The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1888-08-10

pany OF infantry had gone to Rich.
mono to be mustered into. service
AND now the government was asL.
Ing tor artillery. In tn tbis
ar. 6rymes called FOR volunteers ,ro1,
the "braRn andmuseleo Of Hell Tnwn
TODAY not a dozen OF the men
VINO were eager o to ioin the new
command had seen a cannon mt
soon they were learning the lessons 81
waf' Btiiy did not think that Ia
should volunteer. so far was fiohtino
rom his mind, nor did he understand
quite clearly what was the dancer
That threatened the state. Hethougbt
the trouble was about politics and III
that ne knew nothing, except TO vote
Tor the regular democratic candidate
and follow Mr.. Grymes.
Ons evening he was p~iouphino corn
near his house. Behind him IN the
soft earth of the newly-turned burrows,
walked his children, William and
Lucy. William was initiating his
iather with a whip made OF a
long rag tied to q piece of a tobacco
stick. Lucy was twining about her
fingers the worms that the pillow
turned up. In from of the door OF
the house Victorine was churning. As
the dasher rose and fell with musical
rhythm she sang in a soft, contented
voice some familiar lynne. A brood
OF young ducks were dippingt their bills
with noisy relish into the milk that
ran down the outside OF the churn.
The Sound OF a horses feet made Vic.
torlne look up the road that led to
Oakland. In a few moments Mr..
Grymes rode to the house and stop.
ped
"How goes it, Victorine?" he said,
with a pleasant voice.
Were all right smart, thank you,
sir. How's all at 0akland2"
Very well, indeed. Lucy sent You
this little bundle. / think it's some
tea and q little something for her
namesake. Where's your husband
and the little ones? Hi there
they are!' he exclaimed as the plough.
man and his followers came from be.
hind the barn. "How goes it, Billy?
An how dee little chilluns? Run, see
what I've got for you" The children
ran with familiar greetings, and Mr..
Grymes dismounted from his horse.
Putting his hand in his pocket he took
out a bundle Of cakes.
els dee hoss-cakes?" asked little
William. 'No, indeed, honey; they're
heap better than those old, hard horse
cakes from the crossroads store"
The children soon forgaye the shape
of the cakes because OF the raisins they
contained.
"Well, Billy, said Mr. Grymes. "Pve
come to see you about joining the
army. My company OF artillery is
nearly full, and | want a few more
good men. Will you go?"
Billy took of his hat, began to
knock the dust from his boots with
his whip, and thought for a few mo-
ments. Victorine stopped ehurning
and came close to her husband.
mir. GrYmes," said Billy, lifting his
eyes slowly to his friends face, "I'm
mighty ignorant bout all that
poltishuns SEE as ter the wah, an
Paint got no slaves, ner nothin' but
this little piece o. Ian what you help
ed me pay fer, an my wife an chilluns,
but my father, fore he died, told me
ter fcller you, an I've tried ter do So.
an Paint had no reason ter be sorry
fer dom so. IF you SEE It's my duty
ter 90 in the army. I'll 90, an join
your company. But how bout my
fam'ly?"
Leave them here, and my people
will care for them. Every man must
do his duty now"
Victorine laid her hand on Billy's
shoulder, and 4said, go. Billy, eff MI.
Grymes sez So"
So Billy went to the war, knowing
nothing OF the great causes that ar
raging armies OF the same nation
against each other.