The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1880-05-25

A Tsle OF Constancy With Q Grave
- Ire Shrine-"A Sprtg Of
Rosemary ] Prithes Remem ber."
Nsn<s~ ..ftI->.

Under the surface Of hard, prsctica
life j, IN Gu,lercurrent Of romance
which j. universal and almost I'm
recognized Romance and love, the
two iIr--rara6le>, are kings Of the
night and of solitude. and vet once
IN awhil.- some babble will tell the
>,'crrt a.d story Is set upon the
stream 1T lite and horne by the widen
ing eli, lr> until every nook and corner
knows il. A> every we'll regulated
family his n skeleton in the closet, so
.very mar has romance locked in
bis hea :, KEEP with sacred care from
vulgar eyes. II may he very slight
rue, bur !; Is there and needs but an
opportunity to show itself. Again it
may lie rooted in the heart strings.
apparent To the posSessor by the con
slant pleasure which accompanies re-
Election upon il. Men have tried all
the way IN the world to put it down.
but without avail. II can't be drowned
in drink, nor forgotten in dissipation.
\ romano" ia a thing whose only
master, are Death and Time.
4 rare, ho.a fd> romance came
within the netice of Times reporter
last we, K ~aich is worthy of record
as one saving grace in these days of
treacherv and inconsistency. The
scribe WIS taking a half holiday in
one of the cemeteries which are the
nearest approach to parks which the
city possesses. The reportial instinct.
was not suppressed by the fact that
the lo:nger was of duty, and looking
at the Inscriptions upon the head.
ston' Dedicated to retired humanity
rather excited contemplation upon the
wonderful things which were lying 30
close by and We, were for all practical
purposes further removed than the
places which swing diurnal round.
The Sexton who was engaged in ex-
cavatins permanent home for some
one who had gone over to the silent
majo. itv t,om the city whose smoking
chimne,s could be seen in the
distance. was engaged in conversation.
He Was an old man with an air Of
reserve and reflection about him as il
specializing upon the ultimate destina-
ton OF the many WHOM he had assist
ell tn recline. He was not q loquac,ous
man hut under certain circumstances
would talk and the reporter was
enough to be able to offer
proper encouragement. Between the
intervals in which the spade was
the old man spoke Of those
whom Re had buried. and whiled
away halt hour as he sank deeper
into the ground until finally he finish
Ell the grave and his talk at the same
time and climbed out. After pulling
up q stake or two the old man leaned
IN the handle Of the spade and look
ing over ri hesdstone not tar away
said:
"There are some funny things that
happen in grave yards"
"Yes," responded the lonnger from
The grass. ~ suppose So" and he
smiled encouragement to the mOrtuary
adjunct. although the remark was
hardly appropriate to the surround
ngs.
at. tell YOU Que thing" continued |
he obi man. lyon would give a
.o,,d deal TO be here sometimes. Now
here's grave over there" pointing
% the headstone which seemed u
,articnl,rly attract his attention.
which has q story. Il is the grave
If a Young man who died, ] believe,
wo years or more age didn't
know him. but I've heard that be was
] singer or something Of that sort.
lug his grave and was at the funeral,
shich was pretty large considering.
Next day I went around to tidy it up
! little, and had Just got through
When girl came up to me and asked
{ she might help me. She was the
,rettiest girl yOn ever saw, peaches
md cream you know, black hair and
,lue eyes with such . sad look in 'em
hat it nearly broke nv heart. and a
exton. YOU know, is pretty tough
lbout such things. Well she had
ONE flowers and fixed the grave upl
'eaI nice. and when ! looked back as
was going up to the house I saw her
Ineeiing down like - If she was
prsving."
"ies." said the reporter in an en-
and inquiring manner.
EYES," echoed the old man, "as
lar az my recollection goes that is
nigh onto two years. but since then
rot three days has passed handrunning |
hat she hasn't come to that same |
grave. Snow nor rain never keeps
her away. and she always brings the |
ame kind of flowers and green
thin.s."
There was an expressive silence for |
awhile. when suddenly the old man
caugh, the reporters arm and drew
him behind q tree, at the same time
pointing down the walk with the
laconic exclamation, That's her."
Coming along. with . slow step. !
over the grave, was . girl, perhars
eighteen years Of age, With the lowell
ness Of maidenhood expressed in
every motion, and presenting aI
picture that was fair to see in the
brith: sunlight quivering through
the trees and Aeckine the ground With
bars Of black and gold. The noticed
nothing. but vent straight 70 the
mound. beside which she knAlt and
began to plant the flowers she carried.
''She has them same green thingsi
With her," whispered the old man.
and then reverently lifted his tattered
cap. The scribe looked again and saw
that she vas praying. The old man
bowed his head until she was through.
and then drew closer to the tree as
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