The Twin Falls times. [volume] (Twin Falls, Idaho) 1905-1916, 1916-05-30
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DdHuS OIL music llagS, powder, and
wagon loads of flowers. Better take
the money they cost, and give it to
the widows and orphans, and the
living soldiers Much these dead SOL
diers know or care about Memorial
Day. l know l wouldn't if l were ~
ing there" 1t was a fact well known
to Mr. Job Larkins though he never
mentioned it TO any of his friends.
that he might have been lying by the
side of some of his comrades, if he
hadn't taken such precious good care
of himself, that he didn't get in the
way of any more bullets than was alb
solutely necessary. 'They might bet
ter" continued Mr.. Larl1ins, "be a
looking after the veterans that need
help in their old age" Now though
Job did not need pecuniary help he
voiced the complaints of some of his
dissatisfied neighbors who did, and
who were never satisfied with the
G. A. r. work or its officers. Job
grumbled to his wife (poor soul), and
she had to listen to what he would
have been ashamed to complain of to
a man. Mrs. Larkins hardly knew
whether Job had been the bravest
soldier in the army, one of the I'M
recognized heroes, or whether he had
learned to grumble there, and had
never gotten over it. In any case,
she felt that a man who had served
through the war, and had come out
alive from such danger was entitled
to much honor, and all the love one
little woman could give him Yesi
it seemed a miracle to her that any
man could have escaped from the
storm of bullets, and shells, and can
non balls that Job had come through.
and as he had described the awful
scenes to her, and brought the vivid
word pictures before her mind, her
heart had bled at the thought of the
awful carnage of war. This was Ne
mortal Day, and Job was to march as
usual with his comrades, so Mrs Lar
lSins soothed him with loving words,
and helped Job brush his "parade
suit" and saw that it was all "spic
and span" Now if Mr. L lrkins had
known what an eventful day Memorial
Day 1915 was to be to him he would
never have fingered so long over the
details of his toilet He wouldn't
have polished the buttons of his
coat, or pinned on his baoge so care
fully. No, he would have hung the
suit away, and taken the shortest
route for the nearest land where Me-
mortal Day was unknown But lap
PLY unconscious Of all in store for
him there was no more soldieriv look
ing a veteran than Job Larkins, and
his heart beat IS it did in the old war
days when he saw the dear old flag
flung out to the breeze, and heard
the roll Of the drum. The color came
to his pale cheeks at the forward
march, and into Jobs mind came all
the old memories of the past Again
he, and his boyhood friends marched
under Georgia skies, down the river,
the deep Ocmulgee, and it's twin the
bright Oconee, until Atlanta, the
gate city of the South was in ruins:
on to Savannah; Job shuddered as he
remembered the graves of sons, and
sires that marked the long weary
march of Sherman to the sea Ali,
Jobs heart was growing tender as he
thought of the dear old boys, and he
brushed away a tear as the band be- |
gan to play sad, grand strains such |
as are played when heroes, and mar
tyrs are being borne to their last
resting place. On went the long pro-
cession until Fairview cemetery was |
reached. At the first entrance was
a mound on which flowers and flags |
were placed to the memory of the |
unknown dead" Over in the north |
east corner they went first, and stood |
with uncovered heads by the grave |
Of one of "the boys. On a tall shaft
of marble they read willis Jaw. fell |
at charlottesville" Job thought of |
Willis with a sudden pang of pity AS
only son, brave as a lion. only a col
lege boy in his teens, and to be shot
through the heart in the first battle:
Job looked up with dim eyes and
his face blanched, for there. leaning
against the shaft was Willis himself
The same slender youthful form. Job
stared, borrow stricken. Yes, it was
Willis. The white face so sorrowful.
yet tender in its expression, was
looking at Job, into whose mind came |
the thought of how the Savior looked
at st. Peter until he broke his heart
All! if Willis wouldn't look so at him.
He must be reproaching me"
thought poor Job. He tried to speak.
but his lips seemed glued together.
he could only look and think. "AIy I
God, they do know, / believe, that
we have not forgotten them. evil
lis, he tried to say The procession
moved on and halted at low cross of
snowy stone Job read the name on
the cross. Warren Wells, and when
the flowers frightened the vivid green
of the mound, and the wreath hung
on the arm Of the white cross. job
looked up expecting to see Warren
standing there-and he was. On his
white forehead was the cruel bullet
wound, but he looked at Job, no one /
but Job-the same reproachful look
that Willis had given him-Job
thought, and it flashed through his
mind that he had never said all the
kind things about Warren that he
might have said. Warren" he tried
to say, but he could only whisper.
and still Warren looked at him.
though now his look changed. and |
there was happy smile on his face
as he stretched out his good right
hand toward Job. ooh this is horri-
Bile" thought Job, did they all know