Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1898-07-16

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ness, first taken the warm little bun
die into his one arm, lie had glanced
up at the bullet-riddled flag that al
ways hung above the family mantel
and said softly: Margaret, I nearly
gave my life for old glory and you
all but gave yours for baby; suppose
we call her little Glory?'" and the
gentle mother had answered: "All
right, John; she shall be our little
Glory"
Tho neighbors had said it was silly
sort of name; that Harriet or Susan or
even fancy name like Rose would
have gone beautifully with Price; but
they for their parts never knew child
with such fool name to come to any
good, and they one and all hoped that
she would be true to her name and
not come to an inglorious end; but it
was plainly evident they did not look
for any such miracle and would be al
most disappointed if the united pre-.
diction of the neighborhood should
prove untrue.
Notwithstanding the shadow of her
name little Glory thrived and grew so
sweet and winsome that even passing
strangers would stop to pat the crown
of golden curls and gaze into the per-
feet face.
Nothing pleased her childish fancy
more than to hear tales of the uphold
ing of the old flag, and oftentimes
with shining eyes she would stroke
the empty sleeve and look up into the
weatherbeaten face she loved so we'll
and wonder "what little girl like
Glory Price could ever do to serve
her country"
"Be true soldiers daughter" her
father would reply; "for some day the
union may need strong men and brave
women again, you know"
The years came and went, bringing
with them rare and perfect woman
hood for the old soldiers daughter.
She was still Glory Price, for to one
after the other she had said "No,"
scarcely realizing that her heart was
afoat with one who was serving under
the old flag, until she read that the
battleship Maine -Jim's ship-had
been ordered to Havana harbor to pro-
tect American interests there. I'm
shed tears trembled in the blue eyes at
the thought that perhaps she should not
see him again, and, startled at what she
read in her own heart, Glory flung
herself upon her little white bed in M
agony of tears.
But Jim did come, just to say good
by, and as he strobe up to the old
Price homestead Glory thought him
the handsomest and bravest looking
man she ever saw.
Before he left he had won her
promise to be his bride upon his re-
turn, and, laughing at her fears, as
sured her that sending the ship was
only precautionary measure, and his
absence would not be long.
1t was sweet and sad parting,
their happiness so newly found, their
separation so soon.
81 go, my darling" he said, ten
derby, "to fight for the old flag if nec-
essary, and then my reward will be
the sweetest Glory that ever was given
to man. You will be true to me, will
you not, dear, and God grant that I
come back to you soon," and, not dar-
ing to trust himself further, the strong
man passionately kissed the tear
stained face and was gone.
She could not shake off the strange
forboding that would not leave her
until her father loosely asked why
finding lover had made his Glory so
dim.
Time passed, still the shadow of i'll
seemed never to tighten.
On that February morning when
the world was appalled, at the horri-
BILE disaster to the Maine Glory went
into the kitchen to give the order to
the grocery clerk.
''H card the news?" he inquired ex-
citedly; "battleship Maine is blown
up and everybody on board is killed
but what's the matter? Help" he
shouted, for the shadow had dark
ened, and Glory was granted the bless
ing of Inconsistencies.
Then came the horrible lays of
waiting for the official reports, and
finally it was found that Jim was
alive, but horribly mangled and
burned, and Glory knew from the dis
patches that he was manned for life.
Honest John Price and his wife
grieved over the change in their
daughter, who was but ghost Of her