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hut as the 11:' swung into tho square
there oame a niomeiit when the tune
was eniletl and the niusleians paused
for breath anil there fell comparative
quiet. Among the ranks of the "busi
ness iik'ii" ambled Mr. Wilkcrsnu, slug
inir at the top of his voice, and now he
could he heard distinctly enough for
those near him to distinguish the mel
ody with which It was his Intention to
favor the public:
"Glory. Klery. halleluiah!
As we go murcliliiK on."
The words, the air, that husky voice,
recalled to the men of Carlow another
day ami another procession not like this
one. And the song Wilkersou was
liming Is the one song every northern
born American knows and can sing.
The leader of the band caught the
Bound, signaled to his men, twenty In
struments rose as one to twenty
mouths, the snare drum rattled, the big
drum crashed, the leader threw his
baton high over his head, and music
burst from twenty brazen throats:
"Glory, Rlory, halleluiah!"
Ytitiiifitiiiiitjlt tint ttOutlii nfnnnuulnn
ulti ll Kiitvw ii.iiJt wivr i Hint imui.7iuii
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pie In the street and those in the
wasrons and carriages and those lean
ing from the windows Joined with one
accord. The ringing bells caught the
time of the song, and the upper air
reverberated in the rhythm.
The Murkiest club of Carlow
wheeled into Main street, 200 strong,
with their banners and transparencies.
Llge Wliletts rode at their head, und
behind him strode William Todd and
Parker and Hoss Seholield und Newt
Tibbs and Hartley howlder, and oven
Bud Tlpworthy held a place in the
ranks through his connection with the
Herald. They were all singing, and
behind them Helen saw the tlag cov
ered barouche and her father, and be
side him sat John Markless, with his
head bared. She glanced at hrlscoe.
He was standing on the seat in front
of her and Minnie and both were el us
ing. Meredith had climbed upon the
back seat and was nervously fumbling
at a cigarette. "Sing, Tom!" the girl
cried to him excitedly.
"I should be ashamed not to," ho
towered, and dropped the clgatetto
und began to sing "John Rrown's
Body" with all his strength. With that
she seized ills hand, sprang up beside
him, and over tho swelling chorus her
full soprano rose, lifted with all the
power in her.
The barouche rolled Into the square,
and as It passed Harkless turned and
bent a sudden gaze upon the group in
the buckboard, but the western sun
was In his eyes and lie only caught u
glimpse of a vague, bright shape and
a dazzle of gold, and lie was borne
along and out of view down the singing
street.
"Glory, glory, lmllelulnhl
Glory, Klury, halleluiah!
Ulnry, Blory, halleluiah!
As we mo murchlug on."
The barouche stopped In front of tho
courthouse, and Harkless passed up a
luue they made for hint to the steps.
"When he turned to them to speak, they
began to cheer again, and he had to
wait for them to quiet down.
"We can't hear hlui from over here,"
aaid Hrlscoe. "We're too far off. Mr.
Meredith, suppose you tato the ladles
closer in; I'll stay with the horses."
"He's a great man, Isn't lie'.'" Mere
dith said to Helen as he handed her
out of the buckboard. "I've, been try
ing to realize that he's the same old
fellow I've been treating so familiarly
all day long."
"Yes, he Is a great man," she an
swered. "This is only the beginning."
"That's true," said Hrlscoe. "Only
wait awhile, and we'll all go on to
Washington and get a thrill down our
backs when we hear the speaker say,
'The gentleman from Indiana,' and see
John Harkless rise to speak. Hut hurry
along, young people."
Crossing the street, they met Miss
Tlbbs. She was wiping her streaming
eyes witli the back of her left hand and
still mechanically waving her hand
kerchief with her right. "Isn't it beau
tiful ?" she said, not ceasing to uncon
sciously flutter the little square of cam
bric. "There was such a throng that
I grew faint and had to come away. I
don't mind your seeing mo cry. Pretty
near everybody cried when he walked
up the steps und we saw that ho was
lame."
John Hurtilc.-s looked down upon the
attentive, earnest faces und into the
klndlv eyes of the Moosler country peo
ple, and' as he spoke tho thought kept
recurring to him that tills was the place
ho had dreaded to come back to; that
these were the people he had wished to
leave, these who gave him everything
they had to give, and this made It dllll-
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niitf in keen" hfs tones steady and his
throat clear. Helen stood so far from
the steps (nor could she be induced to
penetrate farther, though they would
have made way for her) that only
fragments reached her, but these she
remembered.
"I have come home. Ordinarily a
man needs to fall sick by the wayside
or to be set upon by thieves In order to
realize that nine-tenths of the world Is
Samarltan-and the other tenth only
too busy or too Ignorant to be. Down
here he realizes It with no necessity of
Illness or wounds to make him know It,
nud if he does get hurt you send lilm
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
readers to the penitentiary, but prob
ably each of us is acquainted with
politicians who ought to be sent there.
When the term is over 1 shall want
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
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l,luws l" (lo l S00m t0 ut S0 mUvh
1 Into it as we do. And to come home as
I have today to see the home faces 1
have come home."
CHAPTER XV.
T was 5 o clock when Harkless
climbed the stairs to the Her
ald ollice, and his right arm
and hand were aching and
limp. Ross Schollold was the only per
son In the editorial room, and there
was nothing In his appearance that
should have caused n man to start and
fall back from the doorway, but that
is what John did. "What's the matter,
Mr. Harkless?" cried Ross, hurrying
forward with a fear that the other
bad been suddenly re-seized by illness.
"What are those?" asked Harkless,
with a gesture of his hand that seemed
to include the entire room.
"Those V" repeated Ross, staring blank
ly. "Those rosettes these streamers
that stovepipe all this blue ribbon?"
Ross turned tale. "Ribbon?" he said
inquiringly. "Ribbon?" Ho seemed
unable to perceive the decorations re
ferred to.
"Yes." answered John. "These ro
ettes on the chairs, that band, and"
"Oil!" Ross answered. "That?" He
fingered the band on the stovepipe as
if lie saw It for the first time. "Yes;
I see."
"Hut what's It for?"
"Why-it's-lt's likely meant for dec
orations." "It seems to have been here some
time."
"It has. I reckon It's most due to bo
called In. It's be'u up ever seuco
ence"
Who put It up, Ross?"
""We i)M."
What for?"
Ross was visibly embarrassed. "Wbj
-fer fer the other editor."
"For Mr. Flsbee ?"
"Land, no! You don't suppose we't
go to all that work and bother to brisk
en things up for that old gentleman
'do you?'
"I meant young Mr. Flsbee. He I
the other editor, isn't he?"
"Oh!" said Ross. "Young Mr. Pis
bee? Yes; we put em up fer him."
"You did? Did he appreciate them?'
"Well, he-seemed to-kind of lik
'em."
"Where Is lie now? I came here U
find him."
"He's gone."
"Gone? Hasn't he been here tills aft
ernoon?"
"Yes; soire) the time. Come in am,
toyed durlu' the leevy you was lioldiu
ml saw the extry oil' all right."
"When will he be back?"
"Scnce It's bo'ii a dally he gits hcrt
by 8 after supper, but don't stay very
late. Old Mr. Flsbee and Parker looL
after whatever comes In then, unless
it's something special. He'll likely hi
bere by half past 8 at the farthest off."
"I can't wait till then. I've beei.
wanting to see him every minute since
I got in, ami he hasn't been near me.
Nobody could even point him out to me
Where has ho gone? I want to see him
now."
"Want to discharge him again?" said
voice from the door, and, turning,
key saw that Mr. Martin stood there
Viservlng them.
"No," saiil Harkless. "I want to give
him the Herald. Do you know when.
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Mr. Martin stroked his beard dellb
erntely. "The person you speak o(
hadn't ought to bo very hard to Und In
Carlow. and well, maybe when found
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you'll want to put a kind or a codicil
to that deed to the Herald. The com
mittee was reckless enough to hire that
carriage of yours by the day, and Keat
ing nud Warren Smith are sitting in it
up at the corner with their feet on the
cushions to show how used they are
to riding around with four white horse
every day In the week. It's waiting
till you're ready to go out to Hrlscoes'.
There's an hour before supper time, and
you can talk to young I'isbee all you
want. He's out there."
Tho llrst words Warren Smith spoke
had lifted the veil of young Flsbco's
duplicity; hud shown John with what
line Intelligence and supreme delicacy
and sympathy young I'isbee had work
ed for him, had understood him and
hnd made him, If the open attack on
MeCuno 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 McCuno papers
could have been used for llalloway's
benellt, but not for his own, and young
Flsbee had understood and had saved
him. It was a point of honor that many
would have held llnlcnJ and inconsist
ent, but one that young Flsbee hud
comprehended was vital to Harkless.
And tills was the man lie had dis
charged like a dishonest servant, tin;
man who had thrown what (In Carlow
eyes) was riches Into ills lap, the man
who had made his paper and who had
made him and saved him. Harkless
wanted to see young Fishee as he long
ed to see only one other person in the
world.
As the barouche drove tip to the
brick house he made out through the
trees a retrcatlve llutter of skirts on
the porch, and the thought crossed his
mind that Minnie had tlown Indoors
to give some Until directions toward the
preparation of the banqr.et. Hut when
the barouche halted at the gate he was
surprised to see her waving to him
from the steps, while Tom Meredith and
Mr. Hence and Mr. Hoswell formed a
little court around her. Llge Wliletts1
rode up on horseback at the same mo
meut, and the Judge was waiting In
front of the gate. Harkless stepped out
of the barouche and took ills hand. "I
was told young Flsbee was here."
"Young Flsbee Is here," said the
Judge.
Mr. Flsbee came around tho corner
of the house and went toward Hark
less. "Flsbee," cried the latter, "where
la your nephew?"
The old man took his hand In both
his own and looked him between the
eyes 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. "(So Into the garden."
Hut when Harkless' step crunched
the garden there was no one there.
Asters were blooming in beds between
the green rosebushes, and their many
lingered hands were Hung open in wide
Burprlse that he should expect to Mud
young Flsbee there. It was Just before
sunset. Hlrds were gossiping In the
sycamores on the bank. At the foot of
the garden, near the creek, there were
some tall hydrangea bushes, Mower
laden, and beyond them one broad
shaft of sun smote the creek bends for
a mile in that Hut land und crossed the
garden like a bright, taut drawn veil.
Harkless passed the bushes and step
ped out Into tills gold brilliance. Then
he uttered a cry and stopped. Helen
was standing beside the hydrangeas
with both hands pressed to her face
and her eyes cast on the ground. She
had run away as far as she could run.
There were high fences extending
fown to the creek on each side, and the
water was beyond.
"You!" he said. "You! You!"
She did not lift her eyes, but began
to move away from him with little
backward steps. When she reached
the bench on the bank she spoke with
a quick Intake of breath and In a voice
he almost failed to hear, the merest
whisper, and her words came so slow
ly that sometimes minutes separated
them. "Can you will you keep me on
the Herald?"
'Keep you"
He came near her. "I don't under
stand. Is ll yon -you who are her'
gain?"
"Have you forgiven me? You know
now why I wouldn't resign? You
forgive my that telegram?"
"What telegram?"
"The one that came to you this
morning."
"Your telegram?"
"Yes."
"Did you send me one?"
"Yes."
"It did not come to me."
"Yes-it did."
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"Hut-what was It about?"
"It was signed," she said; "it was
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away, not lining tho downcast lashes.
Her hand, resting upon the hack of the
bench, was shaking. She put it behind
her. Then her eyes were lifted a little,
and, though they did not meet his, he
I saw them, and a glory sprang Into be
ing In his heart. Her voice fell still
lower, and two heavy tears rolled down
her cheeks. "It was signed," she whis
pered, "It was signed 'II. Flshec.' "
Ho began to tremble from head to
foot. There was a long silence. Si o
cd Mill away irom mm. ueu
ho spoke his voice was as low us hers,
and he spoke us slowly us she hud.
"You mean theu-theu It wus you?"
i x's."
"lOUi"
"Yes."
"And you you have yon havo been
here all the time?"
"All-all except the week you were
-hurt."
The bright veil that wrapped them
was drawn away, and they stood in tho
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"you I" ho mid. "Ton"
quiet, gathering dusk. He tried to
loosen ids neckband; It seemed to be
choking him. "I 1 can't- 1 don't com
prehend it. I am trying to realize
what It all means."
"It means nothing," she answered.
"There was an editorial yesterday,"
be said, "an editorial that I thought
was about Rodney McCunc. Did you
write ll?"
"Yes."
"It was about me wasn't It?"
"Yes."
"It said-It said that that I had won
the the love of every person lu Car
low county."
Suddenly she found her voice. "Do
not misunderstand me," she said rapid
ly. "I have done the little that I have
done out of gratitude." She faced him
now, hut without meeting his eyes. "I
owed you more gratitude than a wom
an ever owed a man before, 1 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
mun with white hair and kind eyes.
My name is my uncle's. Mo and my
aunt have been good to me us a father
and mother since I was seven years
old, and they gave mo 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 mo
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, ho lias been so poor ever since
I was a child. Once he lost the little
he had left to him In the world, his
only way of making his living. He had
no friends; he was hungry and desper
ate, and ho wandered. 1 was dancing
and going about wearing Jewels only
I did not know. All the time the bravo
heart wrote me happy letters. I should
have known, for there was one who
did and who saved him. When at last
I came to see my father he told me he
bad written of his Idol before, hut it
was not till I came that he told It all
to me. Do you know what I felt?
While his daughter 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. "Cratltude, Mr. Harkless!" she
cried. "I am James Flsheo's daugh
ter!" He fell hack 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
Hint I could be ashamed of my vile
neglect of him something to show you
his daughter could ho grateful und It
has been such dour, happy work, tho
little I have done, that It seems, after
all, that I have done It for love of my
self. It Is wliut I haul always wanted
to do to earn a living for myself, to
live with my father. When I cauui
here, my aunt and uncle were terribly'
afraid I would stay with him. It was
to prevent tills that they determined to
go abroad, und my father said I must
go back to them. Then you were
were hurt, and he needed mo so much
ho let mo stay. When you whan
you told me" she broke off with n
Btrunge, Muttering, half Inarticulate lit
tie laugh that was half tears und then
resumed In another tone "when you
told me you cared that nlght-that
night of the storm how could I be
euro? It had been only two days, you
see, und even If I could have been sure
of myself-wliy, I couldn't have tow
you. Oh, I had so brazenly thrown my
self at your head time and again thosu
two days lu my-niy worship of your
I goodness to my father and my excite
ment In recognizing lu his friend the
hero of my girlhood that you had ev
ery right to think I cared; but If but
if I hnd-lf 1 hud-loved you with my
whole soul I could not have why, no
woman could have I mean the sort of
girl I am couldn't have admitted lt-
must havo denied It. Do you think that
then I 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 right to left
and from left to right, like one iu ter
ror seeking u way of escape; she gath
ered her skirts lu her hand as If to run
Into the garden, but suddenly she turn
ed and ran to him. She threw her arms
about Ids neck and kissed him on the
forehead.
When they heard the Judge calling
from the orchard they went back
through the garden toward the house.
It was dark. The whitest asters were
but gray splotches. There wns no one
In the orchard. Hrlscoe had gone In
doors. "Did you know you are to drive nn$
Into town In the phaeton for the lire
works?" she asked.
"Fireworks?"
"Yes. The great Harkless lias come
home." Even In the darkness he could
nee the look the vision had given him
when the barouche turned Into the
square. She smiled upon him and
mild, "All afternoon I wns wishing 1
could have been your mother."
He clasped her hand more lightly.
"This wonderful world!" he cried.
"Yesterday I had a doctor a doctor to
cure me of loveslckness!"
After a time they hud proceeded n
little nearer the house. "We must
hurry," she said. "I am sure they have
been waiting for us." This wus true;
they had.
From tin dining room came laughter
ami hearty voices, and the windows
were bright with the light of ninny
lamps. Hy and by they stood Just out
side the pulch or light that fell from
one of the windows.
"Look!" said Helen. "Aren't they
good, dear people?"
"The beautiful people!" he answered.
tiii: i:n.
The llrltUli (iiilm-ii.
It Is among the things generally
known that the guinea obtained Its
name from the gold from which It was
made having been brought from the
Guinea coast by the African company
of traders. The llrst notice of this
gold was in 1041), during the common
wealth of England, when on the 11th of
April of that year the parliament re
ferred to the council of state a papet
presented to the house concerning the
coinage of gold brought in a ship lately
come from "tJulny" for the better ad
vanelng of trade. Hut It was In tho
reign of Charles II. that the name was
first given to this coin. It Is among
things not generally known that when
the guinea was originally coined the
intention was to make It current as a
twenty shilling piece, hut from an or
ror, or rath"r u series of errors, In cul
diluting the. exact proportions of the
value of gold and sliver It never clr
diluted for that value. Sir Isaac New
ton lu his time llxed the true value ot
the guinea In relation to silver at 20s
8d., and by his advice the crown pro
claimed that for the future It should
bo current at 21 shillings.
UlKlit In I.lnr.
nicks He's trying berry culture now,
you know, and he says he's bavin).
considerable success.
WIeks-Ycs?
Hicks Yes, although he admits tlui
returns are small as yet.
Wicks Well, that sounds natural.
You might call that "success, with small
fruits." Catholic Standard and Times'
Cantlon.
"What kind of a show havo you?"
the maragcr was asked.
"Well," he replied guardedly, "that
depends on whether I am talking ta
the public or revising the salary list."
Chicago Po:;t.
Wlicro Colilnt-NN la Corillnlltr-
The bore had gone. The whole fam
ily recognized him us a bore, but Mrs.
Carter knew what was Incumbent on
her as a hostess famed for her cour
tesy. "My dear Evelyn," sho said iu a gen
tly chiding voice to her pretty daugh
ter, "I think you cannot have realized
how cold your tone was when you said
'Good evening' to Mr. Lumsoii."
"No. mother, perhaps I didn't," ad
mitted Evelyn, "but I'm sure, on tlm
other hand, that neither you nor fu-
' ther had any Idea how warm your
tones were when you said 'Good night'
" to him." Youth's Companion.
Man u ml (he llnlvrme.
Sir William Riimsuy, the great Eng
lish scientist, said: "All our progress
since the time of Sir Isaac Newton has
not falsified the saying of that great
man that we are but children, pick
ing up hero and there a pebble from
the shore of knowledge, while a whole
unknown ocean stretches before our
eyes. Nothing can bo more certain
than that we are Just beginning to
learn something of the wonders of tho
world lu which wo llvo and move and
have our being,"
Tooil Hit- Mnrk.
Did he actually usk old Roxloy for
Ms daughter's hand?"
"Yes, und ho claims ho compelled tho
old man to too the mark."
"Indeed!"
"Yes, but ho was tho mark." Phila
delphia Press.
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