The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1891-05-21
the minister; and be sure TO

Brentwood, the minister; and be sure tc
see how Grace"
Frank paused and blushed scarlet,
| In the excitement of conversing with a
man who was actually about to NEE,
the dear ones at home, he had said
more than he intended to do.
Your sister, suppose" Henderson
asked, surprised at his confusion.
No. not exactly-my-that is to say,
Mr.. Brentwood's grandchild."
y child. eh? Some little thing you've
made pet of-nay, don't be ashamed
OF loving children, I'm fond Of them my.
self; SO rest easy, for I'n take her big
box Of candies and kiss in your name,
and she shall hear how"
But" Frank interru pied. "You
can't do any such thing. Miss Grace
Brentwood Is a young lady Of eighteen.
who would he shocked if
lyon did the kissing by proxy All,
lad. sec how the wind blows, and will
be properly considerable Of your in
terests, and respectful to the young
lady
And you'll see my mothcr?"
''Indced | will. And. talking about
relations. do you know that have an
uncle in your regiment? No? Well, |
havc-one Of the best fellows that ever
put on soldiers coat-Major Hopkins
Il honestly don't think ever met a
kinder, trner gentleman than he is-if
You get a chance, cultivate his acquaint-
ancc. for he's good man for a young
ster like you to know"
"Major Hopkins has been good enough
to take some notice of me already =
Frank said. intensely pleased at the
turn the conversation was taking.
.ies, heard him say to-day that you
were wonderfully like a boy he lost. !"
Henderson continued: You see, Uncle
Jack has had a pretty tough time Of it.
and that perhaps accounts for his going
a-soldiering when most men Of his age
and means would have preferred to
send a substitute.
"A boy he lost?"
"Yes, his only child and wife were
both drowned at sea, and he has never
been the same man since"
But now. to Franks chagrin, the con-
versation was interrupted by other
members Of the party.
Green and Carson. who were old
friends of Henderson, were clamorous
that he should sing them something be-
fore the meeting dispersed
Come now, Mark, no excuses. We
don't often get such chance, and we've
not the slightest intention Of missing
it."
well, boys" was the CHEEKY answer,
IF you will promise to do justice to the
chorus, | don't care if | do tip you
stave. So here goes. stole the best
half of it from Sever, but the felony
won't spoil its favor
Then. in a rich baritone he trolled:
" The pickets arc fast retreating, boys,
The last tattoo is beating boys,
So let every man
Fill up his can
And drink TO our mex; merry meeting, boys.
" The colonel so gaylv prancing boys
Has wonderful trick Of advancing, boys;
When he sings out SO large:
Fix bayoneis and charge.
He sets all the Johnnies a-dancing boys.
Our sweethcaris at home are signing boys
For lads on the tentca-iicld lying boys;
But we're hearty as vet
And doa't mean to fret,
Or talk about death. till we're dying, boys.
+" But It's time for q farewell greeting boys,
Fer the wing footed hours are fcetlng, boys
So let every nan
Fill up his can
And drink to our next merry meeting boys"
Once fairly started. the gallant caval-
rynan proved himself prince of good
company, song and story tripping from
his lips without apparent effort. II was
only when the party YVES breaking up