The Toledo chronicle. [volume] (Toledo, Tama County, Iowa) 1873-1924, 1876-07-13

her darling to the horse; the former
perferring that there should be none.
But the feat was accomplished. The
procession formed, and moved gayly
up around the house.
1t was Il beautiful day. The sun
shone brightly; the sky scraped to-
gether all its blue to rival that in the
flags. Had it not been for the horns
and torpedoes that the army brought
speedily forth, limbo might have been
a very happy dog; for Daisy AIMS
legs were harmless cottony affairs, her
weight was but as feather on his
back, and limbo was inclined to feel
quite mortified at the terror he had
shown.
The presence of his two dog friends
and the calm fearlesSness these eyinced
did much to reconcile limbo to the tor
pedoes and the horns. 1t was very
pleasant, too, to have little Bess at his
side, one hand resting assuringly on his
fur, the other from time to time drop
ping cream-candy into his mouth; and
before the march was over limbo had
proved himself hero truly worthy the
name.
The two doll-soldiers, being stiff,
woodeny creatures, kept their places
right stoutly on the horses backs; but
it went hardly with Daisy Ann. The
wires which had been ingeniOusly al
ranged to support her body seemed of
no avail. Forward she bobbed, and
sideways. to the distress of her anxious
parent and her own indignant diSmay.
But finally the army halted on high
knoll, where Uncle Hal awaited, with
his glowing, patriotic speech. 1t was
characteristic oration, full of elo-
quence and hrmor, and met rounds of
applause.
Patriot men, women, and horses,
was concluding Uncle Hal, when sud-
denly
Bang. whackety! BOOM" burst
upon the quiet air.
This was the signal for the army to
return and partakc of the collation. pre-
pared at the house; but it was too
much for limbo. a start, Il scared
look sideways, then suddenly he
wheeled round and shot down the
grassy hillside, in company with Daisy
Ann.
The army was too much absorbed to
pursue In vain followed Bess, Shrek
ing: My daughter. my daughter.'
in accents of deepest woe. On flew
limbo, down through the gate, on to
the quiet roadway, still forward breath
leSSly, nearing the cityS noises, with
beating heart, yet determinedly, never
pausing until he reached his native
StOOp.
What a sight for little Blue Eyes,
! watching tearfully for limbo to come
home. How amaZedly she stared at
the dilapdated maiden who, with
smashed face and ,fiSheveled treSSes,
hung downward from his hack--her
gorgeous robes i'll rags, but. oddly
enough, the placard still clinging to
| her breast.
Next morning there appeared i'll one
of the city papers this advertisement:
I've lost my daughter.
| Love her I'd ought-ter,
Love her do.
BESSIE B. OAKLANDs P. q.
This was Uncle Halls work, to cOm-
! fort the little mamma. He had count
ed well on the placard, for before even
ing the mangled remains Of her saugh-
ter were placed in poor Bessie's arms
But she proved herself loyal maid
| A season of passionate tears and
kisses, then she dried her eyes heroic
ally, and said: "She died in the service
of her country. We will bury her IN
the flag
Later, Bess magnanim0uSly sent
limbo some candy creams. And jim
bo munched them appreciatively, i'll
memory of the hang-whackety hero
and-Daisy Ann. Rosa Graham, IN
N. Y. Independent.