Helen gave a little gasp. "Never!" she cried. "Never!"

The buckboard stopped on the "Herald" corner, and here, and along Main

Street, the line of vehicles which had followed it from the station took

their places. The Square was almost a solid mass of bunting, and the north

entrance of the court-house had been decorated with streamers and flags,

so as to make it a sort of stand. Hither the crowd was already streaming,

and hither the procession made its way. At intervals the cannon boomed,

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.

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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 his fat, rather unhappy face, she

felt a pang of pity and unreasoning remorse, which warned her that he who

looks upon politics when it is red must steel his eyes to see many a man

with the heart-burn. 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. Ephraim Watts, bearing a light wand in his hand and

leading a detachment of workers from the oil-fields in their stained blue

overalls and blouses; and, after them, came Mr. Martin and Mr. Landis at

the head of an organization recognized in the "Order of Procession,"

printed in the "Herald," as the Business Men of Plattville. They played in

such magnificent time that every high-stepping foot in all the line came

down with the same jubilant plunk, and lifted 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?

But as the line swung into the Square, there came a moment when the tune

was ended, the musicians paused for breath, and there fell comparative

quiet. Amongst the ranks of Business Men ambled Mr. Wilkerson, singing at

the top of his voice, and now he could be heard distinctly enough for

those near to him to distinguish the melody with which it was his

intention to favor the public: "Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!

As we go marching on."




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