Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1908-03-12
A Warrior Bold.

PA, I want to 60 to war;"
PA" looked at his sanguinary of
spring warily, but kept diligently al
work mending the moving machine
PA, dang it, tell We want to 60
to war;"
This time pa" was perturbed and
hurt. He had been good to that boy
bought him rifle and made him 60
to Sunday school regularly, but the
boy wasn't appreciative. He wanted
to leave the farm where he had known
protection and guidance to shoulder 8
musket and get shot full of air holes
Il tell We, pa"
."Look-a-here, Ezra" interrupted
Farmer Scott, pausing with bolt half
driven, 81 am sick and tired O. hearin
We wantin' to go to war! War! You
dunno what war is. Why, blast my
buttons, Ezra, war is hell! We amt
old enough to go out and git shot yet
wait awhile, son, wait awhile!"
But Ezra heard not. The fire OF
patriotism was burning in him like
a pine lumber yard on fire and he
wanted to be a hero.
Tell We what I'll do, son." said the
father as a twinkle in his eye pro
claimed happy thought, "See that
big elm tree up there on tn hill in
tn far eighty?"
Ezra's eye followed the direction
indicated to lonely bluff near the
country burying ground. A strange
tremor passed through him, but he
answered boldly:
Yes, pa"
You take boss blanket and 9
snack O johnnycake and git ovel
there. It's most dusk now and time
We git there it'll be twilight. No boy
is fit to be a soldier who's afraid tt
sleep out O. nights. You wrap righ
up in yer blanket and stay there til
mornin' and if We low by sun-up that W
amt skeared none, We can go to war
Yell have my permission, tho twill
break yer mothers heart"
A half hour later Farmer Scott saw
familiar figure trudging off acros!
the fields toward the old elm tree.
AS it disappeared in a gully the low
muttering of thunder in the distance
presaged rain, at which the farme
chuckled. BY dark the sky was thick
ly overshadowed and chain" light
ming dashed across the canopy in lurit
streaks. The rain fell in torrents ant
as Farmer Scott put out the cat
wound the clock and prepared for bed
tempest was raging.
But he didn't go to bed. He tool
seat near the window and waited.
9TH kid might stick it out" he NUT
tered, and the nghtning's flash re
vealed a troubled look on his face!
The elements continued to clash
and the entire bowling alley of tn
armament was brought into play
Crash after crash shook the eart]
and the wind tossed in a deluge O
anger.
And Farmer Scott sat with his fac
against the pane, peering far into tn
night.
OF sudden there was a brighte
flash, an exclamation from pa" an
an excited smoker! Forty rods ava,
he saw half-fying, half-running form
dashing through the storm, while be
hind it fluttered horse blanket.
Presently there was careful tria
Of the latch, which refused to yield
then gentle rap, followed by vic
orous kick and a frightened boy
voice, calling for pa"
Farmer Scott threw the door wild
open. e. ......- III ,s.5
cit an honorable discharge, Ezra?
he asked solemnly.
The boy looked at him momen
in the candle light, dashed away
tear bravely and blurted:
Pa, did-did yedid We drive tina
that brindle calf in out Of the we
afore went t. WARP"
From which commonplace remar
Farmer Scott knew that Ezra had d.