The Brunswick news. [volume] (Brunswick, Ga.) 1901-1903, 1902-11-23

perched on it's trunk dismounted and
proceeded totunfasten the chains that
bound it to the wagon. Miss Ellen
strobe out 70 them. "You are not to
bring thai ithing in here she said
firmly.
The man in charge of the nagpoie
turned With a grin; but, seeing the ex-
preston OF AIiss ElIens face, his grin
died awayiin look of astonshed per-
pleXity.
What in tunket am | to do with it,
them he demanded, u was told to
bring it here
Il don't care what you Go with it,"
retorted Miss Ellen. "All | know is
1t isn't coming in here"
ITS paid for" protested the man as
final shot.
AT this iuncture Miss Jane Partridge
came stalking majcstically down the
little side path. She had borne with
her sisters petulance-e even as she used
to when they We're children just long
enough TO be assured that it was of the
inheXille sort. 1t was now time for the
elder sister to act. She brushed Miss
Ellen aside and laid her hand on the
pole.
Il ordered it" she said Al paid for
it, and l paid for its settjn' up You
may bring it in and set it where show
you"
Miss Ellen turned abruptly and went
into the house. She climbed to the gar
ret and got the large brown satchel
that her father had owned. Then she
gathered together few articles Of
clothing and the dearest of her own
special treasures and kcepsakes and
put them into the bag. This done, she
marched out of the front door, satchel
in hand ana started for the village
depot. Miss Jane was in the back
yard experimenting the erection of the
hagpole and did not notice her sisters
departure.
Miss Ellen reached the depot and sat
down in the vacant ladies' waiting
room She had not the slightest idea
where She was going There was no
relative 10 whom she could Zee from
her sisters tyranny. She thought that
she would take the first train in either
direction ANA travel until evening
Then She would stop at some hotel and
spend the night After a nights sleep
perhaps she would know what to do.
1t was late in the forenoon when
Miss Ellen reached the depot The sta
ton agent had gone to dinner, and his
office was locked up. Noon came, then
half past II, and still no train and no
station agent Miss Ellen fastened her
distracted mind upon the situation and
presently remembered that no train
stopped at Lyndonyille between IL
O'Clock a. m and half past p. m.
What would the station agent think
when he came back and found her
there?
She went to the window and looked
back mp The hill toward the village.
Between Putnam's blacksmith shop
and the store she could just see on the
other side of the village street the low
~ roof Of the cottage where she and
her sister had dwelt for forty years,
Something white and slender was just
waycring up behind il. II rose higher
and higher and finally stood firm and
straight, and Miss Ellen saw that it
was the top of the new dagpole. Jane,
then, was still busy with her triumph.
She had not discovered her sisters de
paiture, OF perhaps she did moi care.
Miss Ellen went back TO her scat
with tears In her eyes. From where
she sat she could look into the ticket
office through the locked glass window,
and on the wall facing her she sa% a
steel engraving Of Abraham Lincoln
How WILDLY it brought up the days Of
the civil war, when her younger broth
or had marched away with the first
regiment of Vermont volunteers, The
tears raiued fastcr down her checks
as the food of memory swept her far
Their ana farther away from her own
petty grievance. She remembered the
crushing news from the front; the
bringing home OF her brothers dear,
torn body; the picture of Abraham
Lincoln which they found hidden in
his bosom; the funeral in the village
church, with the picture Of Lincoln
wreathed in flowers, lying on the dead
soldiers breast, and around him and
the martyr president were wrapped the
folds of the stars and stripes!
Again Miss Ellen rose and went to
the window. a cheer swept family
down the Hill There was flag dying
from the new haspole over the cot
tage, Patriotism had she none Of it
in her loyal heart. and she the sister
Of such patriot as the soldier boy
who slept under the faded Memorial
day fag in the village cemctery4
with sob Miss Ellen caught up her
satchel and breasted the hill. Jane
was right" she whispered. Il am glad
she got the fagpole. and the flag Dear
Robert, 1t was my flag raising too.
II hearts feeling counts for anything.
it was my flag raising too.''