-» = ■=! * Ordinate Sempre la "INDIAN BEER" Migliaia sanno d'esperienza che questa bevanda purifica il sangue e lo rinvigorisce quando e' usata moderatamente. E' salutare e special mente desiderata in questa stagione dell'anno. • La birra viene manifatturata da persone esperte ed il processo di essa e l'unico, onestamente preparato secondo la migliore maniera. Ordinate ora una cassa di "INDIAN BEER" I 4 9 I apportatrice di sommi benefici fisici e che incon tra il vostro gusto per il suo sapore squisito— Non vi fate mancare mai una cassa e casa vostra. || CERCATE SEMPRE LA LA BIRRA BIRRA i CHE CHE VI . VI DA . FA SOSTANZA DIGERIRE E' in venditi in tutte le "BARS" delia contea e viene da tutti domandata. Ordinatene una cassa che vi sara' mandata a casa vostra pronta per quando la desiderate. INDIAN BREWING CO. j Indiana, Pennsylvania INDIANA'S Finest Ice Cream Parlor IT IS QUA LITY THAT COUNTS and it is because our confec tionery combines the qualit ies of purity, flavor and fresh ness that it is perfectly heal thy, To a lover of fine cand ies a box of our bonbons; chocolates or caramel is an un qualified delight. The "Boston' Where Quality and Purity Are Paramount WW 1 WANT IS. Advertisements under this head lc a word each insertion. % FOR SALE—Farm of 53 acres in Rayne township, 1-4 mile from Kimmel station on the 8., R. and P. Good house and barn, fruit and good spring water. Cheap to quick buyer. Inquire at Patriot Office. FINE WATCH AND JEWELRY REPAIRING ALSO PHONOGRAPH REPAIRING A. I. GOLDBERG Jewelry, Watches, Clocks and Musical Instruments 14 South 7th Street, Near St. Car Station Indiana, Pa. Continued from Page 2 Wanted Him to "Stick." "Mary? Oh* she lived up in Wilkes- Barre, where I enlisted from as a kid. I was only seventeen and was working as a patternmaker when the war broke out. Three of my brothers had gone before. I'll never forget how the band played 'The Girl I Left Behind Me.' After I'd gone Mary wrote to me a good deal and said she wished I was home, and still she wanted me to stick till it was over. When I got a piece of shell in my leg at Spottsylvania I didn't think for a while there was goin' to be any goin' home. But, pshaw, 'twan't long after that that I helped the boys raid a sutler, two miles out side the camp. He'd been over chargin' us pretty stiff. I ran the whole two miles in the dark that night luggin' a big box. Thought I had a prize. Ha, huh!—that box was full of pepper! "Mary hardly knew me when I got home. You see, when I left I didn't have any whiskers on my face, but I wa'n't long lettin' her know who I was and we didn't waste much time about gettin' married. Dear girl, wish I could see her now." Reinterments at Gettysburg. The work of reinterring the dead on the field of Gettysburg began on the twenty-seventh of October, 1863, and was completed on the eighteenth of the following March. The number re buried was thirty-five hundred and seventy-five. This does not mean that even half the dead were found, for the whole field was dotted with graves. In reinterring the bodies in the ceme tery every effort was made to discover the identity of the men and this In many cases was done and the relatives of the dead soldier had his remains taken home, the identification being made through articles found on his body. An entry of each article found was made. These things are kept and numbered to correspond with the num ber of the gravestone of him upon whose body the articles were found. The following is an example of the record: John Sykes— Ambrotype of a young girl; sixty cents; comb. Unknown Pocketbook; lock of brown hair; picture of man supposed to be his father. : Shop 262-x Local Telephones • Residence 78-v UTILITY ELECTRIC COMPANY "SQUARE DEAL SHOP" Marshall Building, Indiana, Pa. Love For an Hour. What is it that makes people so mucn better company at a masquerade than under any other circumstance? In the circle of the black mask am! the domino we have no name, no past, no future, no self to live up to or down to and the mood that is uppermost need never impose itself upon a later mood. We can be spontaneous and genuine. No wonder we are good company! For on the whole our spontaneous impulses are kindly and gay. We are almost ready to love our fel low men for an hour if we are not thereby committing ourselves to loving them for a lifetime.—Pittsburgh Press. Bay Rum. Bay rum is manufactured from the dried leaves of Pimento acris. Bay rum is procured by distillation, and this in a very simple manner. The leaves are picked from the trees and then dried. In this state they are placed in the retort, which is then'fill ed with water, and the process of dis tillation is carried on. The vapor is then condensed in the usual way and forms what is known as "bay oil," a very small quantity of which is re quired for each puncheon of rum. The Spanish Moors. When the people of the rest of En rope were little better than barbarians the Spanish Moors were in the midst of a splendid culture. As early as the tenth centurv this country was the source of learning for all Europe. Their libraries, schools, arts, sciences, luxurious refinements and all round material and intellectual advancement differentiated them from the rest of Europe as clearly as ancient Greece was from the peoples that surround ed it. The Problem Solved. Great Publisher—We find this novel of yours is twice as long as it should be. Great Author —But I can't waste all that material. Great Publisher — Certainly not. Our idea is to cut it in half and make two novels of it—Judge. Storks and Cats. Storks are partial to kittens as an article of food, and cats reciprocate by a love for storks. (Copyright, 1916. by the McClure Newspa per Syndicate.) THE rain fell steadily on the drenched earth. From the blossoming apple orchards waves of perfume wafted over the land. Sarah Lewis glanced up sharply as her son came into the room. "Where are you going Peter?" she asked. "Down to the choir practice," he an swered quietly. The old woman looked out into the fast falling dust. She felt that what she had to say could be more easily spoken if her son's big brown eyes were not watching her furtively. "Do you remember what happened twenty years ago tomorrow, my son?" she asked. "Certainly, mother, I remember. I am not likely to forget it," he replied. "I hope you never will, my son You were but seven then, Peter, but you must reraeinber that sad home coming of your slain father. Perhaps you even remember that the body of another soldier was brought here at the same time, by the same train You know who I mean—Asa Lynn He fought on the Confederate side." "I know it, mother,"- said Peter, gently. Only nineteen years had passed since the close of the Civil war —the events of that distressful period were vividly present in Sarah Lewis memory. -, "Asa Lynn fought on the wrong side," she went on in a bitter tone. "It may even have been his hand that took your father's life. We shall never know." "I, for one, shall give him the bene fit of the doubt," said Peter gravely. "Because he was Bessie Lynn's father, I suppose." He flushed deeply and a determined look came into his face. "You should know me better than that, mother," he said shortly. "I know you better than you think, my son. I've heard —I've seen—l i "Where Are You Going, Peter?" know what is going on between you and Bessie Lynn, whose father fought in the Confederate army and who very likely murdered your poor father!" "Ah, I don't like to look at it in that horrible way, mother! I always like to think of them both as brave men fighting for what they believed to be the right. Now, kiss me, mother, I'm going. Aren't you going to prayer meeting tonight?" "No," said Sarah Lewis decidedly. "It is at Mrs. Lynn's and you know we haven't spoken for twenty years, and never shall speak if I have my way. I hope this rain doesn't spoil all the flowers. I want to put some on your father s grave in the morning before the crowd gets to the ceme tery." "The snowball bush is almost breaking down with its load of blos soms and the lilacs are out," said Peter pacifically as he left the house. Sarah Lewis watched him until his sturdy form disappeared down the darkening road. "I wouldn't have cared if it had been any other girl than Bessie Lynn," she groaned bitterly. "I sup pose Mary Lynn is just easy enough not to mind—but I do!" *•••••• It was not raining on the morning of Memorial day, but it was a pale and watery sun that shone on the headstones in the Edgerly churchyard. The Lewis plot and the Lynn plot , were side by side, separated only bjr ' IE RE AC E I* M By Douglas Molloch JS ||i Take down the battered bugle jil! | I And let it speak again — [J | Let the drum's mad beat jj 11 In the sunlit street IHI Keep time for the marching men. jnl Unfurl the tattered banner | I | I To wave as once of yore O'er the sleeping head B[l Of the soldier dead 111 Who shall look on its folds no more. Take down the battered bugle nil And sound the old-time note— Let us listen still To the message shrill That comes from its ancient throat. But the red and rusted rifle, ffl I [The sword with the battle scar, * |j|| I Shall leap not again HI H To the breasts of men— | | | [ Let them hang where they are, k where they are! y|](l iron chains looped from granite posts The graves of the two soldiers were almost side by side —rather less than four feet apart, only the soft turf and the sagging chain between. This very proximity of the gravee was another drop in Sarah Lewis bitter cup. Once an ambitious peri winkle had crept from Asa Lynn's grave under the chain and had pro ceeded to establish itself directly over the resting place of the other soldier Mary Lynn and her daughter had discovered it and had lef \t untouched. When Sarah discovered it she tore it ruthlessly up by the roots and flung it contemptuously into the adjoining lot. So, in like manner, she had repelled all the gentle advances of Mary LynD and her daughter. Early in the morning Sarah and Peter carried great baskets of flow ers to the churchyard. They heaped the well-kept mound with snowballs and lilacs and blood-red sprays oi Japan quince, not forgetting such a liberal display of the national colore as befitted the occasion. But Asa Lynn's grave was bare save for its green covering of turf and the blue-flowered periwinkle. Peter had finished his task and waf gazing wistfully at the flowers stil) remaining in his basket "Mrs. Lynn and Bessie have been called over to Plantsville," he said Bessie and Peter Went Away Together. hesitatingly. "Her sister is sick. I don't suppose you'd want me to put these over there" —he nodded across the chain. With a fierce look and without a word Sarah Lewis snatched the bas ket from his hand and began to heap the sprays of lilac on the mound al ready hidden beneath a wreath of blossoms, and then in silence they went their way homeward. David returned to his work in the field, and all day long Sarah went about her household tasks with com pressed lips. It was, indeed, discouraging to en deavor to bring up a son to an in heritance of patriotic hatred and then have him refuse it! It was a tempestuous evening. The sun disappeared in a cloud bank and soon it began to storm fiercely. Dur ing the night a hurricane lashed the earth mercilessly and stripped the re maining blossoms from the orchard trees. At daylight it cleared and, after they had breakfast, Peter and his mother made their way to the church yard to see what havoc the storm had wrought. Peter bore with him a basket of flowers gathered in antici pation of what the storm might do. As they entered the gate they saw Bessie Lynn and her mother passing in almost beside them. The two older women nodded stiff ly, Bessie smiled uncertainly and Peter hesitated rather awkwardly. Arriving at the objective point at about the same time, the four stood speechless at the transformation worked by the storm —where there had been two graves now appeared only one, an unenclosed area covered with water-soaked purple and white. As if to emphasize the futility of Bectional bitterness, not a single flag remained above the grave of the Fed eral soldier, but one had found a lodg ment directly over the spot where the fallen Confederate slept. And this May morning, with the 1 song of birds and the smell of flow ers, seemed very far removed from battlefields. Mary Lynn lifted her tear-fllled eyes. "You did this, Sarah," she quav ered. "It was good of you to for get at last." But Sarah Lewis raised a protesting ; hand. " "No, I am not good enough to have | done it! God did it himself with his | wind and storm to rebuke me! I sup j pose he thought if he could forgive ! them for fighting, surely a wicked old woman like me—" Then Peter unbooked the chain and Mary Lynn came through and put her arms around his sobbing mother. She motioned to the other to leave them. Bessie and Peter went away to gether. PAID THE PRICE OF PEACE First Thought That Should Inspire Americans on Each Memorial Day Anniversary. If Memorial day emphasizes to the American people one fact more than any other, it is that the price of peace Is human life. Fifty years have passed since Grant and Lee met at Appomat tox, during which period a war debt of billions has been practically paid, a ravaged country wholly rehabilitated, industry and commerce developed, and wonderful achievements made In the arts and sciences, all accomplished at tremendous cost. Yet today the mil lions paid, the tremendous effort put forth, the great burdens then assumed, count for less than the loss to the n* tion in human life. Today, North and South, only men, brave men, are mourned as their graves are strewn with flowers. It sometimes seems that, in the rush and roar of life, even the price of peace has been paid without regret. But life is dissimulation. In hundreds of thousands of homes there are faded portraits, tattered uniforms, little re minders of a thousand sorts which in a quiet hour are again and again bap tized in tears, as they suggest per sonal loss, blasted hopes, happiness, and still, these but quicken memories that are ever with those who really paid the price, just as the ceremonies and exercises today bring back more vividly the partings, the anxious days, the terrible news of 59 years ago. In the very words "Me morial day" there is a wealth of mean ing to some which those of the present generation cannot understand as fully as they should, to appreciate the sig nificance of observance of the day. And yet, those of the present gener ation have only to look across the Atr lantic, and contemplate the carnage and destruction there, to gain a better appreciation cf the price paid by this nation before they were born. Figures tell something, but hearts tell more — broken hearts which time cannot heaL Let imagination touch the sorrows of the countless widows and orphans this great war has made, let it reckon the prospects of life dashed to ground, yes, buried beneath blood-soaked sod. and there will come some conception of 50 years ago in this country, and of the significance of Memorial day ded icated to the men who fought end died, constituted the real price of th» peace this country has enjoyed fear half a century.
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