The Wallace miner. [volume] (Wallace, Idaho) 1907-current, 1918-09-12
to bring my little boy down to Mis-
souri, some time soon.
Much love.


JOHN"
More than mortal courage to con-
tlnue--'" repeated Mr.. Allen soberly.
1T must have taken that. You know
he had a new home, just finished at
Fort Bliss, all ready for his family. He
had planned to go up to California af-
ter them the very next week-then the
terrible news came. 1t is just such
tests that reveal mans character
and prove his faith.
"Pershing came back to Laclede I'M
expectedly one day thirteen or four
teen years ago" continued Mr.. Allen.
ut was after he had been away score
of years and had won largely of fame
yet he had not changed toward his old
friends
HE insisted on going from house to
house to visit every one of his old ac-
ouaintances that remained here. He
even visited the negro men that had
worked with him on the old farm and
the old 'aunties' that had been en-
ployed in his mothers kitchen; went
into their shanties and talked with
them Of old times"
Got Pies From "Aunt Susan"
Among the dearest Of the old friends
visited by the general on that occa.
sion, as / learned at Laclede, was Mrs
Susan Hewett, an alert little gentle.
woman of the old south, who had come
with her soldier husband from thu
valley of the Potomac at the close o.
the civil war to start anew in a lan(
that showed no reminders of the con
flict that had swept away their HON,
and every earthly possession. At La
clede in the late SOS Capt. and Mrs
Hewett had established the old Mis-
souri, house, and had soon become wei
loved members Of the community ant
close friends of the Pershing family.
"Oh, yes" laughs Mrs. Hewett re
fering to her fame as pie maker, g
helped in the kitchen at times and fire
quently gave Johnny Pershing pieces
| vi PIC IiC was u SiC'hi "Sii oCiio'S '
boy, always polite and straightfor
ward.
"'Hello Mrs. Hewett,' he'd say.
"'Hello, Johnny
Say, Mrs. Hewett, can l have ;
piece of pie today?
"'You bet you can, Johnny
And that's the way it was. l use,
to make these turnover pies. I'd stew
dried apples, mash them fine, seasol
them with several kinds of spices, pu
them in turnover covers and fry ther
in half lard and half butter. Johnn
thought they were mighty good-an
they were when made right.
And he came back to see me four
teen years ago october "a" continue
Mrs Hewett. Capt. Hewett ha
passed away five years before that.
had given up the old Missouri hous
and built this little cottage. I ha
come to be Aunt Susan to this towr
for if l have living relative | don
know it.
Tells Of His Surprise Visit.
Zone day | was busying myself her
in the back yard-raking up som
wood that was in billets. Uncle Henri
Lomax came and said there wa
somebody to see me. l hurried aroun
to the front of the house, but nobod
was in sight.
Maybe he went round to look 70
YOU said Uncle Henry. | steppe
around there on the west side Of tn
house, and there was Johnny Per
shing hiding among the vines. He jus
held out his arms and l ran to hin
We embraced each other, and thin
cried little.
TT does my heart good, Aunt Su
sam said he, to greet my mother
dear friends
We had a good visit; then he wen
on out to Cash Welch's and severe
others of the old friends. That after
noon he came again and told me tina
they We're going to have a receptio
for him that night at Pete Phelps
and that he wanted me to go with hin
He said he would come after me wit
Uncle Henry Lomax's horse and bug
gy. And l went with him.
"The house was full of folks H
made a speech in the front room an
finally told them that they would hav
to excuse him now as Presden
Roosevelt had sent for him and tina
he would have to leave on the trai
that was due in an hour and that frs
he was going to take Aunt Susa
Hewett home.
HE couldn't have been kinder to m
If I'd been the mother he had loved s
dearly and lost, John always wa
good to his mother"
NAM Aim