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Show Ifh) Remembered" jV , Grave. V ! 1 V DY MARY E WILKEN3 "I guest Ultra won't bo a treat (haw of flower on Hylvciter's ima thli year" aald Sarah Cook Her toIc had a certain triumph In It, but It ended In a decoroua algh "I guess thero won t either," returned re-turned hr (later Mr Kemp. ' I guess I'hebe Ann la too alck to think much about It" Iter voice aoundud like Barah' I.ucy Kemp dropDvd her sewing for o minute and turned her faro toward the window "It seems 'moat too bnd, don't It? aha aald, modltatlvcly "When ahe'a dona ao much every year, and thought ao much about It." t l don't know na I think It's too jl tad," aald Sire Kemp "Of course I'm orry Phsb Ann la alck, but when It comi to ths flowera ahe'a nlwaye covered Sylreater'a gravo with. Decoration Dec-oration day. 1 Jtueta there waa a great deal of It for ahow. It would hare seemed dlffcrrnb If ha had ben In tha war. but I v thouiht a good many tlmea, when I've aeen Sylvester gravj with moro flowera on It than nny of the aoldler that I'hebe Ann (4d n little eye to what folka would aay, for all ah felt ao bad.' ""There'a the bandl" cried I.ucy It waa a very warm day for the . iwn almott aa warm aa mldiuramcr, m a Tn" lndoa were wide open Tro I fc w0 wonen and (ho girl leaned their IjSr ' Iteadi out and llitcned They could U "' lienr far-away music Two llttlo girl K with their banda full of flowera ran P -- past ' They'ro Juat forming down nt the jj town hall," aald I.ucy "Annie Dnlo Pi Hnd little are Juat going" F" "They cams over hero for flower of thla morning,"' aald her mother, "nn I ' I told 'em I hadnt any to give. All I I had waa Iliac benlde that llttlo varly roie biith, and they d got nil the ' lilacs they wanted of their own, and ' there waa only Juat three rose on that tiuih, and I could not bear to cut 'em R The procession nln't coming tha mu lt s tic don't aound a mite nearer. It r won't bo here for an hour yet" t "1 don t a'poae I'hebe Ann a husband k wilt lift lila finger to help u, even It ' she should be taken away and ho :- left without n chick nor child In tho V t .world,' aald airs. Kemp !' I'hebe Ann'a huaband waa her own drnd huiband'a brother, but aha nevor ' poka of blm by hi own name. I "I wonder how much I'heba Ann's husband hna got?" anld Barah Cook. , "Wall. I (ueu he'a laid by a llttll I . something They muit have, with no 1 farallyl" I "Mebba he will do something It It ever bappena that ho aln t under any- f body le' thumb," "It won't make any difference now , He's laid under the thumb to Ionic that bo's all flattened out of tha ahapa ha 4m kAl 1 rflPP) ' r -I WONDEH WHO TUT THOSE VLOWEH3 TiinitEr- pr.1 mad. In. "V1bow I of sideways behind Pbebo Ann'a back H when I mt him, but ho don t do that It now I met him face to face the otlior El dsy, and he never looked at me I HI Vlon't know what poor Thoma. would J say If he waa alive, I wonder what H jy , picking lllaea fort I.ucy!" whllt MyT' Lucy' aweet thin If Toloa called back. 'Her moo h fair I- 5,esd wa half bidden In n great clump I (of lllao busbea by the gate. She wa I bending the brnnche over and break Ing off full purple flutter "What you picking those lilac fort ' "I Jut thought I'd pick a few " "What fort I aln t going to have any In the home'They'ro too iweet they're elcklih!" "I aln t going to bring them Into the houie." aald I.ucy Hhe let a branch fly back and went across tho yard with a great bunch of lilac In her hand. "I wonder what ahe'a up to! ' said her mother . I.ucy returned lust before the pro- I cession panted Tho cemetery wat a little way beyond the home llor ! mother and aunt and a neighbor who had come In Mood at tho windows tlittnlng eagerly to the approaching muilc I.ucy Joined them The pro ceslson filed alowly patl The (Irand Army men, the village band, the rain-liter rain-liter and local i' vnltarlni and tho rear-guard of children with (loser An accompanying crowd thronged the aldewalka. "I've Just been laying to Barnh that I'hebs Ann won't havo Sylvester's grave decked out much thl year,' laid Mr Kemp Her voice was pleas-anter pleas-anter and more guarded than before "I henrd I'hebo Ann wa pretty low" aald the neighbor. I'hebe Ann'a huiband went softly behind the nurae to the bedroom. I I'hebo Ann looked up at him nnd beck-oned beck-oned Imperatively H went close nnl bent over her "What la It, I'liebe Ann?" aald he I "I It Decoration dayt" aha whli pered with dimculty, for aha waa growing very weak "Ye. 'tl. I'hebe Ann," laid her huaband "Have you got any flowora for Sylvester' grave?" "No, I nln't I ain't thought of It I'heba Ann, with your being io alck, and all " ' (Jo get some!" ihe panted Her motioning hand and her eager eye poke louder than her tongue "Ye. I will. I will, I'hebe Annl Don't you fret nnother mite about It" The nuraa followed him out of the room "I enn't go to tho green-home!" he whlipered agitatedly "J,(,flvemlle wsyf" "hand, get nny kind of flower!" aald the mine "(let dandelion nnd buttercup, If you can't find anything else " The old man took tils hat down with n bewildered nlr and went alowly out of the yard At tho gate he pained and looked nroiind There were no flower In the ynrd, there wcro aoveral bmhta, rote nnd phlox but It wa too early for them to bloMom Over at the lert stretched n field, and that wa waving with grien and gold I'heba Ann's hu!nnd went over Into the field nnd began pulling the buttercups In gnat hnndfull, and the grnM with llirm Its had nil ha could carry when be left the flild nnd went sol-emnly sol-emnly down tho road Sylvester grave waa at tho farther aide of the cemetery The old man, with hit load of buttercup and grata made hi way to It Tho soldiers' grave were decorated with flag and Mower, but the people hail cone. The rmnelcry wa very tlll When John Kemp reached Bylvetor' grave, ha started and (tared Thero wa a great bunch of lilacs on the grave and three charming, delicate pink rotes In a vato "I wonder who put those flower therol" he muttered Ho laid tho but-tercupa but-tercupa and grata down on tha grave, then ho etood still It waa over twenty twen-ty years tinea tho boy Sylvester had been laid thero a little aoldler who had fought only hi own pain. "I I wonder who put thoto flower there!" John Kemp muttered again Ho went out of the cemetery, but Instead of turning down tha road I toward hit own homo, walked hesitatingly hesi-tatingly the other way toward lb I home of hi ltcr-ln-law Thomas' uilfo. aa ho always apoko of her. I.ucy face was at one open win- dow, her Aunt Sarah Cook's at the other. 'I.ucy!" called the old man, standing stand-ing at tho gate. I.ucy enroe out to him tremblingly, Barah Cook ran to tell her sister, she thought I'hebe Ann must bo dead. "Do you know who put those flowers flow-ers thero? ' asked the old man In a husky volco "I did," ald I.ucy Her face flushed. "I thought thero wouldn't be anybody to see to It, now Aunt I'heba Ann I lick," he eiplnlncd timidly Her uncle looked wistfully at her, hi eye full of tear, ' Sylvester wa. n dreadful ulfcrcr," he ald. Lucy did not know what to say. Sho looked up at him, and her soft face seemed to take on distressed lines Ilka hi The old man turned nbruptly snd went away. "I'hebe Ann I linking," he said, Indistinctly, a be went Lucy' mother and her aunt rushed to the door to meet her "I I'hebe Ann doadt" Barah Cook called out "No, sho ain't dead " "What did he want to see you fort" asked Mr Kemp I.ucy hesitated a shamefaced look came over her face. "What did he want' her mother asked Imperatively Impera-tively lie wanted to know who put somt flower on Hylvester a grave." ' Did you' ' Yem ' What did you put on?" Borne lilac and rose " "You dldn t pick those roset?" O, mother tho lilac dldnt seem quits enough! Aunt I'hebe Ann has always dona ao much!" I.ucy aald. Her mother and her aunt looked al each other I shouldn't have thought you'd have picked those roe without saying anything about It." said het mother but her voice wa embar-rssieil embar-rssieil rather than harsh Bhe went back tn the kitchen nnd proceeded with her work of making biscuits foi upper The sewing wa all finished. I.ucy set the table After (upper they went nut In the cemetery anil strolled about looking at the flower, In thl soft tow light Who brought all thai met of buttercup and gran, 1 won. dert ' Mid Barnh Conk, a they itood over Sylvester gravo I guess It must havo been Phet4 Anna huaband It looks Just llko a man Mr Kemp replied I.ucy got down nn her knees nnd (tralghtcned the buttercup Into a bouquet 'I wonder If (he'll live the night out " aald Sarah Cook, soberly ' I've listened to hear the bell toll every morning this week," said Mrs. Kemp "I don't bellevn aha can live much longer I d go up there tonight If I thought he anted mo to" The neit morning Mr Kemp, listening list-ening with her head thrust out of the window In tho early sunlight, heard Indeed the hell tolling for I'hebo Ann. "She's gone ' she told Sarah Cook nnd I I.ucy and I.ucy rrled 1 They all went to I'hebo Ann' funeral funer-al and followed her to tho grate Mrs. Kemps and Snrnh Cook's ye were red when they enmo home "Thore wcro n great many good thing about I'liebe Ann after all" Mrs. Kemp said "I always said thero was," Sarah returned defiantly. .. -J. The morning after the funeral John Kemp esme tn the door. I.ucy an werrd hi knock,' Ha looked old and dejected, hut lie tried to smile. "I want to seo on a minute" slid be "No, I can t come In not this morning morn-ing I'm coming before long I hope thing will bo different from what they have been It wa her wish I went home that day and told Pheba i Ann bow you'd put the flower tboro ml she beckoned ii mi to come and lean ner Then she made out to tell me Rhe wnnted you tn hart Sylvester's Sylves-ter's money that wo put In tho bank for him when he wn born It' been growing Wo haven t spent any, excepting ex-cepting tor the flowers and It near five hundred dollar. Bhe wasted ma to give It to you right awiy, and you're going to have It Just is soou n I can get It out of the hank I'hebo Ann said )nu could have som mora schooling nnd not hate to work so hard And I guess J on 11 hats nufn than that, too some day If you outlive out-live me I'hebo Ann (he thought mebba I could mnke some irringe-ment irringe-ment with your mother and sunt to come to our house and live ml take caro of It She ald sho dldat want any other women In there. Sot know they wero good housekeeper! nnd would keep thing tho way ihs did You tell your mother I'm comlnu In to seo her some time before long" John Kemp went feebly doa tho walk, and Lucy returned to thtkHch- "DO YOU KNOW WHO PUT T1103B rOLOWKKS Tlirill!" en Tho door had been njir and W mother and Sarah Cook had heiM every word Thoy were both crylnj-' crylnj-' Coming Just now when we dijTJ know which iy to turn'" iohfcs,i Barah Cook ' Poor Pheb Ann!" "Well, there' one thing about IL" said Mri Kemp brokenly, "th,,, sba'n't one Dvoorntlon day gu b u long as I lle, without Sylvester-, grave bslng trimmed at handsomi , If hi mother was alive! '-outVs Companion. ' ' rH---,, "' .'"iiT |