The Van Buren press., 1903-08-22
wagon drew up. The driver stopped

Good morning.
What do you want, comm founu
skeerin' my hosses so early IN inc
mornin'?"
"A ride in your wagon and some
thing TO eat"
The man took from under the
wagon seat some pieces Of bread anu
meat and bottle of coffee.
u keep perambulatin' house er
entertainment. Breakfus' fer two ell
YOU wan ter bring friend an
trained walters. Furrin languages
smoke. Guests rekested not ter Zee
the walters. All perkisiteS long
ter the boss. All you want now Is d
fire ter warm it by an somebody Yer
perside at the bar, which I'm him.
There was CLINT of honesty IN the
rugged face and frank tone IN the
voice that inspired confidence ana
jim led the way TO where his wound
ed friend lay.
"Purty as a picter, Id 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 OF the picturesque as 10
kindle the fire and heat the break
fast for the wounded boy
81 alters goes pervided; no tellin
what might turn up
You had brought it for yourself,
and now you are giving it away
said Jim. who had arrived at stage
where the claims of his fellowmen
began again to appeal to him.
That's nothin'. Anybody along
the roadll give me lunch. Most OF
'em expect a ride in my wagon some
time. 1t 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 II
come along an nab you en-, leastwise,
my hotel is the only tray'lin one in
these parts. an when 1t 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.
Thev's Yanks en- you's rebs, ! take it,
but they amt people to go back on
feller what's wounded, ner one ats
takin' keer er the unfort' nit
az h. q
I'm a teamster." replied their host,
with a fine air of neutrality.
They stopped in front of a 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"
The girl frowncd darkly.
"lIow 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 Shiyers thought
she had tears in her eyes when she
looked at him. He could not see
well. He was da2cd 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.
atcly 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 II ! had known
that you would be wounded. I'm 80
sorry"
sorry that ! am wounded?"
"Ycs, and that ! waved the flag"
81 am not sorry for that; ! rather
liked II. Perhaps | am not so sorry
for being wounded AZ | was some
hours ago"
His wound had been skilltully
dressed and the pain was lcsscned.
Through a window opposite his couch
he looked out into u mesh OF pink.
blossomcd vines above which was u
CLINT of blue sky un.ba,hed And
the soft eyes yet looked ut him sor.
rowfully Small wonder that his grief
was nssuagcd.
July dreamed into August, August
drOwscd into September, September
awakened the world to new life,
and then Jack Shiyers went 10 his
southern home, leaving very sor.
rowful little maiden in the cottage
under the oak trees, but she held n
sweet hope In her heart ps he held
her hand ~ the parting aud SIND,
"Whcn the war h over"
The daisies have bossomcd many
times on the field oi Gettysburg and
the SHOWS ~ time have descended
upnn the heads that then were younv