The Starkville news. (Starkville, Miss.) 1902-1960, 1903-08-28

"Now, you fellers CANT stay hyer,"
! he said after the breakfast was fin
| ished. Its dangerous. Somebody'n
come along an nab you en-, leastwise,
| my hotel is the only trav'lin one in
these parts, an when it moves on you
won't have no feed" Thar's place
| down hyer on the road whar you'd
be safe 'nough. I'll take you thar.
, They's Yanks en- you's febs, | take it,
but they ain't people to go back on
| feller what's wounded, ner one ats
| takin' keer er the unfort
"Yes; we're rebs. What are you?"
I'm teamster," replied their host,
with fine air of neutrality.
They stopped in front of cottage
| with a rose vine growing over it and
pink roses peeping out brightly. A
great Newfoundland dog sleeping in
| the yard arose and came to the gate,
| wagging his tail in friendly way.
"Here we are" said the teamster,
lifting the boy out. AS he carried
| him up the steps, confident of the
| welcome he did not stop to ask,
girl came out on the portico.
Glow are you, Rosalyn? You see
I've brought you a Johnny reb to
! take care Of"
The girl frowned darkly.
"How dare you call him names?
Maybe he was that when he fought.
| When he is wounded he is southern
soldier"
"She has brown eyes," thought
| CsI. l.
slow glance through half shut eyes.
She was not defiant now, but gentle
and sympathetic. and Shivers thought
she had tears in her eyes when she
| looked at him. He could not see
we'll He was dazed by fatigue and
the pain of his wound. Even as he
looked at her he drifted off into un-
consciousness.
When he came back to the world
the soft eyes still looked compassion
| ately at him. His thought went back,
| cropping for memory of her.
You are the girl who, waved the
flag at me-"
| "Oh, but I wouldn't if l had known
| that you would be wounded. I'm so
sorry"
Sorry that | am wounded?'
eyes. and that | waved the flag"
81 am not sorry for that; l rather
| liked it. Perhaps / am not so sorry
for being wounded as l was some
| hours ago"
His wound had been skillfully
! dressed and the pain was lessened.
! Through a window opposite his couch
he looked out into a mesh of pink
blossomed vines above which was a
CLINT of blue sky. sun-bathed. And
the soft eyes yet looked at him sor
rowfully. Small wonder that his grief
| was assuaged.
/ July dreamed into August, August
drowsed into September, September
| awakened the world to new life,
| and then Jack Shivers went to his
southern home, leaving a very sor-
rowful little maiden in the cottage
under the oak trees, but she held a
; sweet hope in her heart as he held
her hand at the parting and said,
"When the war is over"
The daisies have blossomed many
times on the field of Gettysburg and
the SHOWS of time have descended
upon the heads that then were young.
In the little cottage under the mag
nolias white-haired man and wom-
an go hand in hand adown the slope
of life. When the Fourth of July
comes she lifts brown eyes upward
to him and says: Lets hang out the
old flag, Jack" He assents and she
brings it from its hiding place. The
passerby might say that it's colors
were faded and it's stars had lost
their sheen, but Jack Shivers says it
is more beautiful now than when it
, waved defiance to him in the long
ago. Then they both fall to dream
ing of the Fourth of July in '63.
Meat Inspection in Germany.
An illustration of hardship resulting