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Show T WAYMOND amc Kaymond had Just been aver to the hall with his basket of flowers, mostly, from tho woods and fields Decoration dny always found him on hnnd. and nlthough lit contribution waa simple, he was glad to bo able to do even n little toward furnishing material for thl touching memorial aervlco Kaymond waa the grandson of a veteran vet-eran of tha civil war, and thl year he wanted to do aomcthtng more than usual, to let tha old friends of the grandfather whom be had never known understand hi loyalty, both to his grandfather's memory and the country that ho had died for Suddenly ho remembered an old tattered tat-tered flag that atood In a corner In tho attic, and beside It a mutket, rusty and tlme-italncd Then be looked nt Hover 'Can you do It, ltoert Itaymond's eye aiked the question Th soft brown eyes of tho dog answered, "Try me" "All right tlovor. I will" Hover's tall ceased It Impatient tattoo tat-too upon the floor, and with a yelp of delight ho followed his matter up tho attic stairs Half an hour later tho boy and the dog sit sldo by side upon ths door-step The boy held a list piece of wood In oro hand, and bis Jack-knlfo In the other Occasionally he lifted n faded flag and slipped the end of the worn stick through n bolt which he wa whittling In the new piece of wood At last ho sprang to his feet, saying, say-ing, "All ready now, Iloverl Do you think you can hold that In your mouth?" Hovers eyes said, "Of course I rani" a hi tall gave three excited thumps flood, faithful Hover! Raymond Ray-mond knew that bo could bo dcpcnl-ed dcpcnl-ed upon to bo his color-Iwarcr. Now fflmflm "wrm n,nn heads and eolkmn LITTI.I3 11IIOWN FACES" for his awn pan la the program. The sound of approaching fooUtep and .j beat of a drum floated up to the pot where the boy and tha dog were making ready to honor their country's fallen heroes From a window of tho cottage a pair of tcar-dlinnicd eyea watched tho atrango preparations Hnyuiond hastily donned an old ol-dlor ol-dlor cap, and shouldered tha rusty gun .a hoped that ho looked luo a soldier. sol-dier. Uover'a admiring cyta aisured htm that be did. "Now, Hover," aald Kaymond, patting pat-ting the dog's head, "I'm going to let you hold tho flag " Hover novor was happier than when he could carry a bundle, but thl waa auch nn unoxpeited privilege that for a ccond or two tha flngatalf veered like a, wcather-vnne with each delighted delight-ed thump of hla tub of n. tall Then, celnghlmaler'a motlonleaa attitude. Hover took pattern, and oa the llttlo company of vcterana drew near, tho color-bearer and hi matcr attracted Imtant attention Kvcry man In Company C loved Hay-mnnd. Hay-mnnd. loved him for hi own akc, for ho wa a bright and lovnblo boy, and alto for tho ake of tbo brave com-r0Je com-r0Je who had marched with them through many a weary campaign, and at la.t hod given hla llfo for hi coun- ''There wa a quick order from the front and Instantly every man lifted his hat. and tha band struck tip the. "Star-Spangled Uanner," and IUy-mond IUy-mond with his faithful dog betide X and hi. grandfather's tattered Sag waving In the breeie, wa th. hero of the day.-IIclen M rtlchardion |