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Her hostess pursed up her mouth mysteriously and whispered, “Oh, no!” looking straight at Miss Egerton. "Ah!” The half suppressed excla mation of the curious Vinnie was met with a solemn shake of the head by Aunt Helen, and, together, they went down the steps. It was on the occasion of the first Decoration day, and all Clear Brook was out patriotically in honor of the brave departed. Bufc Miss Genie, the shy little southern girl, who lived with the Burnhams, shrank from taking part in the exercises. Miss Buffiington had come north at the close of the war to make her home with Aunt Helen; and no one knew better than she why the dark-eyed niece did not Join the flower-laden ranks in memory of the nation's dead. Then, this northern auntie knew of something else; a strange-Iooking mound—thut is, strange for a garden— hidden away in the farthest dorner be hind the big syringa. Yet it was there, fashioned by Miss Genie's own hands, a memorial to the brave but mistaken lover who fell at Allatoonn. Although he had turned in misled duty from the stars and stripes to the palmetto, he had been royally loyal to her to the last; for had he not staunched his wounds with his coat of gray and kissed her picture as he faint ly said; “Goodby, little sweetheart; It Is all over with me now!" And no one ever gave it a thought, either, why the girl was so partial to gray gowns trimmed with blue, and blue gowns trimmed with gray; tha.t is. no one but Aunt Helen. She had fig ured It out after the unerring arith metic of a woman’s heart, and under stood. "Antony was wrong.” Miss Genie was wont to say. "but he was true as the heavens to what he deemed duty, and to me.” She always looked so pained when she said this, that one could almost see the shadow of car nage on her face. But she had put away the “mistake," and, in honor of a once more united brotherhood under the old flag and th" memory of handsome Antony Packard, she habitually wore blues and grays. ”1 heard what she said,” mused the neat figure in the middle of the sunny morning room; and two misty eyes looked wistfully' after the disappearing ladles. “Oh, yes; I heard, but auntie will keep my secret, I know.” A thankful confidence lighted up her countenance as she turned away to finish the dusting, for Miss Genie was a real Ebenezer in the Burnham home. By and by she put on a broad brimmed hat, something after the style of sweet southern days and pleasant plantation custom, before there was a confederacy, and went out alone in the soft May weather. The spring had been tardy and the old-fashioned roses were still in great, sleepy buds, the last few kindly days of warmer airs not having been suffi cient for their unfolding. But the plumy lilacs, white as milk, and purple as royal attire, were still in bloom; besides, there were oceans of pansies and violets. “The lilacs are like—conquering plumes,” she said dreamily, holding her flushed cheek close to their wealth of fragrance, “and the pansies have such innocent earnest faces"—looking down lovingly at them—"but the ail but open roses here are most suitable," and she kissed the dawning beauty of Sharon and the “great double white.” Gathering a basket to the overflowing of the “all-but-open" treasures and a sprinkling of pansies and taking a wide shallow dish and some water. Miss Genie timed her feet to an old south ern melody of childhood days—his and hers—and marched slowly down the garden path. as she passed, and the bees droned In lower monotone as the lonely proces sion of one made Its way to the corner shielded by the friendly syrtnga. “Of course, he Isn't here,” she said In tremulous tones, as she knelt to ar range the offering, “but he Isn’t there either,’’ thinking of the cemetery where now the peole were assembling, “so my flowers are as appropriate in this place as—anywhere.” Pressing the dish into the earth, she filled it with water, and then arranged the bursting buds, so that they all might “lok heavenward,” bordering them with the other blossoms. "Pansies," site tnurmered softly, touching their surprised faces, “I leave you, dainty little soldiers, on picket duty. Keep off the enemy: these un blown roses, nty sober little friends, are types of—of his life and—mine; full of beautiful possibilities, but broken off before the realization.” Then, bowing her head, she breathed a prayer that even the pansies did not hear. The afternoon shadows were length ening on the lawn and Miss Buffing ton sat on the steps, humming ''Ameri ca," and mending wee Bobble’s flag. "The stwipes got ta.red from the stars, didn’t a’?” questioned the miniature soldier, leaning comfortably on his sedate cousin’s knee. "Yes, Bobble, the dear old flag has seen lots of trouble,” and her lips shut tightly over a sigh, as she fastened the last stitch uniting the "stwipes" to the stars again. ”An' lots o’ wars an’ things?” "Yes, dear.” “An’ Decoration day corned ’en?" per sisted Miss Genie's young relative, waving the mended flag thoughtfully. "Yes, Bobble.” "An' folks put posies on sojers' graves •cause thy’re solly?” "Yes, I think that Is one reason.” she answered, looking away over Bobbie’s head and seeing Aunt H'dlen coming through the shrubbery alone. "Are you solly, too, CoUsln Deena?" , and the blue eyes were lifted curiously. "Your mamma is coming, dear,” she replied evasively; and away went Bobble to meet his mother and pour a grist of questions into the maternal ■ear. "Who did she march with? Did Miss Eddyton dlt lost ? Who carried the flag; and .who drummed the big drum? And, could he go next time if he glowed a ‘whole Jot?" But (the maternal ear seemed seized with sudden deafness, for Mrs. Burn ham marched light through the swarm of lnterjOTgatlves and almost over the Interrogator and, coming slowly up the steps, sankMnto a rocker, dusty, weary and warm.' Unloosing hex* bonnet strings, and fanning herself ^*Ith a magazine for' ..several minutes, Aunt Helen Anally said: "I came arouiixf.by the postofflce ana was lucky enough U> get the mall before they shut up. Here’# you Atlanta paper and the usual letter ttOBi Cousin Mab/’ and she t0S3ed Miss Genie's mall Into her lap; then she went out to the well to get a “rest up" drink. When she came back with a pitcher of water her niece thrust the open let ter Into her hand without a word and, turning away quickly, went Into the parlor, locking the door after her. "Well, I never!” exclaimed Aunt Helen; “cousins dead, or some dread ful thing has happened. I’m sure.” After rummaging the clock ahelf and work basket for her “near glasses," Mrs. Burnham finally found thorn on the table, “In plain sight.” •'Of course she wanted me to read it,' she said, settling herself In the rocker once more and unfolding the paper. And this letter—not Mab’*—met her as tonished vision; "Eugenia, dearest: When I was car ried off the battlefield I was supposed to be dying; but, after months of hob nobbing with death. I recovered. "I have searched for you, Genie, until I knew not which way to turn next. Today I met vour cousin In Marietta and she gave me your address. "Is the old love warm and true, denr est? If so. come to me to the deserted homestead and, together, we will build It up anew. You were so right In the matter of the war, Genie; I bless the dear old flag which waves over me to day! "Believing you will come, I enelope a draft for your expenses, and will be watching for you. Your own Antony, still." Mrs. Burnham read the letter through, drawing- her breath In sharply at the close. "Can It be possible!” She exclaimed, half aloud; then ah# went to the parlor door and listened. But, hearing nothing, she said to her self: "Fudge! she has sense enough to be glad alone, and I shan't disturb her. I will go and tel! Homer.” Ten minutes later Mrs. Burnham was reading the wonderful letter to her husband out among the all-but-open roses, where he had gone to prune off needless scions. And, together, they rejoiced for their niece. At tea time Miss Genie appeared looking "like Bhe had taken the sacrament,” Uncle Ho mer thought. A beautiful serenity shone on her face ae she Bald to Aunt Helen across the table: “I shall start south In the morning, auntie.’’ Uncle Burnham got up and, putting his hand on the head of his niece, said, feelingly: “The Lord reward* the faithful, Eugenia. Tuke my blessing to your sunny southern home.” Then he went out under the' wistaria, lest they shoula see that a man like him "cried like a baby.” The next morning, before she bade Clear Brook goodby, Miss Bulhlngton tripped lightly down the garden path to the corner hidden by the syrlnga tree. And behold! the all-but-open roses were fully and beautifully blown; so much so, that the bright little faces on guard duty could scarcely catch a glimpse of the shining face above them. THE GETTYSBURG EAGLE This fine specimen of the American eagle was shot and killed on n part of the famous battlefield of Gettsburg on February 22, 18S7, hence the Inscription that is tied to his feet: "I Also Was Shot at Gettysburg.” The eagle, or rather his stuffed figure, occupies a po sition of prominence In the picture framing store of C. V. Ashdown, on On tario street, Cleveland. Mr. Ashdown has owned the eagle for the last ten years and has refused offers of large sums of money for it. Tho eagle meas ures seven feet from tip to tip of the wings. The bronze figures of eagles on the Soldiers’ and Sailors' monument on the public square were modeled from It. During the national encamp ment of the Grand Army at Cleveland the eagle was exhibited In n show win dow, where it was continually sur rounded by ever-changing groups of admiring veterans. Union Will Live Forever. With each annual recurrence of Me morial day It appeals more and molt to all the people. Each year there are more who personally knew nothing of the bitterness of the war and who are, therefore, better able to appreciate the splendid courage of the men who took part In It on both Bids. Of the great armies of men who volunteered 111 de fense of the flag only a few survivors are left. In the columns which march to the cemeteries this year to decorate the graves of the soldiers will be a smaller number of those who wore the blue than ever before. But the num ber of those who “swell the chorus of the union" Is increasingly larger. And today more truly than ever before the flag of the union flouts over a reunited country. I--1 The Of