The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1903-05-29

This toggery made us Yankees too
~conspikous under fire." he remarked.
|thoughtfully, stwirling a red cap on the
point of an old bayonet, while owe the
sides Of q battered valise at his feet
lay the well-preseryed uniform of an
Ellsworth zouave.
Eyes, toe conspikous," he repeated,
|regretfully, "and SO we donned the
blue. But I liked the red" he con-
Hnued, a CLEAN of pleasant memory
lighting up his face. 81 did like the
red; 1t warmed my blood m fired
my zeal, some way.
"Of u I didn't object to wear
Ing the Eblue-wouldn't for the world
but, as I was saying, L did like the
red: and if I am to march tomorrow
with the boys, halt, grizz.ed and gray
as I am, I mean to wear this rig
gtng. Why, it's a part Of me, raley,
and I shall be buried in IT, headgear
and all. some day-yes, some day"
He took the cap from the weapon,
placed 1t carefully at the bottom Of
the valise and dropped the steel
alongside with a suggestive rattle.
hen he folded up the uniform rever-
emily, putting it ava also in the an
cient receptacle which a aroused
the curiosity Of Fair Oaks, as to it's
contents six weeks before. when he
~SdI11G AdlIlOll6 LIS S1IAACAA5 Will ~ o4-
ibutGs blossoms.
Even his landlady, who took him in
from a desire to entertain angels,
but who had utilized his services as
gardner ever since In a purely
mortal manner had wondered many
times what the old ark Of a thing
contained. And the landlord had gone
50 far as to hint at Internal ma
chimes, counterfeit plates, etc..
NE Tad 4 - ~ rxya made ro1oor and oil
the village found IL before sun
down that Mrs. Beuaray's angel was
"a hero Of the ctvtl war, and would
march on the nv9t day in real zouave
uniform.
But Nelson Travers went on with
his hoeing Of vegetables that after
noon as usual; nevertheless, he was
as he thinTied q row Of young beets
carefully, n b,lieve I will. I'll comb
a little of that hair dye into my griz-
ely locks and dampen my mustache
a mite for I want to look as young as
IL feel
He paused some minutes with his
chin IN his palm, resting his heart
in the bygones. Like yistiday, 1t
seems, the first time I paraded in
that uniform" he unused, land the
people fairly tumbled over each other
to see the zouaye column. And Sis
ter Bess was so proud Of me that
day hat she kissed me on both
cheeks and said she'd always mind
Just how r looked
And then she said that II anything
happened me down among the john
nies-and I mind how her voice trem-
bled-she'd have that marchin' pic
ture to comfort her"
A wave Of inconsistencies came over
him. "I b,lieye I would he half
whispered, Il raley b'lieve I would
give up them zouav fxin's, ever con
sent to be buried without 'em If ]
could find Sister Bess; but I guess
I've lost her till the Great Day." And
with a deep sigh he resumed his hoe
ing.
When Nelson Travers came out Of the
southern prison pen it seemed every
body had forgotten him. He would
not have cared much for the worldIt
had never been overly kind-if he had
not lost Bess. But she, mourning hin
as dead, had married and gone, no on
seemed to know where, and he had beer
unable to find her; and she was all hi
had.
Right, forward, march, and thu
measured tread of disciplined fee
together with swirl of dust swuns
around the corner Of Judge Lynch.