Bisbee daily review., 1910-08-27

 citizen Theron Bassett. killed on the field of duty. A year hence we hope to erect a suitable monument to bis memory"-
 There was a rustic of excitement on the outskirts of the crowd where the vehicle that had crawled up the dusty road had halted woman's voice. rising high above the tumult. angry and expostulatiDg. interrupted the se- lectman's speech T tell you Pm go- ing up front. This thing has got to be stoppedP'
 A murmur of indignation followed the speaker as she pushed her way through the crowd and finally emerg- ed into the open space about the grave. She was a tall. rawboned woman. with strongly marked features and iron gray hair drawn tightly back from her forehead
 What do you mean by this disturb ance. madamT' asked Dr. Liscom se- verely.
 My name's Bassett." she replied. with little clicking movement of her teeth.
 The reporter took a notebook from pencil.
 "Bassettr' repeated the doctor af fably. Then l am sure you are relative of the hero whose dust lies under this mound. We would have included you among our honored guests had we known there was a liv- ing descendant of Theron Bassett. wbo"-
 "Fiddlesticksr' interrupted the wo- man rudely.
 The reporter scrubbed busily in his notebook. The first selectmaD's mouth hardened.
 What do you mean. madamY" asked | pr. Liscom patiently. "I mean that 1 just heard this morn- ing that you Pond Point folks were | going to hold celebration over this grave. and came over here from my home in Leetown to stop these sacri- leSious proceedingsr' She looked tri- umphautly about her. while the people gasped Leetown was a mine of his toric wealth: Washington's headquar- ters. noted taverns where he had slept. birthplace of hundred heroes-Lee- town had more than it's share of honor.
 What do you mean by 'sacriie- gsousY" There was utter silence us pr. Liscom asked this question.
 "Ill tell you. sir. Theron Bassett was my ancestor-he wasn't anything bur drummer boy. anyway. and be deserted from the army before the battle of Long Island, He lived to be ninety years old. and be died from sun stroke. He's buried over 10 LeetowD and they're holding some kind of a I po@Eow over his grave this very min ute. l do believe," She snorted con. :emptuously as she faced the dismayed 1 throng.
 We were misinformed. then" cried the first selectman. glaring angrily al Dr. Liscom. who in turn fixed an accusing eye upon the discounted En- ] rights
 The reporter chuckled gieefully as he scribbled. and for few minutes there was no sound save the sharp breath ing of the committee and the rustic of turning pages. Jefferson Foster won dered helplessly what the scribe might be totting down against his future peace and dignity.
 "Yes. you are misinformed." returned the woman sarcastically. This grave indicating the decorated mound with a sweep of her mittened hand. does not contain the dust of any of my ances- tors. though 1t Is the grave of a HERO, This first grave with the weeping willow on the stone is Great. grandmother Bassett's. the next is Great-grandfathers and this one under the wall. which you have made so gay and this gentleman has been declaim- ing over-this Is the grave of HERO. great-grandfather's favorite dog. The old man thought a sight of him, and when the dog died he buried him here under the wall. and nobody knew any .hing about it. He always said Hero was as good a Christian as lots of folks he knewr
 She went amid dead silence. and 1t was not until the dust from her cat riage wheels had settled again that a faint chuckle from the visitors broke the coustraint. pr. I.iscom covered the situation with a few words spoken with a twinkling eye.
 Pond Point seems fated to play a passive part in the history of her coun- try. So be 1t. Let us be content to be good citizens. heroes in our humble way. and perhaps we may so conduct ourselves in time of national distress our descendants may honor our mem- ories even as we would honor the men- ory of some great man. In the mean :ime I move that we adjourn to the picnic grove"
 Amid loud applause the gathering made its way to the grove. while the reporter replaced his notebook in hls pocket and thanked the doctor for the privilege of attending such an interest ing occasion. and the good doctor and other members of the committee swai- lowed hard when they saw the alert young man sprinting up the road to catch the noon train. for they knew that the honor of Pond Point was at the mercy of his pencil.
 Tn the churchyard Jared Wilson sur veyed the decorated mound iD silence. Once be put forth his hand to tear the flags and flowers from their place. but be drew back.
 -If he was a good dog the flags won't
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