The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1903-09-17

"That's nothin'. Anybody along

bHc TOdu IL give me luuCH. MOst u
'em expect ride in my wagon some
time. It alters makes folks gen'rous
hearted to you fer you ter have
sump'n they wants"
"Now, you fellers CANT stay hyer,"
he said after the breakfast was fin
ished. "It's 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 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, I take it,
but they amt people to go back on
feller what's wounded, ner one ats
takin' keer er the unfort'nit."
"Yes; we're rebs. What are your"
"I'm teamster," replied their host,
with fine air of neutrality.
They stopped in front of cottage
with 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, a
girl came out on the portico.
"How are you, Rosalyn? You see
I've brought you a Johnny reb to
take care Of"
Vh~ n;rJ froxypod do rkly
"How dare you call him names?
Maybe he was that when he fought.
| When he is wounded he is a southern
soldier"
'She has brown eyes," thought
Shivers, looking at her with a long,
| 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
well. 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 wouldn't if had known
that you would be wounded. I'm sc
sorry"
"Sorry that I am wounded?"
Eyes, and that waved the flag"
Il am not sorry for that; rather
liked it. Perhaps 1 am not so sorry
for being wounded as was some
hours ago."
His wound had been skillfully
dressed and the pain was lessened
Through window opposite his coucf
he looked out into a mesh OF pink
blossomed vines above which was {
CLINT of blue sky, sun-bathed. AND
the soft eyes yet looked at him sor
rowfully. Small wonder that his grie
was assuaged.
July dreamed into August, Angus
drowsed into September, Septembe
awakened the world to a new life
and then Jack Shivers went to hi
southern home, leaving a very sor
rowful little maiden in the cottag
under the oak trees, but she held
sweet hope in her heart as he he'll
her hand at the parting and said
"When the war is over"
The daisies have blossomed man
times on the field of Gettysburg an
the SHOWS Of time have descende
upon the heads that then were youns
In the little cottage under the mas
( nolias a white-haired man and won
an go hand in hand adown the slop
of life. When the Fourth of Jul
comes she lifts brown eyes upwar
, to him and says: Lets hang out tn
: old flag, Jack" He assents and sh
brings it from its hiding place. Tn
passerby might say that its color
were faded and it's stars had los
their sheen, but Jack Shivers says
. is more beautiful now than when
E waved defiance to him in the Ion
\ ago. Then they both fall to dream
ing of the Fourth of July in '63.