Rogue River courier. (Grants Pass, Or.) 1886-1927, 1901-05-30

wife, If she hadn't blue eyes like the little
girl down south"
. lie lighted his pipe with iaraway look
in his eyes
Yes, lll go down Z tn home next week;
they'll take good care Of the old man while
he rusts out. Well, there1l be lots T. talk
about at nights. with tn whole four year
O tn war to thresh out Maybe III ind
somebody that's been south since I have
an can tell me # l>ottie was happy with
that tall Johnny reb she thought 1t her
duty TO wait for. Well, | was promised to
Marthy, too, so ! guess my duty was as
plain as hers"
He glanced over at little group stand.
ing ia a lot not far away
Tom Beltzer's folks, / guess" he said
Tom told me { wait an they'd give me a
lift home. Shown their company round
u cemetery little. ! guess. Well, amt
IN much OF a hurry, seem It's th last time
I'll ever see Tom an Dicks graves Three
brothers that went south L fight. an me
th' only one L come home out Of a coffin"
The sweet May wind brought him the
scent Of uncounted flowers and the faint
echo Of Marching Through Georgia"
played by a homeward bound band.
Il always love that tune" the old man
sighed. 1T was Georgia where met Lot
tie. How them blue eyes flashed III first
time they lit on a tall Nank They wa. float.
ing IN tears the last time Jaw en- Well.
Marthy was a good wife. an she never knew
carried pair Of blue eyes home in my
hsart. along with the bullet in my shoul.
der"
Voices drew near. A stout, red.faced
woman, two girls and 4 sweet faced elderly
woman In black were approaching
II didn't know you had any acluaint-
ances here. Mis- White. the red faced won.
an was saying as they came Somebody
ye knew a long time ago, eh, Well. we
amt any Of Us growing younger. That's th
monument yonder. Tn Ladies' auxiliary
made gallons o oyster soup an tons o. cake
1 help pay for it,"
AN its a mighty handsome one. too
replied a soft, dreamy voice. We'll we've
got so loyal down ouah way now that maybe
well be buildin monuments. too Nly SON
wore tn blue IN the wah with Spau an
nobody was proudah than me HIS hlherd
A been just as proud. If he'd lived / see ,t
4 good many soldiers buried here, amt
they Isis thaih anybody by the name
OF ShrincrW
Two Of EN-. right over yonder Now,
look at I'm an Gertie. goin' way over l. the
other end o. tn cemetery their pa g1u
{ drive the hosscs right up here I'm
Iertie! Oh.h, En-" She started slowly
down the path, calling shrilly as she went
The sweet faced woman wandered ou a
little, with dropping head
Two Shruers buried hcah." she said
One Of them must be him. To think l'm
come so fan to fnd-his gnvel" She paused |
md looked about her. Right ovah y0n.
iah, Mis- Beitzer said IN have time L |
ook ter il. heioah she comes back
A tall figure IN grand army uniform |
stood al the entrance TO the lot nearest
u beg youah pAhlon." she said "hut is |
ihaih any body by IN name Of Shrncr- !
Lewis Shrncr-buried heah'"
The old man started Not that know |
NJ, maam. I'm well an hearty for o dead |
nan; my wiie's here. but l-Lottci"
Lewis Oh, Lewis have found you. I
It last"
AZ last Lotte; a battered old hulk
m his way TO the home, and 10
"On your way 10 IN home. my home. .
hats waitin' for youah. Lewis Tor us
,othi"
North and south once more clasped
lands. ELISA ARMSTRONG.