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Then the bell tinkled and Neal Ward came in on his afternoon round for news to print in the next day's issue of the Banner. "Anything new?" he asked. "Mrs. Dorman is putting new awnings on the rear windows of her store did you get that?" asked McHurdie. The young man made a note of the fact. "Yes," added Dolan, "and you may just say that Hon.
But as he sank to his place when the bullet hit him, Watts McHurdie saw Schnitzler stagger, and through the smoke, knew that he was wounded. Watts rushed to Schnitzler and bent over him, when a ball hit Watts and went ripping through the fleshy part of his hip. "Shot in the back damn it, shot in the back!" he screamed, as he jumped into the air. "What did I tell you, boys, I'm shot in the back."
"Why, I threw that away coming down here," responded Dolan. "Rather leaves us in the air doesn't it?" suggested the colonel. "Well, it's John. I know enough to know that from Neal," said the general. The afternoon sun was shining in the south window of the shop. Dolan started to go. In the doorway McHurdie halted him.
When I'm in the East they say, 'What kind of a town is that Sycamore Ridge where Watts McHurdie and your noted reformer, Robert Hendricks, who was offered a place in the cabinet, and this man John Barclay live?" Mr. Mercheson paused for effect. Mr. McHurdie smiled and went on with his work. "Say," said Mr. Mercheson, "your man Barclay is in all the papers this morning.
Bob Hendricks came home a year before John, and with Bob and Watts McHurdie singing tenor at one end of the choir, and John and Philemon Ward holding down the other end of the line, with Mrs.
The colonel shook his head, and said sententiously, "Watts they hain't a blame thing in it not a blame thing." The creaking of the treadle on Watt's bench slit the silence for a few moments, and the colonel went on: "There can be educated fools about women, Watts McHurdie, just as there are educated fools about books. There's nothing in your theory of a liberal education in women.
Jake always paused at this point and shook his head sorrowfully, and then continued dolefully: "But 'twas no use; he was caught and took away; some says it was to see the pictures in the White House, and some says it was to a reception given by the Relief Corps to the officers elect of the Ladies' Aid, where he was pawed over by a lot of old girls who says, 'Yes, I'm so glad what name please oh, McHurdie, surely not the McHurdie; O dear me Sister McIntire, come right here, this is the McHurdie you know I sang your song when I was a little girl' which was a lie, unless Watts wrote it for the Mexican War, and he didn't.
In Sycamore Ridge every one knows Watts McHurdie, and every one takes pride in the fact that far and wide the Ridge is known as Watts McHurdie's town, and this too in spite of the fact that from Sycamore Ridge Bob Hendricks gained his national reputation as a reformer and the further fact that when the Barclays went to New York or Chicago or to California for the winter in their private car, they always registered from Sycamore Ridge at the great hotels.
It was when John Barclay was elected President of the Corn Belt Railway, in the early nineties, that Lycurgus told McHurdie and Ward and Culpepper and Frye, as the graybeards wagged around the big brown stove in the harness shop one winter day: "You know ma, she never saw much in him, and when I came in the room she was about to tell him he couldn't have her.
In the Sycamore Ridge Banner for September 12, 1867, appeared some verses by Watts McHurdie, beginning: "Hail and farewell to thee, friend of my youth, Pilgrim who seekest the Fountain of Truth, Hail and farewell to thy innocent pranks, No more can I send thee for left-handed cranks. Farewell, and a tear laves the ink on my pen, For ne'er shall I 'noint thee with strap-oil again."
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