Greenfield Evening Republican, Greenfield, Hancock County, 27 June 1895 — Page 4

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Six salutes fired at sunrise. Procession formed at Coim House square at 9:30 a. m. to be escorted to the Fair Grounds by the Redman's Cornet Band.

Son g—AMERICA. Address of Welcome—By Hon. George W. Duncan. Address—HON. JAMES E. M'CULLOUGH, Indianapolis.'" Reading of the Declaration of Independence—By Hon Char'.es G. Offatt. Reading Washington's Farewell Address—By "William A. Hough. Song— -S L'AR SPAFGLEO BA}XER."

DINNER.

At 1:30 i) m. sharp the sport begins. Bicycle Race—For the championship of Hancock county, mile heat. Purse, f10,00, cash or merchandise. 1st, -?5: 2nd, $3 3rd, &"2.

Bicycle Race -For boys under 16 years of age, half mile dash, for championship Hancock county. Purse, §5.00. 1st, S2,30 2nd, §1.50 3rd, §1, cash or merchandiseRunning Race—Free-f -r-all, half mile da*h. Purse, §15.00 1st, §8 2nd, §5.00 3rd, §2

Pony Race—Under l±}. hands high, half mile dash. Purse §12.00. 1st, §6 2nd, §1: 3rd, §2. Fast Mule Race—Half mile run. f£5.00 to the winner.

Slow Mule Race—Purse, §5,00 to winner. Persons making entries in the race will be required to exchange mules under the directions of the committee. Slowest mule wins the race.

Goose Race—The goose will be suspended over the track. Each rider will be required to go in a gallop. The man thit gets the goose without breaking the wire gets $5

Foot Race—Free for all, 100 yards dash. Purse, §6.00. 1st, $3 2nd, §2 3rd, $1. Old Men's Foot Race—65 years and over. Purse, §6.00. 1st, §3 2nd, $2,3rd, $1. Fat Men's Foot Race—To measure 48 inches or more around the girth. 100 yard dash. Purse, $6 00. 1st, §3 2nd, §2: 3rd, §1.

Race FOR GREASED PIG, DONATED BY WM. TOLLEN & CO., for boys 16 years and under. Butchers and employees barred. The one that catches the pig and puts him in the box, gets the pig.

Greased pole climb for a §20 00 watch, donated by L. A. Davis, Jeweler, for boys 16 years and under. Wheel Barrow Race—25 yurd dash, for colored men only, blindfolded. Purse, $5.00. 1st, $2 50 2nd, $1 50: 3rd, §1.

Sack Race—For boys 16 years and under Purse, §5,00. 1st, $2.50 2nd, §1.50 3rd, §1. LADIES HITCH UP RACE—For ladies over 17 years. Each lady is allowed a gentleman attendant. Harness with snaps on lines and holdbacks. Road wagons preferred. All horses trained for speed barred. Nothing but gentle horses will be allowed in the race and to be kept down to their natural gait. Each attendant will bold the horse and harness in readiuess, but any other assistance or directions from them will bar the lady from the race. At the word, they will harness, hitch up and drive around the track. First in gets §5 2nd in, §3 3rd, $2.

YOUNG LADIES HITCH UP RACE—16 years and under, conditions same as above. Purse, $10,00. 1st, §5 2nd, §3 3rd, §2. GENTLEMEN'S HITCH UP RACE—Free-for-all, half mile dash, speed horses barred, no attendant, four wheel vehicles. Purse, §10,00, 1st, §5 2nd, §3 3rd, $2.

FARMERS HITCH UP RACE—With two horse wagons and farm wagons, speed horses barred. Half mile dash. No attendant. Purse, 10.00, 1st, §5 2nd, $3 3rd, §2.

All entries must be made by 10 a. m. July 4. No entry fee charged. The management reserves the right to declare any or all races off on account of darkness or bad weather.

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plain. "I have boon told that you are likely to get the injunction against my— against the Shoshone there will bo

olaims for damages against us which may be hard to settle"— "Against you—great heavens! They are not my claims, and they are not against your brother. Can't you make it more impersonal?" "I am afraid I cannot," she said gently. Our side has been in the "wrong. I believe that now. It is right that you should triumph.'' "Why will you call it my triumph? If you could have the faintest idea what I'm paying for it!" "It is your triumph, and you will be associated with it if you stay to see it finished. And the failure and disgrace will be associated with—my brother. Wait a moment, please"— She put her hand up to the black scarf that swathed her throat, as if to still the "climbing sorrow" there. "I have not come to apologize for my brother, but—I—I believe he has been deceived! He has had bad counsel. This is the first—first"—

She could not go on, and Hilgard bowed his head before her. I "I am sure he has," she began again, in her voice of stifled misery. "And this person who I think has betrayed him is an enemy of yours. I am sure of that too. He is a man with an old grudge against you, and against your mine. No one c:ui tell how much this may have been with him in his influence over my brother. Ho might never have shown it. Don't you see how it might imbitter a dispute like this and make it personal, and how much harder it would make the settlement? The triumph of your side would be very hard for your enemy to bear. You would be hated."

These old grudges are not so dangerous as you think men hold them till they get used to them, and take a certain satisfaction in them. I think I know the man you speak of, but there area great many men in the camp with grudges against me. One expects that in a place of this kind." "You don't see what I mean," she said, with a despairing sigh. "I want you to remove part of the cause of this trouble before the time for the final settlement conies." "You want me to remove myself?" he asked. "Yes, I want you to go away and let some one else come to do that part. Then it will be only between the mines.'' "You ask me to resign?" "Yes, I do," she repeated, with sad persistence.

The words struck to the very core of his weakness. He had himself pondered the joyless situation and counted the cost of its issues. The injunction was certain to be granted, and the suit for damages could but develop either inefficiency on Conratli's part or a deliberately dishonorable policy. If that policy had been successful it was not likely that any questions would have been asked at the Shoshone office, but unsuccessful rascality was not likely to find favor even with Conrath's "company. The triumph of the Led Horse would be complete. The arrears of its expenses could be paid out of the Shoshone ore bins. Hilgard's own infatuated tenacity, as it had probably seemed to his president, would be justified—and. then? He would go oil living on his barren hill, with his hidden loss and defeat burdening his spirit. The triumph would still be Conrath's, through his sister. But if now, at tin's point in the contest, with the cause of the Led Horse safe in the hands of the law, he might step out and escape the odium of success!

She stood by the blazed pine, pressing her ungloved hands hard against its corrugated trunk, and looking at hiin with an imploring suspense in her eyes. Itwas more than youth and passion could bear. "Cecil," he said, trying to steady his low accents as ho spoke her name for the first time, "there is only one reason

why I should do this. I have no real

She stood by the blazed pine.

enemies except those who keep me from you. If you will ask me to go for your sake, I will go tonight. Do you ask me to go in that way?" "Oh, I ask it—J ask it! What does it matter how I ask it? What does anything matter?" "But it matters all the world to me! I am not doing this for fear of any man'a hatred, but for love of you. I

have no business to go—my place is here until everything is settled. But if a scruple is to cost me my life's happiness —it is too much to pay. Shall I go for you, my love?" "Do I ask you too much? Is it a sacrifice of your honor?"

Her eyes still pleaded, although she forced herself to give him a chance for retreat. "Don't ask me now. I don't know what honor is. I only know what love is. I will go for you."

He took her hands, with the print of the rugged pine bark on their tender palms, and held them up to his face and laid them about his neck. They clung there a moment. Her heavy hat fell frack, and her fair, unsheltered head

drooped against the rough folds of his coat. "If I should go, how will it be when we meet again? I shall not be on the other side, then?" "No," she murmured. "You will come to me whatever side I am on?" "Yes." "I have your promise, Cecil?'' "Yes, unless"— "No, nothing but your promise!"

Her arms slipped down. "But a great deal may happen before We meet again"— "Yes, but when or where or how we meet, you are mine, dearest, remember!" "Have I promised that?" "That, or nothing. Don't play with me, Cecil. Either y«ju mean it or you do not. I am in dead earnest. There is co reason for my going, except that you ask me—the girl I love!" "You must go," she said, pushing him

from lier. "You are going tonight!" "Tonight! But why tonight?" "Please, please go! I want you to go tonight. I shall not dare to be happy until you aro gone. "I might go," he Said, doubtfully, "if there is time. "There is plenty of time—you said you would go tonight. When the train goes out will you be on it, George?"

She let him kiss her hands and draw from her finger a littlo ring—a slight, schoolgirl token she scarcely knew what ho was doing. .... "I want something to make it seem time. You have always been such a hopeless dream. Is it kx^?" he whispered, passionately. "Am I sure of you, darling?"

Not so sure but that, in a moment, she had slipped out of his arms and was running away in the gathering dusk, that made her figure almost one with the dun hillside. He had nothing but her ring clasped in his hand. He turned away, trembling and half stupefied. His foot struck one of the low, gray monument stones, and he staggered forward, saving himself, with a heavy jar, against a tree trunk. Recovering from the shock, he missed the ring. He searched for it long, stooping and groping about on the rough ground, sifted over with trodden pine needles. At last, when twilight settled darkly in the hollow of the hills, he gave up his quest and took the homeward path, a pang of bereavement chilling his newborn bliss.

He went to his office, wrote two or three letters and telegrams, and from the drawers and pigeonholes of his desk he collected a number of papers and notebooks, which he placed in a heap on the lid. He then went deliberately around the room, picking up various articles, in preparation for his packing. With all these in one arm ho was about to put out the lamp, when ho saw a sealed telegram lying on the floor behind his desk. It might have been blown off when he opened the door. It was with a strange reluctance he put down his burden and opened the telegram. The spirit of the change was upon him. Pie was impatient to be gone. At he would see his lawyers and leave with them certain directions and papers for the forthcoming trial, "write his farewells to his few friends in the camp from there and stiirt eastward at once. His formal resignation lay on the

desk, directed to his president. The telegram was from Wilkinson. It read: "Thrown out of court by technicality. Look out for jumpers."

He read the message over two or three times, then folded it and placed it in a notebook which he took from the breast of his coat. He did not take up his armful of properties again, but sat down by the desk, looking fixedly at the sealed letters before him. If temptation had been strong with him in the gulch it was stronger now that he had yielded the first step, and if his happiness had seemed at stake before there were possibilities in this new situation which made his heart stand still.

No, by heaven!" he exclaimed, pushing back his chair. "I've gone far enough. Let them get some one else to do police duty for them!"

Nevertheless he took up his letter to the president and tossed it into the fire. The other letters and telegrams followed. This was no time for resignations. He would see West at once.

On inquiry, West was not to be seen. He had gone down to the camp. Hilgard went to his room, pulled open his bureau drawers, and began shoving various articles hastily into a traveling bag. Ho sat on the side of his bed, with the bag between his knees. When it was packed lie still sat motionless in the same position, rigid with the silent struggle that possessed him.

A knock came at the door of the outer room. It was unliglited, except by the broad glow of the firo. Hilgard opened to West, just returned from the camp. "Come in, West I want to see you." "I want to see you, sir."

While Hilgard hunted for Wilkinson's telegram in his pocketbook West produced a scrap of gray hardware paper, and held it out to his chief. "Just look at that, sir. I picked it up tonight on the counter at Bolton & Trivet's."

Hilgard stooped, and held the paper to the firelight, while West, turning round, with his lean, chilled brown hands behind him, spread, their palms to the warmth.

Civ-' 4: E&fSi

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with a broad, soft pencil: SCO Car. o0 Win.

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Hilgard produced his telegram and handed it with the paper to. West. "There you are,'' he said. "Yes, sir. There's the whole infernal bus.tne:-tf," West replied, as lie studied the telegram. "It shows what they think of us." he added, with a grim smile. "They dassent try it on with less than fifty Winchesters." "You can't make anything else out of it, West?" "There ain't anything else to make. It's an old game! I've more'n half expected it. I looked round a little, while was down to the camp," he continued,

in his slow, quiet drawl, "and got track o' some boys that I can depend on. Told 'em rhey'd better come along up soon's they could. They'll come all fixed. If you don't like it, sir, it won't make a bit o' difference to them. They can keep their months shut.'' "It's all right—it's the only way."

Hilgard stepped back and closed the bedroom door on his preparations for departure. West stood with his back to the fire, his eyes fixed on the toe of his extended boot, which he grated back and forth on the bricks of the hearth. He did not lift liis eyes as Hilgard came toward him again, but remarked to the toe of his boot: "Wish you'd git out of the camp. Tonight ain't any too soon. You can trust the old Horse to me, sir! I'll hold her in spite of hell!" He looked up now, with a keen gleam lighting his blue eyes. "D—n it, you've got friends in the east!" "I have one friend here, it seems," said Hilgard.

The two men looked into each other's faces silentlv. "We'll hold her together, West! Come, there's no time to talk!"

At 12 o'clock that night West and Hilgard were hurrying over the frozen ground townrd tlie shafrhouse. The old moon had risen with a circle round 1" ?r imperfect disk. Long white clouds were banked in the southern sky, and there was a chill foreboding of snow in the ai% "She hasn't shut down," West remarked, looking across the gulch toward the Shoshone. "Very likely she won't it's a good blind for us, and she has men enough. They must have noticed that we are all quiet over here.'' "I took care of that, sir. I told Tom Ryan to give out, kind o' promise'us, doWn to the boardin house, that we're in a kind of a scrape over here—pump broke down. He's always jawin back and forth with 'em.'' .. "West, I wish you hadn't done that," Hilgard said sharply.

West replied, with some heat: "Good Lord! They're five to one— ain't that enough? If they want to try it or, let 'em try it tonight!"

There was an ominous stillness in the Led Horse shafthouse. The low moon looked in through the bare, dusty windows, where a group of men with rifles slanted between their knees sat around an old cast iron stove. The engine was silent. The only sounds in the dim place were the steady boring of an auger in the hands of some person unseen and the fire, leaping and roaring in the stove, which had flushed a sullen red, and emitted sharp lines of light through its cracks. The auger stopped boring as Hilgard and West entered. There was a shoving of gunstocks and of heavy boots on the gritty floor, but no one spoke.

Hilgard looked about him at the hasty preparations for defense. The iron plates of the platforms had been taken up and turned on edge against the thin board walls. Loaded ore cars, taken from the tracks, barricaded the weakest points. The auger had been boring loopholes in the sides of the shafthouse, above the line of protection. "We've got you pretty well fixed up here, boys, if they should make a rush on top.'' "They'll be fools to try it," West remarked aside. "You can't shove a lot of ten dolhtr fighters against an armed shafthouse!" "West, send theso six men down the ladders. We'll take the bucket," the superintendent ordered. "I reckoned I could hold the drift alone, with a Winchester," West veiltured, in his most indifferent voice. "A

Winchester's mighty comprehensive!" Hilgard's eye was on him, but he carefully avoided it. There was an imperceptible stir of appreciation among the men around the stove. "Two Winchesters will be more comprehensive than one. The fight will be there!" "I wish you wouldn't go down, sir," said West, almost shyly. "That's enough about that, West." Hilgard turned to the men. "Murtagh, take care of the boys up here. Lower us away!"

At the word Hilgard and West each grasped the rope and stepped, with a quick, concerted movement, to the edge of the bucket standing so, face to face, firmly balanced, with rifle in one hand and the shuddering rope in the other, the two men dropped out of sight into the black hole. The rope swung in wider circles it slapped two or tln'ce times against the sides of the shaft the click of the brake sounded. "They're down," some one said.

The droning auger began boring again. Ono of the men by the stove drew his gun across his knees, looked critically at the barrel, wiped it with his sleeve, ,nnd said: "Hope they won't come up in the bucket with a coat oyer 'em."

[TO be CONTINUED.]

Forced Out of Office.

TOPEKA, June 27.—Labor Commissioner Bird still refusing to resign Governor Morrill yesterday instructed Attorney General Dawes to bring proceedings against him for removal from the office on the ground of levying tributes from clerks in his office.

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