Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1901-05-30

What for? | amt going to have
any in the house!They're too sweet
they're sickish!"
Il amt going to bring them into the
house." said Lucy. She let a branch
fly back and went across the yard with
a great bunch OF lilacs in her hands.
Il wonder what she's up to-" said
her mother.
Lucy returned just before the pro-
cession passed. The cemetery was q
little way beyond the house. Her
mother and aunt. and a neighbor who
had come in stood at the windows
listening eagerly to the approaching
music. Lucy Joined them. The 0
cesison filed slowly past: The Grand
Army men. the village band. the min
listers and local dignitaries. and tho
rear-guard of children with flow ers.
An accompanying crowd ~thronged the
sidewalks.
I've just been saying to Sarah that
Phebe Ann won't have Sylvester's
grave decked out much this year"
said Mrs. Kemp. Her voice was pleas
anter and NOR guarded than before.
Il heard Phebe Ann was pretty
low" said the neighbor.
Phebe AIMS husband went softly
behind the nurse to the Bedroom.
Phebe Ann looked up at him and beck
oned i~mperatively. He went close and
bent over her. What is it, Phebe
ANN" said he.
is it-Decoration day." she whis-
pered with difficulty, for she was
growing very weak.
Yes. it's, Phebe Ann" said her
husband.
Have you got-any flowers for
Sylvester's g~rave?"
mo, I amt. | amt thought OF it,
Phebe Ann, with your being Sc sick,
and all"
"Go-get some!" she painted. Her
motioning hand and her eager eyes
spoke louder than her tongue.
Yes, I will, / will, Phebe Ann:
Don't you fret another mite about it"
The nurse followed him out OF the
room.
81 cant go to the greenhouse" he
whispered agitatedly. ITS five miles
away"
Land, get any kind Of flowers"
said the nurse. Get dandelions and
buttercups, if you can't find anything
else"
The old man took his hat down with
a bewildered air and went slowly out
Of the yard. At the gate he paused
and looked around. There were no
flowers in the yard; there were several
bushes, rose and phlox, but it was too
early for them to blossom. Over at
the left stretched a field. and that was
waving with green and gold. Phebe
AIMS husband went over into the
field and began pulling the buttercups
in great handfulls, and the grass with
them. He had all he could carry
when he left the field and went SOL
emily down the road.
Sylvester's grave was at the farther
side of the cemetery. h old man
with his load Of buttercups and grass
made his way to it. h soldiers
graves were decorated with flags ant
flowers, but the people had gone. Thu
cemetery was very still. When John
Kemp reached Sylvester's grave, he
started and stared. There was a great
bunch of lilacs on the grave and three
charming, delicate pink roses in d
vase.
81 wonder who put those flowers
there" he muttered. He laid the but
tercups and grass down on the grave;
Their he stood still, 1t was over TWEEN
nv years since the boy Sylvester had
been laid there-a little soldier VIII
had fought only his W pain. y
wonder who put those flowers there!'
John Kemp muttered again.
He went out of the cemetery, but
instead of turning down the road
toward his own home, walked hest
tatingly the other way toward the
house of his observation-disclosures
wife. as he always spoke OF her.
Iucy's face was at n open win.
dow. her Aunt Sarah Cooks at the
other.
LUCY" called the old man. stand
ing at the gate.
Lucy came out to him tremblingly'
Sarah Cook ran to tell her sister; she
thought Phebe Ann must be dead.
DO you know who put now
ers there?" asked the old man IN a
husky voice.
Il did," said Lucy. Her face flushed
'I thought there wouldn't be anypoay
to see to it, now Aunt Phebe Ann l.
sick" she explained timidly.
Her uncle looked wistfuliy at ner'
his eyes full of tears. sylvester was
a dreadful sufferer" he said.
Lucy did not know what to say. snc
looked up at him, and her soft face
seemed to take on distressed lines ike
his.
The old mar turned abruptly anu
wen away. "Phebe Ann Is SINKING
he said. indistinctly, as he went.
Lucy's mother and her aunt rusneo
80 tha door To meet her. lis PheDs