Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1901-05-29

were pertorce Obliged 10 content tnein-
selves with their show cemetery ana
to revile the burying ground on the
hill as a worthless old brier patch.
The boys who had marched away
from Brokenstraw to defend their
country and had been brought back
wrapped in her flag were all lald I'D
East cemetery-that Is. nearly all.
Up In the hill burying ground. away
back under a clump of evergreens and
q dense carpet Of myrtle. was an IN
marked grave. 1t was that Of william
Bond, private, One Hundred ana
Twelfth regiment. New York voluh'
teers. who fell at Spottsylvania.
Some one brought William BOND
home. and with singularly bad judg-
ment. according to the lights OF
f,rokenstraw, laid him to rest on the
hilltop instead Of the valley. Private
VILLA N Bonds grave had been neg
iected anu wei nigh folg Jtten Tor
many year.
So, when Brolislstraw iegan II pan
a grand Memorial day service. rs Il
centerel about the Last cemetery. No
mention whataVcr WAS made OF the
buryin" ground On the biz.
"Thar's goin to be great dCin's Me-
mortal day. hear" said the widow,
Jane Bump. who was calling on Miss
Hetty pringle one early May after
noon.
Miss Hetty, a faded, withered old
maid, stopped pairing apples long
| enough to murmur gentle assent.
The widow, who was an acknowledged
authority on all the gossip of the dis
trict, ratified volubly on: They're a-goin
| to hev the band over from May Town,
an Elder Sc0tt's a-comin from Dur
keyville, an they tell me that Lawyer
| Frank Griswold is to speech make. l
heerd him last year to Sherman an,
! land, 'ow he did holler! He's got a
voice you kin hear moren mile, an
i when he called on them soldiers by
name, in Sherman buryin ground. l
! shouldn't hey ben one mite surprised
| to see en- git right out of their graves.
! Gabrel's trump want nothin to it,
| And the widow who was facetiously
| inclined shook her rotund shoulders
| with laughter.
! Miss Hetty smiled alphabetically
! and went on pairing apples.
| Then, after the exercise, singin Ivy
| the Presbyterian an Baptist choirs an
| prayin by the ministers an yel!in by
| Lawyer Griswoll, then the band |!
| play real solemn music. an everybodyll
| 90 round an lay flowers on the soldiers
! graves. oh, it'll be grand. It's high
| time Rrokenstraw was up an a-dop
| sOmethin like this. tell the folks
we're way behind the times"
II suppose" said Miss Hetty nerv-
ously. that they'll decorate in both
! cemeteries"
Both cemeteries" cried the Widow
| Bump in alnaZement. "Why, there
| hain't no soldiers buried on the hill"'
"There's William Bond" said Miss
| Hetty timidly. and even as she spoke
| a faint flush crcpt to her faded cheek.
as the dying rays of the sunset illu-
| mine for one instant a frosty. icebound
| landscape.
civilian Rond." with sort OF dis
dain. He! Why. Miss Eetty. you
know be never amounted to row Of
| pins. He was a wuthess. shiftless
critter. dunno why anybody should
| want to decorate him."
And yet he died for his country just
| as much as the Others" interposed
Miss Hetty. with trembling voice.
well. good land. Hetty Pringle,
who is a-goin to climb that hill an
scramble through them berry bushes
| to put flowers on the grave of secb a
good for nothin"
Don't" said Miss Hetty. rising
fercely. II can't bear TO hear you
| speak so of him of any man who
| gave up his life for his country"
"Waal. waal." retorted the widow
testify. Il dunno as il hurts him. He's
| been dead long enough. SO he shouldn't
have no feelin. an as for you / do re-
member now you was kinder sweet on
him. WAL. wall No offense." And
/ the widow took herself away to tell
! the story at her next visit.