Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1914-04-24

wagon drew up. The driver stopped
his horses suddenly and said in a
gruff, but not unfriendly, tone:
'Mornin"
Good morning"
What do you want, comm round
skeerin' my horses SO early in the
mornin'?"
"A ride in your wagon and some
thing to eat"
The man took from under the
wagon seat some pieces of bread and
meat and bottle of coffee.
IT keep a perambulatin' house er
entertainment. Breakfus' fer two eff
you wan ter bring a friend, an
trained walters. All you want now is
fire ter warm it by an somebody
ter perside at the bar, which I'm him. y
There was CLINT of honesty in the
rugged face and a frank tone in the
voice that inspired confidence, and
Jim led the way to where his wound
ed friend lay.
Purity as a picter. I'd like ter set
hiAl up Oil tAC D1dubCl PLCCC tCA LOOh
at, but in a storm I'd rather tie ter
you
: He so far yielded tc the universal
dominance of the picturesque as to
kindle the fire and heat the break
fast for the wounded boy.
Now, you fellers CANT stay hyer.
he said after the breakfast was fin
ished ITS dangerous. Somebody'll
come along an nab you en-, leastwise,
my hotel is the only trav'lin one in
these parts, an when it moves on you
won't have no feed" Thar's a place
down hyer on the road whar you d
be safe 'nough. I'll take you thar
They's Yanks en- you's rebs, I take it.
but they amt people to go back on a
feller what's wounded, ner one ats
takin' keer er the unfort'nit."
Yes; we're rebs. What are you?'
I'm a teamster,'' replied their host
with fine air of neutrality.
They stopped in front of cottage
with rose vine growing over it and
pink roses peeping out brightly A
great Newfoundland dog sleeping in
the yard arose and came to the gate
wagging his tail in a friendly way.
Here we are" said the teamster
lifting the boy out. AS he carried
him up the steps, confident of the
welcome he did not stop to ask, 9
girl came out on the portico.
How are you, Rosalyn? You see
I've brought you Johnny reb te
take care Of"
The girl frowned darkly.
How dare you call him names
Maybe he was that when he fought
When he is wounded he is a south
ern soldier"
"She had brown eyes," thought
Shivers, looking at her with long
slow glance through half shut eyes
She was not defiant now, but gentle
and sympathetic. and Shivers thought
she had tears in her, eyes when she
looked at him. He could not see
well. He was dazed by fatigue ani
the pain of his wound Even as be
looked at her he drifted off into un
consciousness.
When he came back to the worlt
the soft eyes still looked compassion
ately at him. His thought went back
cropping for memory of her.
"You are the girl who waved the
flag at me-"
"Oh, but wouldn't if l had known
that you would be wounded. I'm sc
sorry"
Sorry that l am wounded?"
yes, and that waved the flag"
'I am not sorry for that; I rather
liked it. Perhaps l am not so sorry
for being wounded as l was some
hours ago"
His wound had been skilfully
dressed and the pain was lessened
Through a window opposite his couci
he looked out into mesh of pink
blossomed vines above which was 1
CLINT of blue sky, sun-bathed. And
the soft eyes yet looked at him sor
rowfully. Small wonder that his grie
was assuaged.
July dreamed into August, Angus
drowsed into September, Septembel
awakened the world to new life
and then Jack Shivers went to hi
southern home, leaving a very sor
rowful little maiden in the cottag'
under the oak trees, but she held {
sweet hope in her heart as he hel,
| her hand at the parting and said
| When the war is over"
The daisies have blossomed man,
times on the field of Gettysburg an,
the SHOWS of time have descende,
upon the heads that then were young
In the little cottage, under the mag
nolias, a white-haired man and won
an go hand in hand adown the slop
of life. When the Fourth of Jul,
comes she lifts brown eyes upwar,
to him and says: Lets hang out tn
old flag, Jack?" He assents and sh
brings it from its hiding place. Tn
passerby might say that its color
were faded and its stars had los
their sheen, but Jack Shivers says /
| is more beautiful now than when
waved defiance to him in the lon
ago. Then they both fall to dream
ing of the Fourth of July in '63.
Copyright. 1914, by Daily Story Pub Co.
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