Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1876-11-02
Sweet Michigan lisped the ba-

OWceI MicHlSdu, uSpeu tne Da-
bies together.
Is this all the money you have?'
"Yes, sir"
"Put it back in your pockets. You
are running away, aren't you?"
eyes, sir"
81 shall have to send you home"
We're a-goin' home, sir"
where are your father and
mother"
Both dead, SIR" ~- ..-~
Then the boys told the conductor
the story of the rose, and the desire
to go into the country of that sweet
/ flower; of the summers toll accom-
plished in this hope; Of the hats,
shoes, linen clothes, and lastly of the
money saved so anxiously and care
fully. @And you had better take it,
sir, for we sha'nt need it where we're
a-goin."
The loneliness. innocence and
youth of the boys touched the heart
OF the agent.
e@How do know but Gods calling
them there?" said he to himself II
am not going to do anything contrary
to Him, or go against Him in any
way SO he took two tickets and
wrote on them:
ERIE-Pass these boys along the
line to Sweet Michigan" and order
Lake Shore to do the same. SAM.
SO Johnny and Sammy were passed
over the route. and their story was
borne along with them. Travellers
gave them food from their baskets.
At night motherly old lady folded
shawls to put under their heads. COW
cred them up and made them go to
sleep in seats near her own. Johny
and Sammy really had a glimpse Of
Paradise as they steamed along the
Erie that day.
In the night the boys awoke and
whispered together.
Its very good place to be on the
Erie, Sammy
"Yes; there all so good to us. They
amt the same kind that used to be in
the city"
@I don't know-there's some awful
good ones there.s There's that girl
who told us where the roses grow;
there's Josh and the pliceman was
always good to US, and we could
sleep in the station when we couldn't
sleep anywhere else" M
Il don't mean that kind; 1 mean
the swell ones."'r tr
We'll. they were pretty good, too,
especially on Sunday, JOHNNY"
wall. conductor" said the farmer.
me and Marier must glt off at the
next station; our ways don't run no
further together. I'd like to know
what becomes Of them boys-two
children a-goin' to the Lord knows
where. Gurus, now amt it? Bound to |
go to sweet Michigan, yet nothin' to
90 there as anybody knows on. I'd
a-took emalong to Ilrusas, but Kan
sas won't do, I'm sure ont. Mark my
words conductor: the Lords takin'
on 'em up. And it's time, IL do say
it. Good day, conductor; il you ever
come out our way call Boys, when
you git hum want you to drop line
to John Hedley, Onion Greek, Kansas,
Good day to all on ye," he nodded to
the passengers. @Come along, Ma
rier; we must be a -gittin' hum"
Along the level Of the prairie the |
sun burned red and warm. Acres of
wheat were cut and gathered into
ricks that looked like little old wo-
men with their bonnets on. There
were'slso sweet ricks Of pink buck
wheat.and the stubble land where the |
buckwheat had grown was pink, too. |
A very large orchard Of young apple |
trees in full bearing The sunshine
falling on the ripening fruit made /
them seem yet yellower, redder and |
riper, The great barn doors were
wide open. A fine herd of cows |
stood across the road by the barn.
ss~Wiil t;ley hurt us Sammy?s
NO; they are gentle things; know
by their pretty eyes,"
si The farm house was a pleasant
building story and half high. The !
doors and windows were open. The |
path that led from the house to the |
gate was bordered with camomile and |
China asters, with some bright mas
turtiums. But over the portico Of the
front door there crept a magnificent
vine OF Michigan rose. Its time OF |
biossoming was long since past, but a
few clusters starred the green boughs.
Both boys saw 1t and recognized the
flowers at once.
TT is the placel" exclaimed the
boys. @Sweet Michigani" and open
ing the gate they walked into the
yard. They raped on the open door
and a sad-looking woman advanced
tO meet them.
~Come in children" she said very
gently and sweetly.
"Is it the placer" inquired Johnny
and Sammy.
"Yes, i think So"
I'VE are so glad to get here" Then
in answer to her question they told
their oft-repeated story: "But we
were so glad when we saw the rose"
4Take of your hats and come out
to the trough and I will brush your
hair and wash your faces, and when
father comes in from the field we will
have supper"
So when she had washed their
faces the boys saw a'pet lamb in the
yard and wanted to play with it. Mr..
LAZY coming across the field saw the
little lads, and wondered whose chill |
dren they were. His wife met him
at the gate and told him what they
had told her. "And think, husband,