Saturday news. (Watertown, S.D.) 19??-19??, 1913-09-04

Ties quieter now, perhaps"
Mother, is there anything l can dc
for hlm?"
NO. my son." answered the woman
with s sigh, Il don't think there is
anything that anybody can do. We
can only "att-and hope, He Is in
Gods hands, not ours"
She lifted her face for a moment
and saw beyond the pom. through the
night, and 0eyoud the stars a Pres,
ence Divine, 10 whom thousands OF
other women in that dying Confeder,
aey made daily, hourly. and momen.
tary prayers. Less rsalted. more hui
maa. less touched, the boy bowed his
head. not without his own prayer, TOO
But you wanted 10 see me, VIII,
fred, Martha said" the woman pres
emily began.
Yes. mother, L"
The boy stopped and the womaH
was in no hurry to press him. She
OWNED what was coming ana would
fain have avoided 1t all.
Il am thankful there is a lull IN the
cannonading." she said, listening. 81
wonder why II has stopped ?"
1T has not stopped" said Nilfrs-a,
"at least it has zone on all evening"
y don't hear IT now"
No. but you win-there!"
Yes, but compared TO what it was
yesterday-you know how It shook the
house-and Howard suffered so
through IL"
SO did l." said the boy in a low
voice fraught with passion.
"You, my SOM"
Yes. mother. when / hear those
and know hat the, fighting is 60
on, II fairly maddens me"
Yes, yes" she said; IT Know how
you suffered-we all suffered. we"
She turned away. sat down in a chair
the table, leaned her head In
her hands, and gave way TO her emo.
There has been nothing but
suffering. suffering since this awful
war began" she murmured!
Mother" said Wilfred abruptly, "I
to speak to you. You don't Ike
It, of course, bpt you have just got
o listen this tsuze."
Mrs. varney lifted her head. from
ler hands. Wiifred came nearer to
Ter and dropped or his knees by her |
side. One hand she laid upon. his
shoulder. the other on his head. She |
stared down into his up-turued face.
Il know-I know. my boy-whatyo |
Il can't stay here any longer said
he youth; st is worse than being
TO pieces. i just have to- chain |
myself to the floor whenever Il hear
|. cannon-shet or SOS a soldier. Witen
AN ! GOT" /
The stared at him. In him
he saw family the face of the boy
lying upstairs. In him she saw. the /
White face OF the hoy who lay under
he dew, dead at Seven Pines: In him
he saw all her kitf and kin, who7 trne
o the traditions OF that house, had
,iren up THEM lives for a cause now
practically lost. She could not give
Up her last ona. She drew him gently
o her, but, boy-lika. he disengagsd ..
and drew away with a shake
II his head, not that he loved his
the less, but honor-as he saw
more.
why don't you speak?" he whis
,ered at last. !
81 don't know what to say to you
Wired" faltered his mother, al
hoagh there was hut one thing toisay,
md she knew that she must say It.
she was fighting, womanlike. TOR
inFe.
Il viii tell you what to say.." said
.re boy.
what"
Say that you won't mind if I 60
to Petersburg and enlist"
But that would not be trus. VIII
said his mother. smiling family
True or not, mother. l can't stay
"oh. Wilfred. Russell has gone, and
Howard is going, and nov yoa want TO
go and get killed"
Il don't want to be killed at all,
mother"
BIT you are SO yeung. my boy"
Not younger than Tosn Kittreage,"
answered the boy q d younger than
Ell Stuart or Cousin Steven or hun