The Logan County banner. [volume] (Logan, W. Va.) 1889-1903, 1892-04-21
ONE OF THE MISSING.
An Old Soldier Who Wandered
Back to His Boyhood Home.


A man was walking along the high.
way that belted with white the green
eXpanse of Connecticut meadow.
Little puffs Of white dust rose at each
football, and hung behind him in a
frightening wall. He came heavily,
SLOW the=imp erscnation of weari-s
ness, yet steadily. There was that in
his gait which associates itself in the
mind with bodies of men in column. He
seemed the material part Of an invisi-
Bile whole. His gaze was fixed ahead,
as though on the back Of front-rank
file, and the momentum of marching
comrades swept him along.
Yet the meadow farmers and the
jewellers in the village, whose church
steeple rose beyond fringe of trees,
distinguished him only as one of that
irregular army of foragers against
whom, as reputable citizens, they were
arrayed They would have given no
attention to such fine individual dis
tnctions even had their critical quality
heen educated to it, and it was not.
Thirty years had gone by since they
had been enlivened by the presence Of
the military and then it had been for
but few days and their materialized
patriotism marched away in blue to
the southern war. No. Tramps were
@=inimical to good order and to safety of
life and property. And to be in very
bad odor in the village, a stranger had
but to present himself .travel-stained
and tattered.
He marched up the road in that I'M
seen column, man of defeats. Some
times he leaned so far forward that his
balance became uncertain, and he
wavered. to the plumb. Men at work
afield leaned on their hoes as he
passed. to regard him with hostile eyes.
With some his unsteadiness was the
occasion for derisive mirth. But the
elder ones grimly forecast his deten-
ton in the calaboose, the cost of his
maintenance, the tax it brought upon
them, and resumed work with fierce
sense of personal injury. And the
tramp, after each wearied lapse, COM
PEELED himself to attention, and
marched on.
White, snug farmhouses stood now
and then along the road. AS he came
abreast of one a woman appeared at
the door, but, seeing him, she hastily
reentered and fastened the door. The
tramping man turned into the door
yard, but he halted as the woman APP
peared at a chamber window, futter-
ing her arms as though soaring chick
ems. She called TO him, nervously, APP
prehensively:
go right away. I've got nothing
for you"
At once he turned and took up his
line of march along the dusty road.
The woman observed the heavy, me-
chanical way in which he put his legs
successfully forward, his arms hanging
like sticks of wood at his sides, and
felt pity for him.
I'm almost sorry sent him away"
she said. But she did not call him
back, and he passed out of her sight,
leaving, however, the cadence of his
monotonous, sing-song step, to which
her mind set itself for the rest of that
day.
In another house, as he approached,
g,rl was singing shrilly Sunday
school song:
" But sweeter than the lily's breath,
And than the rose more fair,
The tender love OF human hearts
Upspr1nging everywhere
Then the song broke off, and the
singer called, warningly: Mother,
there's tramp coming up the road!''
And the voice of the mother came
sharply out to him: 'See If the front
doors locked"
He plodded past, watched furtively
from behind window blinds. Heswung
along painfully. for his joints were
merely worn out, rusty hinges by
which his limbs hung. The hot sun
sweltered him; the fine dust choked
him; his heart was gone out OF him.
Still he went on, like tired soldier
expecting the welcome Halt! Rest!'
until he reached tree by the roadside.
On the grass beneath he stretched him
self, and lay motionless.
Slowly his fatigue lessened. By and
by he sat up. The dust. of the march
had settled thiclly in the deep lines
and wrinkles of his face, and gave tia
drawn, sbarpened look His mouth
was firmly set, and his dim eyes looked
out resentfully at the bright world.
He felt the utter friendliness OF lone
ly man, and he talked to himself:
"rhey think me capable of any
thing" said he, bitterly. Its not
what have been, it's what ! am
tramp-they judge me by. A war
record don't count, nor three more en-
listments, nor knocking about IN the
mines. I'm tramp.
Thirty years ago, when we marched
out of this town, there were cheers and
wavings. There's wayings enough
now, and they mean 60 same as then.
Only there's curse with 1t now, in
stead of cheer"
He pulled square OF hard bread
= from his pocket, moistened it In the
runlet at the foot of the tree, anti bit 1t
sayagely. He heard a door at the next
farmhouse shut, and knew w9pan
had. come ont towards him. H$1sTA'
pected sharp order to move on2he
hal nearly reached HIM, wh9hMSSe
looked up and saw that she held ~azcup
in her hand, extended towardS him.
Would you like this milk9" se5 she
He put his hand out slowly, and with
the cautious alertness of dog that
covets proffered bone, but doubts the
sincerity of the Offer Then his hand
closed on the cup and he drained It
His eyes were on the woman's face,
expressing Wonder, incredulity, aston-
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