Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1903-10-25


and all"
'Go-get so1ne!" she painted Her
motoring hand and her eager eyes
spoke louder than her tongue.
Yes, I will, 1 will, Phebe Ann.
Don't you fret another mite about It. >"
The nurse followed him out Of the
room.
Il can't go 70 the greenhouse% he
~'=lz7ered, tatedly. rs five miles
away"
Land. get an kind Of flowers /" said
the nurse. dandelions and but
ter Ids, if u cant ind anything
else. -
The old man took his hat down with
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 sew
eral bushes. rose and phlox. but it was
too early for them to blossom. Over
at the eft stretched a field and that
was waving with green and gold. Phe-
be AIMS husband went over into the
held, anu began pulling the butter
cups in great handfuls, and the grass
es with them. He had all ne could
carry when he left the field, and went
solemnly down the road.
Sylyester's grave was at the farther
side OF the cemetery. The old man.
With his load Of butter cups and grass
made his way 70 It. The soldiers,
graves were decorated With flags and
flowers, but the people had gone. The
cemetery was very still. When John
Kemp reached Syivester5s grave, IA
started and stared. There vas a great
bunch Of lilaes On the grave. and three
charming, delicate pink roses in
vase.
I wonder who put those flowers
therel" he nattered. He laid the but
tercups aud ass down on the grave:
hen lie sc afiil. It was over wen
ty years since the boy Sylvester had
been laid there-a little soldier who
mad fought only his own pain. Z
wonder who put those flowers there!"
Jonn Kemp muEtered again.
He went out OF the cemetery, but in
stead OF turning down the road toward
MS own home, walked hesitatingly the
other way toward the house Of his
r-in-law-Thomas' 9 wife, as he
always spoke of her.
Lucy's face was at one open window.
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 those flowers
there?' asked the old man in husky
voice
Il did" said Lucy. Her face flushed
1 thought there wouldn't be anybody
to see to it, now Aunt Paebe Ann is
sick" she explained, tinidly.
Her uncle looked wistfully at her
his eyes full of tears. Sylvester was
a dreadful sufferer, he said.
Lucy did not know what to say She
looked up at him, and her soft face
seemed to take on distressed lines like
his.
The old man turned aa.uptly and
Went away. @Phebe Ann is sinking"
he said, il distinctly, as he went.
Lucy mother and her aunt rushed
% the door to meet her. Is Phebe
Ann dead?" Sarah Cook called out.
No, s..e aint dead"
What did he want to see you for?''
asked Mrs. Kemp
Lucy hesitated; shamefaced look
came over her face. What did he
want?" her mother asked, impera-
lively.
He wanted to know who put some
flowers on-Sylvester' grave"
Did you?"
Yes m"
What did you put on?"
Some lilacs and--roses y
You didn't pick those roses ?''
%. mother, the lilacs didn't seem
quite enough. Aunt Phebe Ann has
always done so rnuchr' Lucy said.
She was almost crying.
Her mother and her aunt looked at
each other. T shouldn't have thought
you'd have picked those roses without
saying anything about It, said her
mother, but her voice was embar-
rassed rather than harsh. She went
back TO the kitchen and proceeded with
her work Of making biscuits for sup
per. The sewing was all finished. Lucy
set The table. After supper they went
out N the cemetery. and stroiIed about
looking at the flowers. II the soft. low
Hght- Who brought all that mess Of
0uttercups and grass, I wonder9" said
Sarah Cook, as they stood over syl-
yester's grave.
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