Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1892-05-28

each name is pronounced some one who knew
jeulogy upon him. CHE marshal had heard the
word "eulogy" pronounced in great shape,
once, by distinguished public reader. and had
never been able since to utter il without 'j'')
Then the young ladies viii find his grave and
put the flowers upon il, which flowers will be
from all of us-from the whole town ana country
around. After this is over, we can each wander
through our little cemetery and make such ad-
ditons TO the floral tributes as each may DESIRE ~
The marshal, a Miles Standsh in words at
least, had spent all the night before committing
to memory this little speech, which had been
composed jointly by his wife and sister-in-law,
and felt much relieved when he arrived at the
friendly final words, las each may desire. ~
He then said. in an entirely different tone:
1.-THE first grave upon my list is that of Henry
now pronounce his jeulogy, after which his
No. l."
Nathaniel Worden arose and gave his late
nephew series Of recommendations which
would have surprised the poor boy, brave as he
fit, an he fit fer his country an not ag'in it, as
some that's in here did," shouted the old man.
II amt anything to say ag' in them that lit
agin it, only, if they hadn't fit ag'in it we
shouldn't hev had to be here today, weepin' fur
them that fit fur it. An now the poor sainted
lived out; an though I'm his uncle, as hadn't
ought to be, want to say right here that it's
my opinion that if we had all the flowers that
grows on the sides Of every mountain in sight
o this-this-camp o the dead there wouldn't
be any more than enough to tell his praises
Yes, friends and Teller citizens, he fit fer his
country, an not ag'in it."
Half dozen pretty girls, composing COM
mittee No. l, now eagerly grasped huge bouquets
and disappeared in the mists to decorate the
grave Of Henry Worden.
'The second grave upon my list" continued
the marshal, sis that of Samuel Taylor. His
cousin. Peter Taylor, who was in the army with
him. will pronounce his eulogy.
Peter Taylor rose. his eyes full of tears. He
tried hard to speak, but could not for a time.
At last he blurted out:
There wasn't no Johnny ever seen a stitch
o his coat tails, now tell We. He was a lookin
right forge EN- all the time. The night he
died.
The speech here broke down. but its frag-
ments fell upon the people with more effect
than symmetrical oratory could have done.
Many of the honest tOwnspeOple shed tears; the
dead man 8 mother wept audibly; few of the
other speeches which followed produced SO
great an effect, though some were studied and
elaborate.
AT last the marshal Of the day looked again at
his Taper and said:
THE next name on the list is Albert Suther-
land. 1t was put here against my advice by the
majority Of the committee, but it's my duty to
read it. You all know he was a soldier-on the
wrong side. l don't know whether there's any
one here wants to say any eulogy on him or
not"
The silence that followed seemed the deepest
that had ever been known in that cemetery.
Nobody had word to say; the very stiffness
seemed to the mother of the young man wee
CRYING against him. The mist among the peo-
pie and the graves grew deeper and deeper
All at once the hard old father rose and came
around in front of the stand. He was well
known and respected and liked as one might
like a cold. bracing winter day, and The people
all listened to him. His voice was tixm, and this
made the occasional slight gatherings in it all the
more noticeable and pathetic.
MY friends and neighbors," he said. ''this
is one of the most painful days in my life. and
there have been plenty of 'em-more and more
of EN- as I've got older. l didn't want to be
here today, and still 1 couldn't help coming
for it's the duty of everybody to stand up for
their country on such 4 day as this and loved
some Of these boys here if they were my own
sons. I'm said to be a kind of hard hearted old
fellow. and my nature. / suppose. is more OF less
strewn with rocks. but there wasn't single one
OF these soldiers went down into the south coun-
try but my heart went with him. though my
body was too old 20 do so. You all know that
Albert. whose name has Just been read here
was down south when the war began teaching
school. and had married very sweet, hand
some southern girl according to her photo
graph, which he sent me- Friends and neigh
bors, don't deny that was proud of My son
when he was here among us. Who wouldn t
have been? But he went into the wrong army
lalthough he claimed he had a good excuse for
it,, but III my opinion man ever had good
excuse for fighting against his country II .1-.le
me angry. more SO than 1 can tell. and di
owned him. Put him AWAY out of nv hear. and
wrote and told him SO. / kept the feeling up
all through the war; but when the news CANE
tina: he was dead l couldn't help having him
brought home. and here he is in this
graveyard. And somehow find, now
the war is through. that the old
feelings keep coming back TO me which I had
before he left home. Something keeps saving
to me: He wasn't entirely to blame; there 5
two sides to every question. even If one is the
biggest" He seems more and more like son,
and less and les like foreigner. SOL lust
want to say word or two in favor of my son.
He made mistake in life blu, before that he
was straight, honest. manly fellow. He was
as good a son as ever father need have and hi,
mother loved him."
The mother commenced sobbing quietly. but
deeply. These were the frs. tender word, she
had heard her husband speak Of the boz for
wears. Everybody was listening in!ently, pain
fully, tears were in some eyes. The old man
continued:
We've have few flowers here. which, if
permitted, We would like to lay on his grave
We
The old man broke down for the first time in
his history. The whole company did the same
A Revision Of feeling o. the the revelation of
feeling that ALREADY existed came over them
They had all liked Albert when he was boy and
they seemed to enter into the same spirit now.
Three young ladies, led by governors
granddaughter. quietly took large bouquets
from.those remaining and vanished in the mist
toward the Sutherland lot.
But at that moment the whole assemblage
looked startled. then frightened, then broke
into panic. The ghost of Albert sutherland
came slowly out of the mist and stood before
them.
The orator of the day. who had just said in
his speech. 80 just was our cause that one
northerner could easily put to flight two con-
federates." leaped headlong from the Jack of
the platform and ran, even at sigh. of The ghost
of one, leaving his labor;ously written Grafton
behind. The brass band followed him. throw
ing their instruments in every direction. The
Gleo Club were no. far II the rear and the gen.
cral public INDUCED il a Stampede. Russell
and Parker retreated few steps, formed ranks
mechanically and stood in the ready position
between advancing ghost and reireatng people,
instinctvely holding each a phantom gun at
charge bay onets."
Old Mr.. Sutherland held his ground and
glared ut the new corner. But the mother went
nearer and nearer to the apparition. She did
not seem afraid of it she walked up deliberately
and put her hand uDon it's shnnl6er SAIharf