The Big Sandy news. [volume] (Louisa, Ky.) 1885-1929, 1889-05-30

through the ambient air. But for this wind
the day had been very warm. Even the
sweet breath scarce tempered the heat to
that small patriotic band of school teach
ers, school children youths and maidens
who, with wfeaths OF new flowers. were
quickly marching to the tolling of the bell
through the village street toward the GEM
etery. 1t was Memorial Day.
The more self proyident had ridden or
sauntered on ahead, and now, when that
small procession came redIy and rather
faggedly tramping into the cool retirement
oil the graveyard, they were gathered in a
loose, mildly expectant crowd around a
pine platform, temporarily thrown up un-
der great elm in the center OF the Gene
terry, upon which the singers and the speak
er and the dignitaries generally were to sit
So many years in their untimely graves,
And these now living inherently loyal be-
ings tsome of them vet unborn when these
graves were dug here now in the sweet
evening light to remember the long depart
ed
Such peaceful scenel Here on the vii
lagos western edge the level, orderly Gem
etery, dappled with the grey shade OF nat
ural elms and suffused with the wholesome
incense OF hardy flowers Yonder to the
west OF it a rolling sweep of tawny sedge.
skirted by line of hateful woods. every
tint OF rich green under the attiring brush
OF spring.
Over the gently alert crowd assembled
around the platform a gentler quiet settled
as the minister rose and offered prayer, and.
afterwards, gave place to the singers The |
music Of plaintive voices in that gracious.
suggestive spot-one's heart rose In long |
swells beneath it like the ocean at eventide. |
The wind that brushed one cheek was Ike |
benediction
Then the speaker arose.
Did not the heart of the war-scarred
veterans among them move with light
sigh OF pathetic diyersion-of tender diver
sion-as that slim, dapper youth, child of
peace and favorite of fortune came forward
In the gentle evening light and spoke out
In clear, oratorical tones lines Of such fine
sentiment, vicarions pathos, inherent pa
trfotismf he TO tell of war who had known
only peacel He to lament the dead who
experienced only lifel Yet it was a goodiy
sfght-and they looked and listened with
pleased faces, applauding him kindly-say
ing soto voce how handsome he was. how
cleverl
There occurred only one diversion-one
moment OF withdrawn attention during his
entire address Once near its beginning
late conner had come stepping leisurely and
statelily coward the crowd, reposefuI under
the fire OF glances which greeted her; clad
In clear yellow like the primrose west;
dusk hair seductively bantered BY the light
fingered wind, bunch of bright roses in
her hand One or two gentlemen had gone
few steps to met her and she took her
place on the edge Of the crowd with srnil-
ing glance Of greeting to the faces nearest
her and an instant turning of her attention
upon him who was speaking
In the midst OF senteDce-across the
clustering heads tetween-their eyes met:
a stesdy look of welcome aud repose
When his address was over Their wSs an
other song and then the crowd began
gently to trfckle of toward the rows of low
mounds where the soldiers slept, as they
had fought, in ranks. Mordant had made