Oxford eagle. (Oxford, Lafayette Co., Miss.) 1876-current, 1903-08-20

"A ride in your wagon and some
thing to eat"
The man took from under the
wagon seat some pieces of bread and
meat and bottle of coffee.
Il keep a perambulatin' house er
entertainment Breakfus' fer two ef
you wan ter bring a friend, an
trained walters. Furrin languages
spoke. Guests rekested not ter fee
the walters. All perkisites b'long
ter the boss. All you want now is
FIRE ter warm IL by an somebody ter
perside at the bar, which I'm him.
Theresvas CLINT of honesty in the
rugged face and frank tone in sas
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 of the picturesque as to
kindle the fire and heat the break
fast for the wounded boy.
II alters goes pervided; no tellin'
what might turn up"
"You had brought it for yourself,
and now you are giving it away" f"
said Jim, who had arrived at a stage
where the claims of his fellowmen
began again to appeal to him.
That's nothin'. Anybody along
the road'll give me lunch. Most of
'em expect 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. ITS dangerous. Somebody'll
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 1t,
but they amt people to go back on a
feller what's wounded, ner one ats
takin' keer er the unfort'nit."
"Yes; we're rebs. What are your"
I'm a teamster," replied their host,
with fine air of neutrality.
They stopped in front of cottage
with a 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 a 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 frowned darkly.
"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 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 a memory of her.
You are the girl who waved the
flag at me-"
''Oh, but 1 wouldn't if I had known
that you would be wounded. I'm so
sorry"
"Sorry that l am wounded?'
ayes, and that l waved the flag"
al am not sorry for that; l rather
liked it. Perhaps l am not so sorry
for being wounded as i was some
hours ago"
His wound had been skillfully
dressed and the pain was lessened.
Through window opposite his couch
he looked out into a mesh of pink
blossomed vines above which was a
CLINT of blue sky. sun-bathed. And
the soft eyes yet looked at him sor-
rowfully. Small wonder that his grief
was assuaged.
July dreamed into August, August
drowsed into September, September
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and then Jack Shivers went to his
southern home, leaving a very sor-
rowful little maiden in the cottage
under the oak trees, but she held
sweet hope in her heart as he held
her hand at the parting and said.
when the war is over"
The daisies have blossomed many
times on the field of Gettysburg and
the SHOWS of time have descended
upon the heads that then were young.
In the little cottage under the mag
nolias a white-haired man and wom-
an go hand in hand adown the slope
of life. When the Fourth of July
comes she lifts brown eyes upward
to him and says: Lets hang out the
old flag, Jack" He assents and she
brings it from its hiding place. The
passerby might say that its colors
we're faded and its stars had lost
their sheen, but Jack Shivers says il
is more beautiful now than when it
waved defiance to him in the long
ago. Then they both fall to dream
ing of the Fourth of July in SO.
Saw n Monumept to Himself.
C. A. Fernstrom, one of Minnesota's
pioneer Swedish settlers. went to that