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cs < >i? ?i? 'I* "i* ?I? 'M* $ * 'i* ? * 'HHW^I^K^H^^H^ ? -:>e?*se???????*??ca??eoee9 o? ???oe ooo o oe co oe s o o ?o ?o se ?> . fr'H***** ? * 'I' * ?I? ?fr ? ?HHH"fr* * * 'I* * * ?>4^H^fr?*HM$*?^H^???^?^ . * li CfAe Gentleman ll! s From Indiana ? :|;$ B.K SOOTH TAHKIS?GTOS* |;| HFJJ --?-?--_ *.* Copyright. 1899. by T>oubIeday tSL McClure Co. \Z% Copyright. 1902. by McClure. Th?IItpj Co. "Warren Sm?Of seized one or his :ands and Briscoe the other. "What ?oes. it mean!" cried Warren. "It means that you were nominated for congress at five minutes after 1 o'clock this afternoon I" ? *"On the second ballot," shouted the 3uQge, "just as young Fisbee planned It weeks aga" **??**? It was one of the great crowds of Carlow's history. Since noon an at most miintermittent procession of pe? destrians and vehicles had been making its way to the station, and every wag? on, buckboard, buggy and "cut under" fea? its flags or bunting or streamer of ribbons tied to the whip. The excite? ment increased as the time grew short? er. Everybody was struggling for a f etter position. The people Tn "wagons sud'carriages stood upon the seats, and tue pedestrians besieged them, climbing ca the wheels or balancing recklessly vith feet on the hubs of opposite wag? ons! Everybody was bound to see him. When the whistle announced the com? ing of the train the band began to play, 'he cannon fired, horns blew and the cheering echoed and re-echoed till heav eafs vault resounded with the noise >e people of Carlow were making. There was one heart that almost ? copped beating. Helen was standing ci tiie front seat of the Briscoe buck? board, with Minnie beside her, and at < he 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 ""hat Minnie clutched her round the waist to keep her from falling. Her oyes were fixed intently on the smoke of the faraway engine, and her hand, fted to her ' face in an uncertain, tremulous fashion, as it was one day in a circus tent, was laid against the deepest blush that ever mantled a girl's cheek. When the train reached the p':aiform ^sf?e saw Briscoe and the oth? ers rush into the bunting covered car, . and there ensued what was to her an most intolerable pahse of expecta? tion while the crowd assaulted the win? dows of the smoker, leaping up and climbing on each other's shoulders to -catch the first glimpse of him Briscoe -.nd a red faced young man (a stranger to Plattville) came down the steps, laughing like boys, and then Keating und Bence, and then Warren Smith. As the lawyer reached the platform he tv. rued toward the door of the car and waved his hand as in welcome. "Here "fee is, boys!" he shouted, v M that it was as if all the noise that ?tad gone-before had been mere leak ^eot pent up enthusiasm. A thousand lioms blared deafeningly; the whistle of the locomotive and that of Hib rd's mill were added to the din; the lrthouse bell was pealing out a wel c.aae, and the church bells were ring? ing; the cannon thundered, and then cheer on cheer shock the air as John Harkless came out under the flags and passed down the steps of the car. When Helen saw him over the heads of the people and through heaving tu? ri: alt of flags and hats and handker? chiefs she suddenly gave a frightened glance about her and jumped down from her high perch and sank into the back seat of the buckboard, with her burning face turned from the station and her eyes fixed on the ground. She Vv-anted to run away, as she had run from him the first time she ever saw rim, and then, as now, he came in tri? umph, hailed by the plaudits of his fel "It mean* tiuxt you reen: nominated for c> H yr cm ! ' lows, and now. as on that long- depart? ed day of her voa:;- girlhood, he was ' orne high over the heads of the poo? le, for Minnie cried to her to look - hey were carrying him on their shoul : ers to his carriage. She had had only .hat brief glimpse of him before he vas lost in the crowd that was so glad io get him back again and so proud of um; but she had seen that he looked very white and solemn. Briscoe brought Tom Meredith : brough the crowd and put him in the buckboard beside Helen. "All right. Jge!" called the judge to Willetts, who vas at the horses' heads. "You go get nto line with the boys; they want you. -Ve'll go down on Main street to see he parade," he explained, gathering he reins in his hand. ! /"Dia yo? l?n"h?m about Mr. E way?" asked Helen, leaning for anxiously. "Warren told him before we lef cai*," answered Briscoe "He'd declined on the spot, I expect h hadn't made him sure it was all ! with Kedge." ' "If I understood what Mr. Smith saying, Halloway must have heh; very well," said Meredith. The judge laughed. "He saw it the only way to beat McCune, and have given his life and Harkless', rather than let McCune have it." "Why did you leave Mr. Harkle Helen asked her cousin, her eyes meeting his. "My dear girl," he replied, "beca for some inexplicable reason, my '. cousin has not nominated me for gress, and, oddly enough, the ui eriminjjting multitude were not ct j ing for me; the artillery was not in rion to celebrate me; the band was playing todo me honor. "Why shot; ride in the midst of a procession' knows me. not? Why should I ilnone me in an open barouche, * four white horses to draw it and dv2 rriih silken flags? Since these th: were not for m?, I flew to your sid dissemble my spleen under the licer prattle of a cousin." "Then who is with him?" "The population of this portion of j diana, I take it." ? "Oh, it's all right" said the juc leaning back to speak to Helen. "K< ing and Smith and your father art ride in the carriage with him. 1 needn't be afraid of any of them lett him know that H. Fisbee is a la Everybody understands about that course they know it's to be left to 2 to break it to him how a girl has 1 his paper." The old gentleman chuckled and lo ed out of the corner of his eye at daughter, whose ?xpression was scrutable. "1!" cried Helen. "I tell him! one must tell liim. He need never km it." Briscoe reached back and patted 1 cheek. "How long do you suppose will be here in Plattville without leaking out?" "But when they kept watch 0*; him for months nobody told him." "Ah," said Briscoe, "but this is d ferent" "No, no, no!" she exclaimed. *' must be kept from him somehow." "He'll know it by tomorrow; so y< better tell him this evening." "This evening?" "Yes; you'll have a good chance." "I will?" "He's coming to supper with us-1 and your father, of course, and Keatii and Bence and Boswell and Smith ai Tom Martin and Lige. We're going have a big time, with you and Minn to do the honors, and we're all comii into town afterward for the firework and I'll let him drive you in the pha ton. You'll have plenty of chancres talk it over with him and tell him a about it" Helen gave a little gasp. "Never she cried. "Xever!" The buckboard stopped on the He ? aid corner, and here and along Mai I street the line of vehicles which had fo j lowed it from the station took positioi to await the parade. The square vrt almost a solid mass of bunting, an the north entrance of the courthoui had been decorated with streamers an flags so as to make a sort of sta rn Hither the crowd was already streau ing and hither the procession made it way. At intervals the gun boome from the station, and Schofields* Henr was winnowing the air with his bel Nobody had a better time that day tha Schofields' Henry, except old Wilkel son, who was with the procession. In advance came the boys, whoopin; and somersaulting, and behind ther rode a band of mounted men. sittin: their torses like cavalrymen, led by th sheriff and his deputy and Jim Bard .eel:. Then followed the Harkless clu? j of Arno, led by Boswell, with the mag nanimous Halloway himself marchin:, in the ranks, and at sight of this tia p: G]>le shouted like madmen. But whet iic-Ieus eye fell upon Halioway's fat ?..i :;:...!. unhappy fa ec she felt a pang o: and unreasoning remorse, wilie! warned her that he who looks upc: politics when it is red must steel hi: fyes to se-j many a man with the hear* burn. After the men of Arno came th; L-Iarkless club cf Gainesville, Mr Bence in the van with the step of :: errenaciier. There followed next Mr. Ephraim Watts, bearing a light wand in his hand and leading a detachment ol' workers from the oil held in their stained blue overalls and blouses, and .'i> y them came Mr. Martin and Mr La ni."is at the head of an organization reccgnized in the "order of procession" printed in the Herald as "the business men of Plattville." The band played in such magnificent time that every high stepping foot in all the line came down with tin? same jubilant plunk and lift? ed again with a unanimity as complete as that of the last vote the convention had taken that day. The leaders of the procession set a brisk pace, and who could have set any other kind of a pace when on parade to the strains of such a band playing such a tune as "A New Coon in Town" with all its might and main ': Pan as the line swung into the square there came a moment when the tune was ended an? Tue musicians pa for breath and there fell compare quiet Among the ranks of the "1 ness men" ambled Mr. Wilkerson, s ing at the top of his voice, and no\ could be heard distinctly enough those near him to distinguish the ody with which it was his intentio favor the public: "Glory, glory, halleluiah! As we go marching on." The -words, the air, that husky v< ! recalled to the men of Carlow* ano j day and another procession not like ? one. And the song Wilkerson singing is the one song every nortl ! born American knows and can s j The leader of the band caught sound, signaled to his men, twenty struments rose as ose to tw< mouths, the snare drum rattled, the drum crashed, the leader threw baton high over his head, and rn burst from twenty brazen throats: "Glory, glory, halleluiah!" Instantaneously the whole process began to sing the refrain, and the ] pie in the street and those in wagons and carriages and those li ing from the windows joined with accord. The ringing bells caught time of the song, and the upper reverberated in the rhythm. The Hfcrkless club of Car! wheeled into Main street, 200 strc 1 with their banners and transparenc Lige Willetts rode at their head, J ! behind him strode William Todd ? ! Parker and Ross Schofield and K< j Tibbs and Hartley Bowlder, and e ? Bud Tipworthy hf ld a place in ranks through his connection with Herald. They were all singing, ? behind them Helen saw the flag c j ?red barouche and her father, and gide him sat John Harkless, with head bared. She glanced at Brise He was standing on the seat in fr< of her and Minnie and both were si: ing. Meredith had climbed upon 1 back seat and was nervously lum bli at a cigarette. "Sing, Tom!" the ? cried to him excitedly. "I should be ashamed not to," answered, and dropped the cigare and began to sing "John Brow Body" with all his strength. With tl she seized his hand, sprang up besi him, and over the swelling chorus 1 full soprano rose, lifted with all t power in her. The barouche rolled into the squa and as it passed Harkless turned a bent a sudden gaze upon the group the buckboard, but the western s was in his eyes and he only caught glimpse of a vague, bright shape a: a dazzle of gold, and he was bor along and out of view down the singh street "Glory, glory, halleluiah! Glory, glory, halleluiah! Glory, glory, halleluiah! As we go marching on." The barouche stopped in front of i courthouse, and Harkless passed up lane they made for him to the step When he turned to them to speak, tb< began to cheer again, and he had wait for them to quiet down. "We can't hear him from over here said Briscoe. "We're too far off. M Meredith, suppose you take the ladii closer in; I'll stay with the horses." . "He's a great man, isn't he?" Mer dith said to Helen as he handed h? out of the buckboard. "I've been tr; ing to realize that he's the same ol fellow I've been treating so familiar] all day long." "Yes, he is a great man," she ai swered. "This is only the beginning." "That's true," said Briscoe. "Onl wait awhile, and we'll all go on 1 Washington and get a thrill down ot backs when we hear the speaker sa: The gentleman from Indiana,' and se John Harkless rise to speak. But burr j along, young people." Crossing the street they met Mis Tibbs. She was wiping her streamin eyes with the back of her left hand an still mechanically waving her ham kerchief with her right "Isr/'t it beal tifulV" she said, not _?easing to uncor sciously flutter The little square of can bric. "There was such a throng tha I grew faint and had to come away, don't mind your seeing me cry. Brett, near everybody cried when he walkei up the steps and we saw that he wa lame." John Harkless looked down upon th attentive, earnest faces and into th kindly eyes of the Hoosier country pee pie, and as he spoke the thought kep recurring to him that this was the plan he had dreaded to come back to; tha these were the people he had wished t< leave, these who gave him evcrythin: they had to give, and this made it ililli cult to keep his tones steady and hi: throat clear. Helen stood so far fron the steps (nor could she be induced iv penetrate farther, though they wou'.i have made way for her) that onl} fragments reached her, but these slu remembered. "I have come home. Ordinarily :i man needs to fall sick by the wayside or to be set upon by thieves in order t; realize that nine-tenths of tho world ii Samaritan-and the other tenth cnlj too busy or too ignorant to be. Down herc he realizes it with no necessity oi illness or wounds io make him know it. and if he does get hurt you send him to congress. There will be no other in Washington so proud of what he stands for as I shall be. To represent you is to stand for fearlessness, honor, kind? ness. You have sent all of the Cross roaders to the penitentiary, but prob? ably each of us is acquainted with politicians who ought to be sent there. When thc term is over I shall waar to take the first train home. This is the place for a man who likes to live where people are kind to each other and where they have the old fashioned way of saying 'home;' other places they don't sfcem to get so much into it as we do. And to come home as I have today-to see the home faces I have come home." CHAPTER XV. S? j T was 5 o'clock when Harkless jjg 1 climbed the stairs to the Her 5S??5f aid office, and his right arin IgggggJ and hand were aching ami ... . T.oss l.fiiOiA'-.Ci was tut1 o my .;:? in lia- editorial room, and ti .v;:s nothing in his anpearance -Lo::].! have caused a man to start rail back from the doorway, but i is*what John did. '-What's the nan Mr. Harkless?" cried Ross, burri forward with a fear that the ci had boen suddenly re-seized by ?llu "What are those?" asked Hark] with a gesture of his hand that see] to include the entire room. "Those?" repeated Ross, staring bli ly. "Those rosettes - these streamer that stovepipe-all this blue ribbon Ress turned tale. "Ribbon?'' he f inquiringly. "Ribbon?" He seei unable to perceive the decorations ferred to. "Yes," answered John. "These settes on the chairs, that band, and' "Oh!" Ross answered. "That?" fingered the band on the stovepipe if he saw it for the first time. -*5 I see." . "But what's it for?" "Why-it's-it's likely meant fer c orations." "It seems to have been here sc time." "It has. I reckon it's most due to called in. It's be'n up ever sene sence" "Who put it up, Ross?" "We did." "What for?" Ross was visibly embarrassed. "W r-fcr-fer tho other editor." "For Mr. Fisbee?" "Land, no! You don't suppose wi go to nil that work and bother to bri< en things up for that old gentleim do you?' "I meant young Mr. Fisbee. He the other editor, isn't he?" "Oh!" said Ross. "Young Mr. F bee? Yes: we put 'em up fer him." "You did? Did be appreciate them J "Well, he-seemed to-kind of li I 'em." "Where is he now? I came here find him." "He's gone." "Gone? Hasn't he been here this a: ernoon ?" "Yes: som*? the time. Come in a: stayed dunn' the leevy you was holdi and saw the extry off all right." "When will he be back?" "Sence it's be'n a daily he gits he by S after supper, but don't syiy ve; late. Old Mr. Fisbee and Partier lo( after whatever comes in then, unie it's something special. He'll likely 1 here by half past S at the farthest off "I can't wait till then. I've be< wanting to see him every minute sin I got in, and he hasn't been near m Nobody could even point him out to m Where has he gone? I want to see hi: now." "Want to discharge him again?" sai a voice from the door, and, turnin they saw that Mr. Martin stood thei observing them. "2\o," said Harkless. "I want to giv him the Herald. Do you know whet he is?" Mr. Martin stroked his beard delil erately. "The person you speak ( hadn't ought to be very hard to find i Carlow, and-well, maybe when foun you'll want to put a kind of a codie to that deed to the Herald. The con mittee was reckless enough to hire tba carriage of yours by the day, and Keai ing and Warren Smith are sitting in i up at the corner with their feet on th cushions to show how used they ar to riding around with four white horse every day in the week. It's waitin; till you're ready to go out to Briscoes' There's an hour before supper time, an< you can talk to young Fisbee all yoi want. He's out there." The first words Warren Smith spok< had lifted the veil of young Fisbee': duplicity; had shown John with wha fine intelligence and supreme delicacy and sympathy young Fisbee had work ed for him, had understood him ant had made him. If the open attack 01 McCune had been made and the damna tory evidence published in Harkless own paper while Harkless himself was a candidate and rival he would have felt dishonored. The McCune papers could have been used for Halloway's benefit, but not for his own, and young Fisbee had understood and had saved Lim. It was a point of honor that many would have held finical and inconsist? ent, but one that young Fisbee had comprehended was vital to Harkless. And this was the man he had dis? charged like a dishonest servant, the man~""who "had "thrown "what (in "Carlow eyes) was riches into his lap, the man who had made his paper and who had made him and saved him. Harkless wanted to see young Fisbee as he long? ed to see only one other person in the world. As the barouche drove up to the brick house he made out through the treas a retreative flutter of skirts on tho porch, and the thought crossed his mind that Minnie had ilown indoors to give some final directions toward the preparation of the banquet. But when the barouche halted at tho gate he was surprised to see her waving to him from the steps, while Tom Meredith and Mr. Bence and Mr. Boswell formed a little court around her. Lige Willetts rode up on horseback at the same mo? ment, and the judge was waiting in front of the gate. Harkless stepped out cf the barouche and took his hand. "I was told young Fisbee was here." i "Young Fisbee is here." said the judge. Mr. Fisbee came around the corner of the house and went toward Hark? less. "Fisbee." cried the latter, "when1 is your nephew?" The old man took his hand in both his own and looked him between the eves and thus stood while there was a long pause, the others watching them. "You must not say that I told you," he said at last. "Go into the garden." But when Harkless' step crunched j tho garden there was no one there, j Asters were blooming in beds between the green rosebushes, and their many lingered hands were Hung open in wide surprise that he should expect to find young Fisbee there. It was just .before -? I HM ll ? III ???111.Il ll-.Bl ll- lllMlliLMni sunset. Birds were gossiping in tl sycamores on the bank. At the foot < +he garden, near the creek, there we: some tall hydrangea bushes, ??OAV laden, and beyond them one bros shaft of sun smote the creek bends fi a mile in that flat land and crossed tl garden like a bright, taut drawn ve Harkless passed the bushes and ste ped out into this gold brilliance. T2w he uttered a cry and stopped. Heh was standing beside the hyd range; with both Lands pressed to her fa? and her eyes cast on the ground. SI had nm away as far as she could ru There were high fences extend?] down to the creek on each side, and tl water was beyond. .'You'/' he said. "You! You!" She did not lift her eyes, but beg: to move away from him with litt backward steps. When she reacia the bench on the bank she spoke wil a quick intake of breath and in a voi< he almost failed to hear, the mere whisper, and her words came so slcv ly that sometimes minutes separate them. "Can you-will you keep me-c the Herald?" "Keep you" He came near her. "I don't unde stand, ls lt you-you-who ?ire her again?" "Have you forgiven me? You knot -now-why I wouldn't resign? Yo forgive my-that telegram?)' "What telegram ?" -The one that came to you-tili ?norning." "Your telegram?" "Yes." "Did you send me ene?" "Yes." "It dal not come to me." "Yes- it did." "But-what was it about?" "It was signed." she said: "it wa 6'gned"- She paused and turned hai away, not lifting the downcast ?asbef Her lin nd. resting upon the back of th bench, was shaking. Sbejiut it bohjni her. Then her eyes were lifted a little and. though they did not meet his. b saw them, and a glory sprang into be ing in his heart. lier voice feil Stil iower. and two heavy tears rolled dowi her cheeks. "It was signed," she wbis pered. "it was signed-*H. Fisbee.' " He began to tremble from head fc foot. There was a long silence. Sba had turned full away from him. Whei he spoke his voice was as low as hers and he spoke as slowly * as she had "You mean-then-then it i was-you?" "Yes." "Youl" "Yes." "And you-you have-you have beet here all the time?" "All-all except the week-you wen -hurt." The bright veil that wrapped then was drawn away, and they stood in tin quiet, gathering dusk. He tried t< loosen his neckband: it seemed to bi choking him. "I-I can't-? don't com prebend it. I am trying to realiz; what it all means." "It means nothing," she answered. "There was an editorial yesterday he said, "an editorial that I though was about Rodney McCune. Did yot write it?" "Yes." "It was about-me-wasn't it?" "Yes " "It said-it said that-that I had wor the-the-love of every person in Car? low county." Suddenly she found her voice. "Dc not misunderstand me," she said rapid ly. "I have done the little that I have done out of gratitude." She faced him now, but without meeting his eyes. "I owed you more gratitude than a wom? an ever owed a man before, I think, and I would have died to pay a part of it." "What gratitude did you owe me?" "What gratitude? For what you did for my father." "I have never seen your father in my life." "Listen. My father is a gentle old man with white hair and kind eyes. My name is my uncle's. He and my aunt have been good to me as a father and mother since I was seven years old. and they gave me their name by law. and I lived with them. My fa? ther came to see me once a year; I nev? er came to see him. He always told me everything was well with him, that his life was happy, and I thought it was easier for him not having me to take care of. he has been so poor ever since I was a child. Once he lost the little he had left to him in the world.1 his only way of making his living. Ile had no friends: he was hungry and desper? ate, and he wandered. I was dancing and going about wearing jewels-only I did not know. All the time the brave lien rt wrote nie happy letters. I should have known, for there was one who did and who saved him. When at last 1 came to see my father he told me-he had written of his idol before, but it was not till 1 came that he told it all to me. I>o you knew what I felt? While his da tighter was dancing co? tillons a stranger had taken his hand and-and"- A sob rose in her throat and checked her utterance for a mo? ment, but she threw up her head proud? ly. "Gratitude, Mr. Harkless!" she cried. "I am James Fisbee's daugh? ter!" Ile fell back from the bench with a sharp exclamation and stared at her through the gray twilight. She went on hurriedly, still not looking at him "I wanted to do something to show you that 1 could be ashamed of my vile neglect of him-something to show you Iiis daughter could be grateful- and it has been such ?lear, happy work, rjie little I have done, that it stvms. after j all, that I have done it for love of my? self. It is what I had always wanted to do-to earn a living for myself, te live with my fri her. When I came here, my aunt and uncle were terribly afraid I would stay with. him. It was to prevent this that they determined to go abroad, and my fa iher said I must go back to them. Then you were were hurt, and he needed me so much j he let me stay. When you-wheu j you told me"-?Le broke orr with a strange, fluttering, half inarticulate lit? tle laugh that was half tears and rhen resumed in another tone-"when you told me you cared that night-that night of the storm-how could I be sure? It had been only two days, you see. und even if I con ld have been sure of myself-why. I couldn't have toid ! you. Oh. I had so brazenly thrown my? self at your head time and again those two days in my-my worship of your goodness to my father and my excite? ment in recognizing in his friend the hero of my girlhood that you had ev? ery right to think I cared; but if-but if I had-if I had-loved you with my whole soul I could not have-why, no woman could have-I mean the sort of girl 1 am-couldn't have admitted it must have denied it. Do you think that thon 1 could have answered 'Yes.' even if I had wanted to-even if I had been sure of myself? And now'*- Her voice sank again to a whisper. "And now" "And now?" he said tremulously. She gave a hurried glance from rieht to left and from left to right, like one in ter? ror socking a way of escape; she gath? ered hor skirts in her hand as if to run into the garden, but suddenly she turn? ed .-md ran. to him. She threw her arms about his neck and kissed him on the forehead. When they heard the judge calling from the orchard they went back through the garden toward thc house. lt was dark. The whitest asters were 1 ,iit gray splotches. There was no one in The orchard. Briscoe had gone in? doors. "Did you know you are to drive me into town in the phaeton for the fire? works :" she asked. "Fireworks?" "Yes. Thc great Ila ri: loss has come hom?." Even in the darkness he could soe the look thc vision had given him when the barouche turned into the square. She smiled upon hi::: and said, "All afternoon I was wishing I could have been your mother." He clasped her hand more tightly. "This ' wonderful world!" . he cried. 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