Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1900-04-04

and opens his office. I'll be therel Old
marshall boy, all o. k
"Qraer message, Dick. Not sure but
I'd better deliver it at once. Signed
John A. Logan.
See through thai fast enough. Some
old soldier away out West. The Gen
erals big heart has sent him on 10 the
reunion. Dust like Logan. ! want to
meet his old man and small boy myself,
and give 'em breakfast"
Capt Isaac West sat on the porch OF
his small house in a far-off Western
town, with the warm September sun
shine falling across the prairies, think
ing how grandly the old soldiers would
march, and the bands play. and the
dear old flag wave from the great en-
canpment at the capitol. Hadn't seen
Pennsylvania avenue since he was car
ried from a hospital to the train. His
general had sent him home Logan.
Had fought with Logan. loved him as
his own son. for Capt. West was feeble
and old and cripple from battles with
Logan. Only last year the good Cen
eral had been 10 see him and his little
grandson Jimmie, as the Western train
Lated a bit in the town.
Grandfather! | say. grandfather!
Can't you get over TO the station for a
minute? Gen. Logan is going through,
and he can't stop, Company G is out,
and the band, and everybody! Tom
told me at the store Breathless and
eager. Jimmie rushed to the porch
grabbed grdndiathers crutch and hat
and began pulling him up out of his
chair. Logan, sorny? Did you say
Logan! Yes. yes, of course can get
there. Step lively. sonny. Hold on to
grandfather's arm; there, there, wonder
we didn't see it in the paper"
Gen. Logan was in the West. Every
body was getting off TO the annual g.
A. r. News Of his train preceded him,
and at all the stations people waited for
word, hand shake or flash of their
leaders eye, or smile from his dark,
magnetic face. AS he stepped off the
car, and men crowded about him, jim
mic touched him on the arm: General,
here's grandfather, He wants to shake
hands"
well, captain, old man, glad to see
you What can do for you, this time?
Ought to be on your way to join the
boys. Ranks pretty well broken. We
need"
The General was pushed and crowd
ed, the sentence unfinished, but Jimmie
said wildly, 20 General | wish l could
take him. How can we go! 1t takes
money-and---"
60? You SHALL Jimmie Get ready
to-day. I'll see that you are taken care
of Don't be afraid
The noon train whistled and was off.
Good-bys were shouted. the boys cheer
ed flags waved, Company c marched
up the street and grandfather and jim
mie hurried home.
From the nearest city kilograms fash
ed over the wires, tickets found their
way to the old captain and Jimmie, and
long night dispatch went lis east
ward way 1t was a "queer dispatch"
but as the 7:10 train rolled into the B.
& o. depot, a young telegraph operator
easily recognized the "old man-and
small boy" Gen. Logan, himself, could
never have given them warmer wei.
come After good breakfast, and Mr..
Denman was seated in his office, the
dispatch was given to him.
Mr. Denman read it aloud, then said,
Eyes. and as many more as Gen. Logan
sends me-
1t is too long a story, the joy of the
old capt u and his small guide. Need
less TO tell how comrades met, how like
a dream to the old soldier the kindness
of friends. the glory of the encamp-
ment Both comrades, the great-heart-
ed man, the soldiers beloved friend,
and the crippled captain, before an
other reunion came had passed into the
Beautiful City. the City of Peace
Margaret Spencer.