Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1888-05-24

| ask for some of the roses and honeysuckleS
that have almost closed both door and
window of the wee house, urged Daisy.
You do not know Aunt Placidia or you
would not think of enter ng within her en-
closure, said Julia. Why, she was going
/ 10 throw scalding water on Jimmie Lyons
! for daring to cross her yard the other day.
/ Oh you don't know her, Daisy, or you
! would not think risking your life by in
/ truding upon forbidden ground, exclaimed
I Alice Gray, looking very sober.
4 Mother says she used TO be like other
I people, but her son was killed at Lookout
Mountain, and ever since she has been a
little beside herself, explained Florence
Marks.
Then, If her boy lost his life in the ser
| vice of his country, she viii be- Interested
I in rewing the soldiers era eS. / am sure
she will give us one rose for each grave.
/ She will never miss twenty. and | am GO
ing to brave the lioness In her den, per
sisted Daisy as she opened the gate and
walked into the yard.
If you are determined to carry ont your
foolishness, will 90 along although you
will have your pains for nothing ! assure
| you, said Julia, following the wilful girl.
We will wait around the corner, and If
the old woman begins to abuse you we
will be near at hand, said Alice, as she
hurried away to the place of eoncealment
Though Daisy had been so brave, il was
timid knock that arouse't the old dame
from her habitual revere. She was so
long in making her appearance that the
girls, surprising that she woul not admit
theni were about to retire At that
moment they heard the thump of her
erutches IN the floor, and presently the
bolt slipped back, and very cross-look-
ing face appeared at the door
What ON airth are you aiter?''
snapped the ungainly creature in queru-
lous voice.
..You know Tomorrow is Memorial
day, and we came to beg a 70 for each
soldiers grave. Yours are so beautiful,
Daisy began, trying to control the culver
that ran through her frame.
Roses for soldier S graves and my own
poor b 3y film nameless one in the far
away, forgotten-feldi No, indeed. Didn
my Tommy carry that rose bush all the
way home from Tennessee a score of
years ago, and WASH it planted 10y his
own hands. Now, mother, said he,
take care of the fose-bHsh, and when
come home again ii Will he in bloom.
But when war was over and other moth
ers pressed the boys to their hearts,
been left among the slain en- the noun
tain. | vowed then that his rosebush
should never be disturbed. and from that
day TO this / have watched night and
day. Never have my hands plncked a
single bud; and you have the Impotence
to ask me for his roses to spread over the
graves of rich men sons, while never
flower Is laid on his own. You need not
be awaitin, for not one rose Will you get
rave my boy to die for the country, and
a mighty poor return did get While |
was able TO work managed to get enough
to eat and wear, but since ] have been
crippled up with the rheumatic | often
have to go to bed cold and hungry. A
poor return, poor return, say.
i am really sorry Tor you, slid Daisy,
ready to cry.
sorry won't put clothes on my back and
food in my mouth, can tell you, snapped
the oil woman impatientiy.
YOU ought to have a pension, and | am
sure If thu, President knew how badly off |
Won are, he would give you one. ventured |
Julia. not knowing just how pension
roild be obtained.
"A pensioni the price Of blood. Girl, I
what do u mean Would take money /
for the life of my boy, cried the infuriated
creature, raising her cane in threatening /
manner.
NO. no, we did not meat that, but is I
there nothing we can do to help you?' ex-
planned Daisy.
YES. yoa can take yourselves of and let /
me- alone, was toe sharp iejoiner.
No sooner mad they turned away than
he door was shut with a bang, and the i
bolt slipped back to its place.
Julia was grateful TO be out IN the free