The Houma courier. (Houma, La.) 1878-1939, 1903-09-12

Thing. The sound seemed 50 bring
him out 81 his Isolation he was stiA
in q world where men could whistle.
He stepped out into the road as the
wagon drew up. The driver stopped
his horses suddenly and said is q
gruns but not u~nfriendly, tone:
Mornin."
Good morning
aYVhat do you want. comm round
akserin' my bosses So early in the
morninsqn
- ride IL your wagon and some
thing To eat"
The man took from under the
wagon seat some pieces Of bread and
meat and a bottle of coffee.
II keep q perambulatin' house *
entertainment. Breakfus' fer two ct
you wan ter bring a friend, an
trained walters. Furrin languages
spoke. Guests rekested not ter fee
the walters. All perkisites blong
ter the boss. All you want now is 9
Are ter warm Il by an somebody ter
perside at the bar, which I'm him"
There was a CLINT of honesty in the
rugged face and a frank tone in the
voice that inspired confidence, and
Jim led the way TO where his wound
ed friend lay.
"Purty as a picter. I'd like ter set
him up on the mantel piece ter look
at, but in a storm I'd rather tie ter
you"
He SO far yielded to the universal
dominance 81 the picturesque as TO
kindle the FIRE and heat the break
fast for the wounded boy.
81 ,allers goes p~ervided; no TELLS
what might turn up"
"Y8d had brought it for yourself,
and now you are giving it away,
said Jim, who had arrived at a stage
where the claims of his fellowmen
began again 10 appeal to him.
RThat's nothin'. Anybody along
the roadn give me a lunch. Most OF
'em expect a ride in my wagon some
time. 1t alters makes folks g%en'rous
hearted to you fer you ter have
sump'n they wants"
snow, you fellers CANT stay hyer,"
he said after the breakfast was fin
ished. 'It's dangerous. Somebodyn
!, 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 a place
down hyer on the road whar you'd
: be safe 'nough. I'll take you thar
, They's Yanks. en- you's rebs, / take it
E but they amt people to go back on
) Teller what's wounded, e n att
takin' keer err the u~nfOrtnit."
| ayes; we're rebs. What r your
eTm a teamster," replied their host
/. with a fine air of neutrality.
h They stopped in front of a cottag'
; with a rose vine growing over it ant
pink roses peeping out brightly.
4 great Newfoundland dog sleeping i
! the yard arose and came to the gate
= wagging his tail in a friendly way.
sHere we are" said the teamstel
lifting the boy out. AS he carrie
him up the steps, confident of tn
q welcome he did not stop to ask,
girl came out on the porticO.
= How are you, Rosalyn? You sc
I I've brought you a Johnny reb t
take care CT"
The girl frowned darkly.
I "How dare you call him names
y Maybe he was that when he Tough
= When he is wounded he is a southeT
soldier"
= "She has brown eyes," though
I Shivers, looking at her with a loni
! slow glance through half shut eye
She was not defiant now, but gent
and sympathetic, and Shivers though
she had tears in her eyes when 81
looked at him. He could not 81
Y we'll. He was dazed by fatigue al
4 the pain Of his wound. Even as
= looked at her he drifted off into u
consciousness.
e When he came back to the wor
: the soft eyes stiu looked compassio
y ateIy at him. His thought went bac
cropping for a memory Of her.
"You are the girl who waved Il
LaaGat me-"
"Oh, but 1 wouldn't IT had KNOW
Us that you would be wounded. I'm
sorry"
OF SORRY that I am wounded?"
T. "Yes, and that I waved the flag"
OF II amenot sorry for that; I Ratb
Of liked it. Perhaps / am not so scr
he for being wounded as 1 was soi
IS hours ago."
nc His wound had been skillfu'
dressed and the pain was lessen'
.at Through a window opposite his cou
TO he looked out into a mesh Of piL
lst blossomed vines above which was
ms CLINT of blue sky, sun-bathed. A
the soft eyes yet looked at him 81
rowfuIly. Small wonder that his go
was assuaged.
July dreamed into August, Aug
le- drowsed into September, Septeml
awakened the world to a new Ii
and then Jack Shivers went to
southern home, leaving a very s
TT rowful little maiden in the cotts
ing under the oak trees, but she held
ess sweet hope in her heart as he h
her hand at the parting and 50
ere "When the war is over"
rs2 The daisies have blOssomed ma
go times on the field of Gettysburg q
or the SHOWS Of time have descen,
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