Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1905-05-27

| she did not see him until the big gray
stamped. Then Mr.. kits threw a sill
yer dollar il her lap and cried, smiling,
Thanks for the song" and before she
could thank him was gone.
All the morning while III the hum Of
| the schoolroom and then at noon in
her mothers bare little kitchen Janey
tried to think of what she could do to
| free Uncle Timmy's roof from the bur-
den Of the mortgage which must be
paid But she could only remember
| Mr.. Peter kits and the silver dollar
[ he had given her. He had been in the
| Memorial day procession last year,
she recollected. To be sure, he sat In a
carriage far behind Uncle Jimmy, but
it showed he knew about the old sol
diers. She knew of him vaguely as the
richest man in the little city and the
owner OF a whole railroad.
At half past 4 she was speeding
down into the business streets, for she
| had no mind to seek out Mr. kits in
| his big mansion, whose steps were
| guarded by green iron lions, which she
| had once seen when on a Sunday walk
with Uncle Jimmy.
Remerus Doll, who had charge Of the
outer Office, did not want to admit her
Laws, sissy, Mr.. Kits can't put up
wild no trifin' dis Gay. He can't 50. Is
you wantin' to sell tickets?" he asked.
Fortunately Mr.. Kits opened an in
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darted at him and past him. He
frowned as he trraed about, for there
was a pile Of papers upon his desk
needing attention, ana be ran his fin
gers through his iron gray hair 50 il
| stuck up in a really fr'ghtfUl manner.
| ''Well?" said he intarrogariyely.
"Its Uncle Jimmy AIcComb's mog-
/ gidge," she said in a scared whisper.
''You know Uncle Timmy's"- she paus-
ed, unwilling to say dead" and add
ed in the phrase she had heard him use
| Of an old mustered out"
| Mr.. Kits took chair and waved his
hand, saying kindly: SSit down. And,
first who sent you herew
Nobody. Nobody knows as / came.
Nobody asked me. You see, Marin Nc
| Comb is 'ficted She deef's adder,
ans got a Misty on account O. havin'
| the aigger, an she never, no, never, can
earn her keep an little Sally's, an
| Joey Penrod lows as thur country has
stopped Uncle Timmy's pension what
he got for his lame laig an that thur
hole in his cheek, an Joey he lows as
Doc Shickles says it plum killed him."
said Janey in breath.
"Who is Joey Penrod?" demanded
| Mr. Kits, again frowning
'The monument mans son, sir. He
thought right smart o. Uncle Jimmy,
Joey did, but thur want nobody on our
street liked him quite so much as me.
| was his intimate friend. He ulster
say l was" And Janey retreated into
the seclusion Of her Bingham bonnet.
Mr.. Kits rubbed his hand over his
bristly chin and was silent, and after
minute Janey continued: Maybe you
don't remember me. l was a-singin'
Annie Laurie,' an you give me a dol
lar, an Miss Bramhall says p'raps
can earn money singin' in thur meetin'
| house when | grow up, an I'd be will
in to do mos anything to pay We, if so
be you can keep Uncle Timmy's house
fo' Marin McComb an Sally"
| Mr.. Kits rose hastily and going to
cupboard, found among the ledgers
| and dusty ink bottles that crowded it
bag of oranges. This he brought out,
and as he put it into Janey's lap he
said in a voice Remerus Doll had new
err heard: Il know how you feel, being
his intimate friend so. Now, you run
away home and don't worry. I'll look
| it up, and l shall be glad if you'll con-
slider me a friend hereafter"
Janey gave him her hand THANK
you, sir" she said simply. 'It's COM
fort to me what you say about bein' a
| friend"
Uncle Timmy's funeral will long be
| the talk Of Locust street, for it was
| thought to confer ulster on the locality.
1t was held on Memorial day. The
flag he had loved to carry was wrap
ped about his coffin The Grand Army
men wore black badges, and the drum
was muffied. Peter Kits had been
| called out Of the city, but he sent
sumptuous carriage "for the family or
intimate friends" Remerus Doll said.
But no one thought of asking Janey
Dunn. She walked The way was
long and dusty, and when David Han
mum had stepped upon the heaped up
| clods above Uncle Timmy's heart and
| sounded upon his battered old war
bugle the soldiers last goodby and the
crowd melted away she came forth
from behind the poplar, where she was
hidden, to weep and lay her bouquet
upon Uncle Timmy's grave. 1t was
only catalpa blooms, but he would
know it was the best she had, she told
herself.
1t was discovered down at Washing
ton that a mistake had been made
| about Uncle Jimmy, and the withheld
pension was forwarded to Mrs Tim
othy McCOmb, widow of Ensign Nc