The Banner-Democrat., 1901-09-14
-. 80. ;r,o The tar-away days Of

the tree tops into the far-away days OF
her youth. -.
Madue is a coward" she said. Don't
you remember how afraid she was OF
that great yellow dog next door! Yet
she ran out and drove him away to save
her kittens life. What you've said
makes me think of something that hap
pened years and years ago, and maybe
when I tell you the story you'll under
stand that there can be tive kinds OF
courage"
Madge Struggled her head into the
comfortable curve of grandma's shoui-
der, the other little nurse came to lean
against her knee, and the boys seated
themselves on the steps below.
81 am going to tell you about little
girl who lived in Tennessee. Madge re-
minds me of her, for she has just the
same yellow curls, and the same way OF
being frightened at fighting and blood:
Her big brother used to tease her ana
tell her she would never be brave.
Margaret was about twelve years OLD
when the civil war broke out, and our
dear country was torn In two. Her
father was dead, her big brother had
ridden away to fight for his cause ana
Margaret was left to care for her motn-
er, who was sick and worried. Most
of the servants were gone, and the oia
house was full of lonesomeness ana
dreary thoughts to poor Margaret.
"One evening Margaret saw a man
coming slowly across the snow-coVefeo
lawn. and she ran down the stairs TO
open the door. Perhaps her brother
had come back home, she thought; but
as the lamplight fell upon him, she saw
that his uniform was dark blue, and
that the right side was drenched with
color she hated to see.
"T1e looked even younger than hel
brother. and when she saw how veal
he was, she forgot the blood and th'
uniform, and called for the servants t'
help her. They laid him on the Wild
spare room bed; then Margaret strug
gled on her jacket and hat, and rod
through the dark and cold for the near
est doctor.
For five weeks the soldier lay ii
All that time Margaret helped to nurs
him, and when he went back to the arm
, he kissed her and said, 'Good-by, m
dear little sister. When the war is owe
: l will surely come back to see you
"He did go back, and he found Maj
! garet more alone than ever. The Of
, home was broken up, her mother dea
: and her brother never came back frol
: the war; So he brought the little gi
e who had done so much to save his III
e to our home, for this soldier was n
S youngest brother.
e "They came in May, just such blu
y sunshiny weather as to-day. We we
It celebrating our first Memorial day,
remember. and Margaret helped us wi
the wreaths and flowers.
Margaret was always little siste
II and years after, on another Memoir
,e day. she married a soldier. She w
l. Madge's grandmother. That's whe
Is Madge gets her curls and her nan
2 and what you call fraidcatness.' And
i'd am sure that when the time comes S
sh will show just the same kind of cot
of age" d.
E. The sun had grown crimson wh
If, grandma was telling her tale.
he ''Red sky at night,
lie Sailors delight"
III, she said, as she rose to go indoo
ist "We'ft have bright Memorial day
a morrow. Now don't quarrel any me
dears."
,er Julius turned to Madge. Nurse"
he said, "after all, this soldier has only
lie leg broken, but you must take good c
nix of him so he can march in the parade
3D. morrow"
sic. And Nurse Madge, gathering up
bandages, answered bravely, "All ri
of General r-Charioffe Cuthbert Rob
len in Youths Companion.