The Colorado statesman., 1908-05-30

81 ~ rose-sprigged bandbox, but
AA Just as her fingers touched
the stiff ruching in the front
of her best bonnet her attention was
arrested by a ring at the front door.
AS though suddenly petrified in her
stopping position, grandmother waited
while Susan Ann, her daughter,
creaked through the passage way lead
Ing from the kitchen.
At the first words of greeting grand
mother Strengthened with a snap like
jack knife, and an angry color famed
on her cheeks.
why, Marthy Ellen, what lovely
roses! Did you ever see the flowers
SO handsome as they are this year?
Come right in. It's dreadful hot,
amt it? Seems like 1 never knowed
1t to warm up as early as it has this
season, but, then, it's been awful fine
for the flowers. Pears like the roses
and laylocks and pinies has Just tried
theirselves to see who could do the
most bloomin'. Now, that's pretty
ldee, amt it. Mrs. Rayburn, that lay
lock wreath?"
Yes; laylocks was Dicks favorite
lower, and he set this bush out his
sci, and l thought I'd make a wreath
to hang on the cross on his tombstun"
The expression on Grandmother
Adamson's face would have made
good study. From a blaze of anger
1t passed through all the stages of
horrif1ed scorn to stony determine
lion.
The development of the converse
ton beyond the paper-covered board
walls collected her nebulous chaotic
emotions into stern resolve.
Susan Ann was stout, and she had
grieved all the morning over the long
walk to the graveyard. AS she sank
ponderously into chair, she Ia
mented:
Il get heavier on my feet every day
I live, and the heat to-day is lust
awful on me. If mother hadn't had
her heart so set on it, wouldn't try
to go to the cemetery. l just know
I'll be sick"
Couldn't she walk up with us?"
Mrs. Rayburn asked We'll not walk
fast"
"Oh, mothers as spry on her feet
as you be. 1 hadn't thought of her
goin' with any one else, but l don't
see why she couldn't. It'd be a real
help. She amt got nothin' to carry,
for she took big basket of flowers
up this morning, before breakfast.
She's just that wrapped up in Decora-
tion day 1 couldn't disappoint her
about goin. She's gettin' ready now.
I'll go and see If it'll be all right"
But grandmother, with what was al
most one movement, had stopped for
ward and slipped off her congress gait
ers, at the same time taking from its
box her bonnet. She slipped hand
through the round handle of a little
basket and scurried down the passage
way and cut through the back door.
On the step she delayed just long
enough to put on her snoes; then, with
her best bonnet carried more careless
ly than ever before in it's dozen years
of use, she hurried out through the
back gate.
The cemetery was being made bright
| with flowers when grandmother
passed through the iron gateway, and
her face hardened as she recognized
some of the STOPPING figures and the
graves over which they bent.
At a brilliantly -decked mound she
stopped and, kneeling, said;
81 hate to do it, jeremiah. but
know you'd want me to. l won't take
them to any one else, though, Jere-
miah, though know you'd say fur me
to, II you was here. But dearie, I've
keered fur these things ever sence
they was buds, Jest as tender as If
they'd ben babies, and jest SOS you
could have them to-day, and l Jest
can't see any one else have 'em. How
would you like to look over these
posies and see that laylock wreath
a-hangin' on old Dick Rayburn's tomb
stun? You fought, bled and died al
most fur nothin', jeremiah, when that
old copperhead gifts Jest as many flow
ers as you do"
Grandmother had turned up the
skirt of her black alpaca dress and,
into the receptacle thus formed, had
put every flower that had lain on
Jeremiah's grave. She carried them
all over to a far corner of the ceme-
tory and buried them under a pile of
last years leaves. Then she went
back to the bare mound.
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