaning from the windows Joined with one 1 lerald. They wertc? "VS behind them Helen sred barouche aod dde him eat John.fc^^^B^H lead bared. 8be He was standing rf her and Minnie lug. Meredith bad >ack seat and was na^H^^H it g cigarette. "Sinfi^^^^H sled to him exdtedro|^^^^B should be ashaa^B answered, and dranflj^^^^H ind began to Body" with all his str^M the seised bl> lim, and over the a hill soprano rose, ?ower in Tin barouche roUe&<^^^^H tnd is it passed Hggtt^^^H >ent a sadden gase the backboard, iras in his eyes glimpse of a vague, i dassle of gold, ilong and oat of ri rtreet "Olorr. dorjr. Glory, flory. Glory, glory, At we go sUrig^H^B The barouche stopp courthouse, and Hart lane they made fdr 1 fifl When be turned totb ? began to cheer agaii^S^^^H w< for them to qaieftiR^^H "W e can't bear hla%||j^^H laid Briscoe. Meredith, sapposa yoO M closer in; 111 stay "He's a great maOT^^^H Uth said to HeleiiJaj|M^^H rat ot the bockboa Ing to realise tbatfMP^^HH fellow I'\e been treemj^^^fl ill day long." "Y *, he is a gtm^^B nrerxl. "This Is "Tliafa pralt awhile, and (Washington and neki when we The gentleman rohn Harkless ikng, yonngjrtOfl^^^^^H Crceslng the str^^^^^^H nbb- L 8 he was Tea with, the itUl mechanically cerchlef with her Hfoir she said, nd^H^H Kkmsty Hotter the >ric. "There was [ grew faint and don't mind your see^^^^w mar everybody up tlw steps and lame." John Harfcleaa lod^^^^^H ittentlve, earnest Idndly eyes of the ?le, and as he reeorrtng to blm tha^^^^^H 1m bad dreaded Chess were the *geybeeejrho^^^^^* mlt to keep his throat clear. the steps (nor cool^^^^HH Maihate In I Inn f' hare made way fragments reached remembered. have coma nan needs to fitil jr to be Bet upon realise that nlne-te^^^^^^H Samaritan?and> thfl^^^HH no b aay or too IgnBj^^HH lere the realises It linen or wonnds tgK^^^^B tnd If he doei awB^^W n congress. TherBU^^^^B Washington so tor au I shall be. to stand for fearlGS^^^^B aess. Too have roaders to the penltt^^^^^H ibly each of as jolltidans who onghil^^^^B When the term lsB^^^^B to take the first to the place for a ire where people other and where fashioned way of '^H^ F^ placed they don't \ ' 7 nto It as we da [ have today?to lare come home." 'B^B' ^ T< TO BE Cfrfer' M The Law Aoain?B jslhrb^bi iATiom.?"Talking ati||eeQ|B he future contract tnriMSKSK0| >t North .Carolina's hot^BHjlQ ible judges, to an J aHgBHB hort time ago seve sB^BBfl rere charging grant 11TA nAntln/>f. arvl_ UlK^^H hat this has ceaaeXfU vhere presentments here is very little d K:ute. Have yon. I s SO? ''Some of the papstgl^H^^^H t, and usually > withlHJ^^I eai reason is mat in 10 defective that it ill JW ^^B ilble to convict, andijj villintr to have the a| raging* in a show fight j^R "Under the law ak|(^B^^B vho makes a future Lble, and exempts vhen impossible us he .cannot :onstit ption.fr testi^^^^^^B era which will tend^^^^^H| law should eapec.. "Again the contra^^^^B^B nto their face racts, provide "Lei the statute vhen delivery there^^^^^^^^^H settlement the difference >e facie ite a provision lence coun^^^^^^^B ?rty charged."? jar in 1888 therT^^^^^H Jews in JelB