Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1898-06-01

strong voice broke little.
The older man sprang to his feet and
caught his friend by the shoulders. "Gwin-
nett I'm a selfish beast Made 1T up to
meY Indeed you have, IL any one could.
Only it comes over me at times with a
great wave. reckon it's the music, the
drums and tho flags that have done it to-
day It's hard, knowing fellow was a
soldier and yet not knowing which side he
fought onp'
Jim Smith, stop that rotl You know
what that Paris specialist told you Put
your hat on and come out on the balcony
They re almost here.
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 painting, rosy boy in
white serge sailor suit raced in.
"Hello" cried the intruder. "What are
you doing here2"
ave thought we were in our own
rooms, said Mr.. Gwinnett, with mock
humility, "but perhaps we're mistaken"
The boy-he was about 10 years old
had been looking about him in bewilder-
ment Then he burst into merry laugh
II beg your pardon. must have come up
one flight too many. l raced ahead of
Aunt Grace, who waited for the elevator
Oh, dear There's the procession, and l
may miss father after ALL
"Come out on our balcony. I'll send a
bellboy to your mother and tell her where
you are," said Mr.. Gwinnett 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 were gazing up
ut him in astonishment. The gentlemen
lifted their hats, the ladies seemed to &C.
cept the situation, and they all settled
down to reviewing the parade
~ say" said the boy, "I'm glad made
the mistake, for you can see better up
here-that is, with polite afterthought.
'if do not trouble YOU"
"Just you wait till the New Haven In.
vincibles come along then youn see
marching. III bet they beat the Seventh
Fathers the captain Of Company A. That's
the first company. I'm going to join when
grow up. There's been Trumbull in
the Invincibles for over 100 years My
grandfather was captain, too, and he got
killed in the war. All, there's battle.
dag Hurrah, hurrah
Il love to see the DID, tattered flags, only
It makes grandma cry You see it re-
minds her of grandpa That's my grand.
mother in the black dress, and that's Aunt
| Grace in the bonnet with the peoples
| We've just been down to Tiffany to get
my dog collar. 1t wouldn't lock And
that's mother with the blue flowers in her
! belt. They re for Yale, you know"
| The splendid Seventh had just swung
into Madison square past the reviewing
| stand to the sound of mighty cheer,
| which had eneompassed them down Fifth
| avenue.
Behind them came the guests of the day
the New Haven Invincibles a military
organization almost as old as the days Of
John Davenport. The blue and buff Of
colonial times, the bearskin shakos, the
pure white facings of the elaborate uni
forms, all made them the mark for tbs
eyes Of the multitude. Their alignment
was perfect.
"There's father, said the lad, Eat the
head of that company. See? The tall mar
with the plain face. Oh, 1 tell you he's
dandyp
He had sunk back in his chair, his fail
face all aglow, and he looked up at thu
older man with a friendly confidence
charming to see. "I'm sure of it., sale
Mr.. Smith heartily. Suppose you tell mt
your name now2 Mine is James Smith. >
Francis Trumbull," said the boy
proudly. I'm the third of that name
Have you got little boya"
There was a perceptible pause, which
made the boy curious, before the man sale
slowly:
"No"
| ~
sionately Its great thing for maj
to have little boy. I don't know wha
they'd do without me-"
He was SO sure Of his own Importance
so serene in 1t, that it touched the lonely
man beside him. Had he ever been of sc
much account?
"Have you got little girl?" went OF
the boy.
st have no one In the whole world be
longing to me. That gentleman, Mr.
Gwinnett, is my friend, and we old bache
lors live together in Atlanta.
There was pause of full minute be
fore the next shot fell.
"Were you in the WARP"
For answer Mr.. Smith pushed back his
gray hair from his forehead and showed {
long, ugly scar that ran up into the scalp
The boy gave low whistle. "Craoky
That must have hurtl You were on tn,
southern slider"
81 DON know said the man. And BIT
smiled, though his eyes were grave
| Don't know?" said the boy; "don''
know which side you were on? Oh, come
| now, you re foolingP
NO." said the man, ~ don't know
and I've been 80 years trying to find out
| I've been to the best doctors in Europe
and this country, but they cannot help me
Do you think you CAM"
The boy hitohed his chair nearer, forget
ting the parade, and laid his hand-it was
long, shapely little hand-on the mans
knee, while he gazed at him with his cleal
blue eyes, full of amazement.
II was wounded at the battle of Atlanta
in the chest and on the head. Mr. Gwin
| nett, who was on the southern side, found
| me unconscious and nearly dead on the
field, where the cavalry had been charging
back and forth 1t is supposed horse
stepped on me- At any rate, when came
to in the negro cabin where Mr.. Gwinneti
had left me l could remember nothing
had no past. In few weeks, as soon as
was able, was moved to Mr.. Gwinnett'
| mothers home in Atlanta. / was long
time getting WELL but l never wore out
their goodness My memory never came
back, and l had to begin all over again
learn my B C's even."
"But," said the boy, "there was your
uniform?"
'Some one had stripped me of that,
| <bipb;pp mo dood Wall I took tho mama