Well, sir, it was more like old times then than we'd seen since we moved in there--like the times when we was sher'f in the Yellow Bull country. The old man he come in a-laughing along about suppertime and under his own steam, and says he: "Bonnie Bell, your pa is going to be high in the nation's councils right soon, because he is going to be alderman in one of the most important wards in this here town. I may be mayor some day; and when you're mayor you're due to chirk up and think of being president--if you are a humorist. Also, your pa is hungry. Please get Curly and me all the ham shanks and greens they is in the house. "And, besides," says he when Bonnie Bell was going out, "pull the front door wide open tonight. Take the lock out and hide William where they can't any of my horny-handed friends find him. They'll be in here tonight, a bunch of them, to sort of celebrate our glorious victory. There may be several bands along in here--I hope and trust so. I shorely am fond of music and I like bands. Whenever I get elected sher'f or anything I want the band to play--all the bands they is." Well, that was some night! I was glad for once we had come to Chicago, for there is more bands in a town that size than there is in Cody. Old Man Wright he was more natural than I'd ever saw him for a long while. I don't know if it was quite fair the way he done, because it ain't held Christian to set on a man when he's down. But what he done was to get that Dutch band with five pieces that played in front of our house every morning--they come in first. He stations them at the side of the road right square in front of Old Man Wisner's house, and he tells them to play everything they knew and then play it all over again, and keep on playing. We was setting eating dinner, enjoying their music as much as we could, when the leader of the band comes in; and says he: "_Mein Herr, wir sind schon ausgeblasen._" "Is that so?" says Old Man Wright. "Well, have a drink, and go out and begin over again." About now come the rest of the bands, six or eight or so, and back of them was the merry villagers. They filled up the whole street in front of our steps and in front of the Wisners, and up and down the row; and some of 'em stepped on Bonnie Bell's new tulip beds in the yard south of us.