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39957	Iowa Press and Authors' Club	Prairie Gold			.txt	text/plain	70777	5372	88	Today in spirit come we all to Time's sweet trysting place with story Roger Barnes, son of an elder in the little Iowa Society of Friends and came the reflection that his little son would never know how like to He stood thus for a moment like a proud young athlete, meeting the eye faltered, "but, do you know--you look ever-so-much like a little niece I saw the Union soldier turn his head a little and look directly at me. They tasted like Good-Night on your white face. "Father," said the old wife, "do you mean to tell me you are going to old husband's voice and he looked at her, Somers bowed his head. went over and said: "Good morning." As he looked up I saw that his I boarded the train, said "Howdy" to a friend, and looking back saw old as one looks for love in his friend's heart at the home-returning.	./cache/39957.txt	./txt/39957.txt