Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1904-09-17

To his lnnCr CONSCIOUSNESS he would
hardly admit this SANDER, whatever
proul tossing of the head he might wear
upon his sleeve.
There was only one Mary, after all
lie could whip the fellow who would
venture to hold different view.
Even the crawling train which carried
Private Jones over the last part of his
journey did not stop at the Glenhaven
station. except upon signal, or to let off
passengers.
Therefore, when the putting locomotive
stopped on this shining morning the sta
ton master came to his door in curiosity
shading his eyes with his hand.
When he saw Private Jones, /. Y.
feebly descend the steps and set his feet
toward him the station master turned
pale Then he shouted, and with a bound
IIeached the homecoming soldier and
seized boil. his hands.
Why, John Jones'" cried he, exultant-
~. where have YOU been; coming here
like a ghost 10 set people afright?"
"Whtre'd YOU s'pose I'd been. Mr.. Law
Ter. fishin'?'
John Jones was naturally Diqucd. He
knew where he had been. They knew
where he had been, of course. They had
been well enough aware when he went
Iaway. The whole population from over
the hill had come down to see his COM
lany when it went through from Fair
bury to join thc regiment John had
stood out on the platform. How all OF
them had checred him! And, there was
one who cried, proudly.
LAWYER dragged his story from him by
inches. The volunteer thought himself
ill-used
But when he gasped the truth the sta
ton master wElstled one long note of
mingled pride and wonder.
Great BELLS" said he, ''but there's one
will be glad TO see you, John"
Then he fell again into reverie of
Iastonishnent
"Who. I'd like to know queried John
|crustily. None of them thought it
worth time to write or inquire
He still thought himself a much i'll
used patriot.
The station master looked up quickly
"a light breaking over his stolid face.
"0h! I'd forgot" he said .NIavbe
you don't know you're dead"
"Bcsd?"
Yes, and buried"
HhtS bc htaCis Silld JOIl, VINO was
laughing now, for he sighted land, but
I'm blessed if I'm buried Who buried
me?'
"IIcr.'
Tie station master jerked an indica.
tory thumb across his shoulder, over hill
wards way
"'rell me about it !" cried John, impa-
tientlv
And he told, all too slowly for the inn
petuous young VOLUNTEERED how news
lad come of Johns killing before Co.
lenso. Of how it had been verified bv
official lists, of how Rev. Mr.. Gibson had
preached a morning sermon upon pa
triotism with John as his theme. OF how
Mary Farrell had fallen III the clutch of
brain fever and woke with a mind lit
tie astray. She was not violent. the
station master said, nor mad, but only
daft, as he called it, upon one subject
lohn's death and his promotion.
They let her alone" said I.awIer.
"and up in that big place among me
trees sPe does pretty much as she likes
and surely hurts no one That's where
.ou'ic buried. Let's soc. Today you are
q general
The volunteer looked his amazcment.
ats this way" the station master
went on. enjoying his unused loquacity.
"sho made little memorial mound for
You, sort o grave like, you know, ND
there in the wood, and she keeps flowers
and wreaths and things on it."
Well" cried John, whose eyes were
moistened what has that to do with me
being aencral?"
"0h. well, she painted some head.
boards, Sacred to the memory of'-von
know. who fell at Colepso, and each lay
she put up new one. Sunday reads
Private John Jones' Tuesday il saws
Sergeant This is Saturday. CHARGES
are she's up there now, a.settin' up a
board which says Gen. John JONES' and
a-waterin' your grave with her tears"
Even so it was.
John halted long with his fingers on
the gate of the churchyard.
Within the familiar enclosure sat upon
the ground amid the autumn leaves the
Mary he loved dearly, her hands within
heT lap. steadfastly looking at a mound
of earth at whose head shone white
head board amid whose profuse lettering
he could clearly read only one line, this
Gen. John Jones, /. Y"
A twig cracked beneath his feet as be
stepped within. She turned about and
looked deep into his pale face
Then, with swift sob, she rose like n
startled deer ana met his waiting arms
The promotion of Private Jones had
illustrated Bits.