The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-05-31
WHAT MEMORIAL DAY
BROUGHT BACK.
tbs The stac-spangled banner;
Oh. long may 1t wa-aye. -"

music in the distance. and he threw his ci-
gar end into the CRATE.
In through the open windows of the hotel.
along with the sunshine and the sweet.
warm air, came the undertone of a null
titude, while the overtone was struck by
the military band at the head of the pro-
cessiou, which was coming down Fifth
avenue.
We'll" said the Georgian, "if anyone
had told me in sixty-Cne that l should be
ever sitting here, in New York, listening
to that tune, and content mind you. I'd
have knocked him down" And he gave Il
jolly laugh and stretched himself. as he
began to look for his hat through the dis
order of the room. All things come round
TO him who will but wait"
Il don't know about that, Walt" said
the taller and handsomer man, in a grave,
musing tone. Time hasn't give me back
my past yet"
His friend laid his hand on his shoulder,
with a caressing touch, ana looked re-
proachfully into the upturned face.
There was love passing the love of
women between these two.
Don't, old man! For heavens sake,
don't! You'll be having one of your bad
times again. What do you want with any
more past than you've got? There isn't
man in Georgia more honored than you, and
as to family-why, I've shared mine with
you. You're Uncle Jim to Nelly's children
just as much as I'm Uncle Walton. 1--we
tried to make it up to you old fellow, you
know L have" and the strong voice broke
a little
The older man sprang to his feet and
caught his friend by the shoulders. ''Gwin
nett, I'm a selfish BEAST Made it up to me?
Indeed you have-if any one could; only it
comes over me a times with great wave.
L reckon it's the music, the drums and the
flags that have done it to-day. It's hard,
knowing a fellow was a soldier, and yet
not knowing which side he fought on"
Jim Smith, stop that rot! You know
what that Paris specialist told you. Put
your hat on and come out on the balcony.
They're almost here"
jim Smith obeyed with docility. 1t was a
partnership where the younger but weaker
man ruled in every minor matter. They
used to say in Atlanta that Walton Gwin-
nett was measured for Jim Smiths clothes.
The two men picked up their hats, and
were about to step upon the little balcony
before their windows, when the door was
burst open, and a painting, rosy boy, in a
white serge sailor suit, raced in.
"Hello!' cried the intruder, what are you
doing here?"
We thought we were in our own rooms"
said Mr.. Gwinnett, with mock humility;
but perhaps wer mistaken.
The boy-he was about ten years old-had
been looking about him in bewiderment.
Then he burst into a merry laugh. 4 beg
your pardon. / must have come up one
flight too many. / raced ahead of Aunt
Grace who waited for the elevator. o
dear! there's the procession, and may miss
father after all"
Come out on our balcony I'll send a
bellboy to your mother and tell her where
said (NWrinnatf cordially
Before he had finished speaking the boy
was outside, waving his white cap and
shouting to some one below.
There they are; the floor below; two
balconies along" Then I'm all right,
group of three ladies, who We're gazing up
at him in establishment. The gentlemen
lifted their hats, the ladies seemed to ac
cept the situation, and they a. settled down
to reviewing the parade
II say" said the boy, I'm glad | made
the mistake, for you can see better up
''if l do not trouble you"
He was in unceasing motion, now Kick
ing his heels, hanging over the rail. wrtg-
Cling about, and every once in while ex-
ploding into a cheer on any provocation.
Just you wait till the New Haven In
vincibles come along, then you'll see march
ing. I'll bet they beat the Seventh.
Fathers the captain of Company A. That's
the first company. IN going to join when
/ grow up There's been Trumbull in the
Invincibles for over a hundred years My
grandfather was a captain, too; and he got
killed in the war All, there's battle flag.
s'Hold on TO him. Smith, or he'll be over
the railing" The men gripped him by the
blouse while they laughed at their visitors
prodigal enthusiasm. The boy ratified on
with the confidence of a child who has al
ways had an entranced audience.
Il love to see the DID, tattered flags, only
it makes grandma cry. You see. it reminds
her of grandpa. That's my grandmother in
the black dress. and that's Aunt Grace In
the bonnet with the peoples. We've just
been down to Tiffanys to get my dog col
lar 1t wouldn't lock. And that's mother
with the blue flowers in her belt. They're
for Yale you know.
The two men looked down at the group
with interest. They were all three beautiful
and nguished-lOoking women. Every
now and then one of them would look up at
their boy and smile with proud satisfac-
ton they did not try to eone e(2I;ora il tho
Invincibles?" said Mr.. Gwinnett, in
shamefaced way.
Mr.. Smith gave him a quick look over the
boys head that brought the blood to his
Wei that's a good joke! Won't Aunt
Grace Laugh, WY sEas she eari lsn form MARRIED
pause; then, "Ah, oh, here they come! The
Invncibles. Now, yell for all you're
The splendid Seventh had just swung into
Madison square, past the reviewing stand
to the sound of a mighty cheer which had
encompassed them down Fifth avenue.
Behind them came the guests of the day.
the New Haven InvinCibles, a military or
ganizatton almost as old as the days ,Sfs OF OF
colonial times, the bearskin shakos, the
pure white facings of the elaborate uni
forms all made them the mark for the eyes
of the multitude. Their alignment was per-
feet AS they flashed into the square, their
band playing "Garryowen," the boy jumped
on his chair in very frenzy of excitement,
and tearing his blue silk handkerchief from
around his collar gave the short sharp
"Rah, Rah, Rah, Yale" at the top OF MS
Here and there, through the square, the
intense blue of the Yale flag could be seen,
and before the boy had finished the crowd
round the hotel steps led by body of
students, had taken up the cheer. Again
and again it cut the air with that tremen-
dous warmth and vim New York accordS
her guests. Connecticut owned the town
for that day. a. a.,
head i' Of that company. See? The tall man
with the plain face. Oh, tell you, he's
He had sunk back in his chair, his fair
face all aglow, and he looked up at the
older man with a friendly confidence charm
ing to see. I'm sure of it, said Mr.. Smith,
now? Mine is James smith
"Francis Trumbull,' said the boy, proudly.
I'm the third of that name. Have you got
little boy?" 49,
There was a perceptible pause, which
made the boy curious, before the man said'
slo oT6,'.
That's a pity" said Francis, compass
sionately;" it's a great thing for a man to
have a little boy. don't know what they'd
do without me-"
He was so sure of his own Importance so
serene in it, that it touched the lonely man
beside him. Had he ever been of so much
account?