Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1901-05-28

wife, if she hadn't blue eyes like the little
girl down SOUTH"
He lighted his pipe with faraway look
in his eyes.
Eyes, I'll go down t. TIL home next week;
they'll take good care of the old man while
he rusts out. Well, there'll be lots t. talk
about at nights, with TIL whole four year
o tn war to thresh out Maybe I'll find
somebody that's been south since l have
an can tell me if Lottie was happy with
that tall Johnny reb she thought it her
duty to wait for. Well, was promised to
Marthy, too, SO guess my duty was as
plain as hers"
He glanced over at a little group stand.
ing in a lot not far away.
TON Beltzer's folks, guess" he said.
"Tom told me t. wait an they'd give me
lift home. Shown their company round
tn cemetery little, guess. Well, amt
in much of a hurry, seem its tn last time
III ever see Tom an Dicks graves. Three
brothers that went south t fight, an me
tn only one t come home out of coffin"
The sweet May wind brought him the
scent of uncounted flowers and the faint
echo of Marching Through Georgia, !"
played by homeward bound band.
II always love that tune" the old man
sighed. 1T was Georgia where I met Lot.
tie. How them blue eyes flashed TIL first
time they lit ON tall Yank. They was float
ing in tears the last time I saw 'em. Well,
Marthy was good wife, an she never knew
/ carried pair of blue eyes home in my
heart, along with the bullet in my shout.
der"
Voices drew near. A stout, red-faced
woman, two girls and sweet-faced elderly
i IL al.
Il didn't know you had any acquaint.
an was saying as they came. Somebody
amt any of us growing younger. That's tn
monument yonder. Tn Ladies' auxiliary
made gallons O. oyster soup an tons O. cake
t help pay for it,"
can it's mighty handsome one, too"
replied soft, dreamy voice. "Well, we've
got so loyal down ouah way now that maybe
we'll be buildin' monuments, too My son
wore tn blue in the wah with Spain, an
nobody was proudah than me- His father'd
a. been just as proud, if he'd lived t see it..
A good many soldiers buried here, amt
they? Isis thaih anybody by the name
of Shrinerf"
Two of 'em, right over yonder. Now,
look at En- an Gertie, goin' way over t. the
other end O. tn cemetery-an' their pa goin'
t drive the bosses right up here! En-!
Gertie! Oh-h, Em!" She started slowly
down the path, calling shrilly as she went.
The sweet-faced woman wandered on q
little, with dropping head.
1.-TWO Shriners buried heah," she said.
Zone of them must be him. To think I'm
come SO fab to find-his gravel" She paused
and looked about her. Right ovah yon-
dab, Mis- Beltzer said. I'll have time t
look fer it, befoah she comes back"
A tall figure in grand army uniform
stood at the entrance to the lot nearest.
~ beg youah pahdon," she said, "but is
thaih anybody by tn name of Shriner-
Lewis Shriner-buried heahf"
The old man started. "Not that know
of, ma'am. I'm well an hearty for dead
man; my wife's here, but I-Lottie!"
"Lewisl Oh, Lewis! have found you,
at last"
cat last, Lottie; a battered old hulk
on his way to the home, and"
"On your way to tn home, my home,
that's waitin' for youah, Lewiston US
| both!"
North and south once more clasped
hands. ELISA ARMSTRONG.