The morning times., 1896-05-24

name in the Confederate reports many
times afterwards. Finally he was severely
wounded and Jeff the army. Notwith-
standing all my researches / have never
been able TO trace him. When my father
died he shared his property between Jack
and myself. i set to work by eve ry means
i'll my power 10 find the lost brother"
Under the maple tree aud quite close to
the naneless grave for which Flaxenhair
had reserved cross, small crowd was
gathered. As the colonel and his CONVOY
OF boys and girls approached they sa w that
it surrounded two persons-the one an Irate
man in the Uniform of cemetery warden
the other a small boy. An exclamation
escaped from Col. Flanders VIXEN he rec
ognized IN the boy the same pale ill-cIad
urchin whom he had noticed on the path
earlier in the afternoon. The cemetery
official was clutching the la'I by the shoul-
der as our worthy veteran, bidding Flax.
enhair and her companions stay where they
were, hurried through the Gordon of on
lockers and gained the culprit's side.
The brass-buttoned warden, recognizing
| in Col. Flanders eneSof the cemetery gov
ernng board, saluted respectfully.
This boy has been pulling flowers from
| the shrubs and creepers,'' he explained II
| caught him In the act" -
The colonel looked at the boy Come.
| my lad,'' he said, how does this happen?
| Have you any excuse for destroying the
| shrubS?"
Up TO this the little prisoner had borne
| up brayely, and even sulkily; but the gem
tleness or tile newcomer tone and manner
proved too much for him.
Il w-was picking few flowers for faith
er's grave" he said, gulping down a sob
Mothers too poor to buy flowers, and
and l didn't like to see the grave without
flowers on Decoration Day''
That's the grave he sobbed: I'VE
couldn't buy a tombstone"
The coincidence 1keenfy affected Col
| Flanders. Hastily he told the warden
| that he would he responsible for the boys
appearance before the cemetery governors
| at their next meeting. to answer the charge
| OF pluckDg their flowers.
Very well, COLONEL said the relieved
| Official, letting tie boy go free ITO tell
| the truth | just hate to make charge
| against him. I'm veteran myself, you
| See."
| When the simple ceremony of decorating
the grave by the muple tree had been COM
| pleted,- Col Flanders began to question
| the brown-eyed boy in his quiet, kindly
way.
! what regiment did your father be-
| long tor he asked.
| "He-he wasn't Union soldier at ALL"
staInmered the lad.
! Not Union sodier?''
| mo, he fought for the South
But you shan't say word against him
| (this with a flash from the dark eyes).
He was good maa,- my daddy Even
though you are kiidEtQ me, you shan't
| say word against hilis'
Heaven forbid tAat, should speak
against him. answeTedtthe colonel, earn
estly. Many brave and noble men fought
for the South. What was your
70 nrfc ladH
| Quick as a flash the ~snswer came, and
the grizzled colonel lie.ifd-it with an as
| tonshnent that was almost awe,
! His name was Flanders-John Seaton
Flanders and the boy, ina paroxysn
of grief. threw fiilnsstf,on his knees beside
! the grave.
/ why, grandfatbere" /" exclaimed Flaxen
| hair, that was Uncle Jacks name
l. Answering never a word, with an arm
about the weeping boy, the old soldier
knelt by the grave of his Confederate
tbrother. IA