Graham guardian., 1898-10-14

wouldn't scratch 1t 1T up, fourteen
inches deep on the average, IN SIX
teen beautiful crooked rows. Fort
unately, or otherwise, she used
plenty of seed, about ten times
more than necessary, and in due
time no, not due time, pard,n me,
IN about six weeks the corn came
up, some of it, some of il may come
yet, time will tell. The tender
young plants were or an average
seven feet apart, in some places,
however, there would be fifteen or
twenty within space of six or
eight square inches.
Well, from that time on they
tended it dutifully, watered 1T every
morning, generally carrying the
water in buckets from the well
near by, nearly drowning the poor
stuff. They hoed out the sun flow
ers, cookie burrs and numerous
other weeds, and finally set up
brush and sticks the same as you
would for green peas or certain
kinds of garden beans. The corn
grew apace, Q don't know what
that means, but I've seen it in
stories written by reputed authors
so | recken it's the correct thing
to say.) and finally after five
months or there abouts peace was
declared. "Willio's Weary Walk
ers", part of them for it didn't re.
quire them all, had whipped the
Spanish army and the Weary
Walkers" were mustered out. Then
homeward few Josephus covered
as he was with glory, malaria, arc
dirty and ragged clothing. He
could have arrived in five days by
the Tightening Express, but being
desir0us of visiting the natives OF
New York, Chicago, Kansas City
and other villages of the east and
so dazzle them with the wonderful
Importance of his glorious person
ge in his S3.65 uniform, he chose
the Limited Freight and arrived
home in just twenty, one days from
the date of his discharge, probably
having passed through the mos
triumphant tour in modern history
And now as he neared his home
his eye frightened and his bosom
swelled with pride for surely some
one at Bowie would have tele
graphed that he was coming, anC
there would be tremedeous crowC
to greet him. The village brass
band would be there, and they
would lift him into an open carri
age, drawn by four white horses
or may be red ones, or yaller ones
if they couldn't get white ones, ant
they would go to the village church
and there would be speeches and
handshaking and after all a ban
qaet and general holiday for all
but no; no crowd. The usual loaf
ers. No brass band. No Yale,
horses. No banquet. just one o,
two who said: "huIlo, Josephus
where you bin?" "How are YEP
etc. Oh, the irony Of fate! How
many q great man is born to be for
ever hidden under u cloud. How
little the world appreciates he
great men. 1t ought not to b'
thusly so, ought it? "Full many
a rose is born to blush unseen ant
waste it's dewy fragrance on tn,
desert air" And that's the way i
was with Josephus, and he felt h'
ought to have stayed in New Yorl
where he was appreciated, ant
where he was expected to drinl
whisky cocktails every five minutes
and eat oysters on the half she(
the balance of the time. But chat
another story" as Rudyard Kip
ling says. { l don't know Rudyart
but may be you do.) And Sc
Josephus sorrowfulIy meanderec
on hls way to his home. His walk
for he preferred not to take a car
riage, led him down a broad, wei
paved, clean swept, freshly sprink
led thoroughfare, shaded by mann
moth chestnut trees behind which
could be seen glimpses of beautiful
villas, luxuriant hedges and bright
hued, we'll kept lawns with here
and there groups Of happy children
giving vent to their exuberanco ir
joyous laughter and childish glee
Oh, what q transformation the old
town had undergone in these few
brief months! At least this is what
he had expected from q careful
persuing of the "Guardian" while
absent. Well, let your imagina
tlon have full sweep; it cant hurt
anyone and may be productive Of
good in the end. But l am digrcs,
sing. .....
A turn Of the corner, a few rods
father, past the old blacksmith shop,
and Josephus was home. Into the
kitchen he walked. There sat
Jerusha DiddIewinkee, his wife,
with u bowl en- het knees silently
peeling peaches. She paused, noted
the appearance of the stranger, and
then said: "Git out. We don't
want nothin today. No books, no
sewing machines, nothin of the
kind. Can't afford to buy them.