The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-11-20

won't be long. He's mastery man at
! ightin', the general"
The neighbors had long ceased to re-
mind her that Lincoln and Grant and
many other heroes were gone to sleep.
Her son, as he crawled about, the old
! bullet wound in his chest troubling him
badly, did not argue with her.
They won't be gone lone, gram said
ne, and then you'll sit in the sun and
watch them marching home again.
Deed [ WILL" said the old lady.
Bless EN-. They was too young to go
anyway, most of 'em. Tommy Mar
shalls mother shouldn' have lowed
him go--the little fellow amt no older
than my Jim was when he died-15 and
2 MONTHS
why, mother said the man, cough
| ing painfully Don't you remember
Mrs. Marshall's dead? And Toms more
like five an twenty than fifteen"
Don tell me-" said Grandmother
Marcy "Only a little time ago
whacked him with broom for breakin'
a pane of glass. But he was mos like
poor jim, and that's why L gave him it
when he was marchin' away to join
General Grant. He's a good boy, is lit
tie Tommy"
He's a sergeant, he is" said Jimmie,
land l bet he'll come back a captain.
Wish't I was big enough to go, too"
And leave granny and me?" said his
father, wistfully. WED find it hard to
get on without you"
Jimmie sighed and then forced a
smile Up to this he had been rather
proud that by working here and there
and cleaning out the school house and
so on he was, although only IA, the
main support and head of that impov-
erished family, for the store did not
draw many customers. The excitement
of war time possessed him now, and he
longed to be with the army.
What did you say you gave Tom
Marshall when he marched off, gran
ny?" he asked.
Little Tommy?" said the old lady.
already forgetting what she had been
talking about. Yes; he be mos like
my little jim, he be, and I was main
sorry to see the child go to the war.
He looked handsome, marchin' off, and
as like Jim as peanuts. So give it him,
am told him 'twould bring him good
lucl1-the boy"
What did you give him?''
The old red neckerchief. to be surel
He's a good boy, Tommy be, an twill
bring him luck"
The Custer neckerchief our Ned
wore in the cavalry?" cried the vet
eran turning white.
Yes" said Grandmother Marcy, COM
placently. He was as like Jim, that
boy, an I wanted him to have some
thing to bring him luck"
The crippled man sank back in his
chair, white and shaking. He tried to
speak, but paroXysm of coughing
seized him and a thin thread of blood
ran from his lips. Jimmie was almost
as badly disturbed, but he ran at once
to a chest in a corner Of the house,
unlocked it, and came back to place his
brown hand softly on his fathers thin
shaking one, as it was held out to meet
him.
It's gone" said jim "she did give
it,
We're ruined" said Marcy, trem-
bling. "Twas foolish to use the Gus
ter neckerchief. What's to be done, Jim
mic boy? Thanksgiving not so far off
There's not time to do it. Twill take
another years hard work.
Il must find Tom Marshall said jim,
with determination.
How, sonny. He's in Cuba by this
this time, perhaps, and the old red
neckerchief-you don't know how
things get lost on the march and in
camp"
Il must find Tom Marshall" Jim re-
peated and his brown, freckled face
assumed a look SO firm that he seemed
ten years older.
'.Yes'm,' grandmother Marcy. all ig-
norant of the CONSERVATION she had
created, was saying to a neighbor.
The soldiers will be marchin back, an
I'm Jest a-settin' here watchin' fur
them. P'rhaps General Grant may be
with them, an I give little Tommy
Marshall my boy Ned's red neckerchief
for luck. Ned wore it with Custer all
through the war, an [ reckon it's lucky.
Tommy is like as can be to my baby
Jim that died. Twas an old, big red