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DECORATION DAY.
Nnw rence hcglns her (rentier relga,
Th How of Promise Imrn shove;
The wineil llowers Mil tlx battle plain;
On silent tides the wnr-shls num.
War folds her Iour nnresttnir tent;
The echoing trills of hnglea eeiiHe,
Anil safe In cannon, thunder spent.
The purple swallow brooils iu peace.
The heroes rest,
Their irraves are ours,
Jtencath the Iris march of llowers.
Here, eomrnilcs, eomo with reverent trol,
Ami lift the flair above the ilenil.
'Iie west wlmls In eneh blooming bough
All whisper, "Hylas, where art thou?"
I'nfurl the Ileil Flag to the sun!
The Hcil stripe waves for conlllcts gone
That mmlo pcaee possible to meu,
Hut ('hicknmaiign's luriil morn
The worlil will never see gaiu.
I'nfurl the reil ling to the sun!
No more the still Potomac's waves
Hlinll bear the blue brigades of old.
Hut ever on their serried graves
hh.'U smokeless suns go down lu gold!
The rolling drums
No more are heard.
The hollow bugles' summoning word
For memories grand of heroes dead
Forever Iloat, O Stripe of limit
I'nfurl tUo rod ling to the sunt
Vnfurl the White Flag to the air!
The White Ktripe waves forevermore
Tho emblm of the future grand.
For It the fields were stained with gore,
And pleroed the lend the hero's hnud.
Unfurl the white flng to tho sun!
O Ktripe of white, the trace of God
Has stilled the earth, be thou our hope
That nevermore the flower-lipped sod
To drink the blood of men may opel
For heroes dead
That lifted thee
O'er stormless forts, o'er land and sea,
And gave thv promise to the light,
Forever float, O Ktripe of White!
Unfurl the white flag to the air!
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C,:,,'l AR away, in the old-
' en days and golden,
folk held the rose a
S flnu-er ft niteneA
wisely discreet as
to all which came
within its ken.
Times change
manners with them
why not flowers as well? Tossibly
it is nature's kind provision. Other
wisebut a story should begin always
at the proper beginning.
Somehow, in spite of the muffled
drums, the arms reversed, the line of
scarred and grizzled veterans, now
grown pitifully short and thin, there
was distinctly a holiday air about the
crowd which streamed into the ragged
cemetery. Indeed, there could not
help but be for the lilacs, snowballs,
bridal wreath and flowering almond
were all riotously in blossom, the sy
riuga clumps green miracles of swell
ing white buds. Within the week a
late spring had grown suddenly toward;
the winds were warm and scented like
the breath of June, and the birds sang
in full high- summer chorus, warmed
and melted by the golded heat of May.
In the face of that youth eould not
be sorrowful, even though it came out
to mark the land's old desolation. It
waa mainly those too young to remem
ber that time, aava aa a vast vague
elond of storm and distress, who came
in line beyond the veterans to deck
their comrades' graves. Not a man in
the fire-new Graysville cadets, march
ing aa escort to the old soldiers, was
over thirty. And though for long men
and matrons of aober yeara had count
ed it their privilege to bring hither
flowers and greens, upon this day the
work had fallen wholly to the girls and
younger women.
The light frocks and fluttering rib
bous, massed or singly, seemed to re
peat and accentuate the tints of the
llowers in bloom there iu the cemetery,
aud the knots aud wreaths and loose
ban df u Is they bore in their baskets or
heaped in the hollow of the arm. But
nobody faa quite so inuaU the day's
S0(6IOK5(G(C(O)CiC(OIC
DECORATION DAY
With acclamation nnd'with trumpet tone.
With prayer and praise, and with triumphal state
Of warlike columns, and the moving weight
01 men, whose firmness never overtlirown,
Troved itself steadfast; which did add to fatd
Fpeed, vision, certainty, and ever grow a
More terrible as more enduring shone
A fire of retribution and swift hate,
All visibly advancing with these we keep
Unsullied in our breast and pure and whit
The spirit of gratitude that may not sleep
A Nation'a safeguard against shame and blight'
fjinee sacred memories and the tears men weep
Alone can keep a Nation at its height.
Laugdon Elwyn Mitchell
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I'nfurl the nine Flng to the breeze!
O Illne Field of my country's Hag,
The blue that calls lis true'to be
To every ale and battle crag
Where martyrs Brought their fnlth In thee!
I'nfurl the illue Flng to the breeze
To victors crowned forever true,
To all thev left for us to bear.
F'or dead hearts listening, Boat, 0 Blue, J
Forever In celestial air!
Herewith our tears! .'
Hlinll spring s Urst flowers j
Depend upon tlielr grnves like showers !
Fragrant, while battle numbers cease. '
They died upon the march to peace;
As Kgypt's two Immortnl sons
Who drew their mother to the shrine,
And reeling In thepropvlon
.Were crowned by death nnd made divine,
Ko thev received the best rewards
From highest councils of the gods
t'nfurl the Uluo Flng to the breeze!
They do not die who on the march
For 'mnn nnd God are seen no more.
The cause goes on, 'nenth heaven's arch,
And they coronal go before.
They live among the sons of light.
The gleam of glory on thelrshlelds,
And every contest' tor the right
They enter on life's thousand Holds,
Unfurl the Hag above the llowers.
And with uncovered heads go by; ,
The onwnrd march of Ponce Is ours, i
Hut they have gained the victory, '
True as the stars that never cease ,'
Their courses In the march of peace.
We strew the flowers
'Mid hymn and prnyer.
And set the flag among them there,
Anil love's eternal pledge renew:
The lied Htrlpe for the old; the White "
For Pence In Heaven's unfolding light;
For future years, celestial Hlue.
4'omrndes, we go! to those who fell
No heart will ever say Farewell,
They rise forever In rcvliyr!
March forward to the night!
lUV.VWhSu J-Lr-" M,l A
Ilezeklah Butterworth, In Youth's Companion.
THE ROSES.
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A Story of Decoration Day. y
embodiment as Peggy Farley who had
on a white gown, tine and clinging, a
broad blue sash and a sheaf of red, red
roses made fast to her belt. Hhe was
easily the prettiest girl in Graysville
the best liked, too, for nil she had cer
tain little willful, proud ways. Over
against them were to be set the kindest
heart, the readiest bond, lips wholly
free from guile. Everylnxly had re
joiced over her engagement to young
Orahume, the line, tall captain of
the cadets. He had women friends in
legion, yet not one had hinted thnt he
was a "sacrifice." Likewise Feggy'a
adorers, masculine, from seven to sev
enty, agreed that while he was not
quite good enough for her, he came as
near it as mortal man was likely to be
found.
So when the engagement was broken
with no word said in explanation on
either side gossip ran riot, nor were
there lacking shrewd folk to note that
the break eame just a week later than
Miss Barbara Grahame's return to the
old home. She had been five years
away, seeking vainly to escape her arch
enemy, rheumatism. Naturally her
temper had not improved; besides, it
had been known always that aha bad
really loved bnt two things her
brother John'a memory and her own
way though it had pleased her tft im
agine herself devoted to her nephew.
Captain John Grahame, the elder,
had not died in battle, albeit ha Slept
well to the head of the cemetery's sol
diery. He had come from the long
fighting with a ballet in his chest, but
had grown within a year of peace so
much hia old self, handsome, hearty,
sunny-tempered, that ha had married
rejoioiugly the sweetheart he had left
behind him. When young John was
born it seemed there was nothing left
to wish for but almost in the first
joy of fatherhood the end came. The
bullet had touched a vital snot witli
smothered gasping cry, a red torrent
gushing front his mouth, the gallant
gentleman reudered up hia soul.
Hia widow sobbed piteously, but in
year waa consoled a twelvemonth
'Vi CtN. SHERIDAN
later married again. Then Miss llnr-
tmra adopted little John, saying grim
ly as she took him upon her kuee
"John, von are never to forget it is
through the wickedness of war you
are fatherless nnd worse tlinn mother
less."
Hhe was not of the throng to-dny
her old enemy had her hard nnd fast in
his clutches. If she walked at all it
was bv the help of crutch nnd enne,
nud she was mnrvelouslv sensitive
about appearing thus in public. Neil li
er would she take the carriage nor b
wheeled in her bnth chnir. Jlut she
had stripped garden and green-house
for the flower-hearer. Three, whose
baskets she had tilled, were talking
eagerly together ns thev stood listen
ing to the minute guns that marked
the close of the ceremonies.
"I asked if these worn not especial
ly for her brother, and oh, the look
she gave me!" one prclty creature said.
It was petrifying, snul uer unite,
"aud only fancy her saying: 'I wish
yon children of to- day would under
stand it is the cause, not individuals
Hint one honors. Give uiy brother his
shnre, but no more.
"Do you know, I am as certain as
can be she is at the bottom of that,"
the third said, nodding faintly toward
the place where I'eg(ty and Captain
Grahame, in unlooked-for encounter,
were saluting audi other with elabor
ate if tremulous inditterence.
"Oh! that couldn't be! Why! Miss
Barbara could not hang a rag of objec
tion anywhere about l'eggy. Hhe has
grown up here we know all that is to
be known of her her mother is the
loveliest sweet lady, and her grnnd
gather almost the richest and quite tho
best man in the village.
"But her futher may be you have
never heard that he' fought through
the war on the other side and all the
time engaged to her mother, whom he
lutd met while at college Harvard, I
think "
"Oh!" and "Oh!" cried the others in
concert. "Wherever did you nnd that
oat? We knew Mrs. Farley was married
in London, and that her husl.and died
five years after in Italy. But this story
why, it's like a play I Do tell us
every scrap you Know!
"Hush! There comes l'eggy witn
her grandfather and three beaux. That
must be interesting lor Captain Ura
bame. Peggy, dearest, aren't you
glad it is all ovor and that everything
went so superbly, just as you had
planned?"
Peggy nodded with her most daz
zling smile. All day she had been very
gay and high with those about her.
The cadets had wheeled for the coun
termarch. Now they came trooping
past the group in the shade at the way
Hide. Again fate set the captain of
them where his sweetheart's eyebeams
must stream straight into his heart.
The poor lud was ho stoic. He felt
himself oolor, and for a minute saw nil
things blurred aud dim, because, for
sooth, a young creature who did not
come up to hia shoulder had waved her
AT BIS FATIIKB'S ntUTE.
hand at him and flung him a rose from
thr cluster on. her breast.
Vhe soldiers were out of sight, the
town folk for the most part well home
ward when Fegfty, who had lingered
unaccountably and was just outside the
cemetery gate, said hurriedly: "Oh, I
have forgotten sotnetitig; don't wait
for me," and ran back before anybody
coul il say a word. fcUie ran so deviously
that thongh they Unked Bfter her her
companions could not keep track of
her. "She is the dearest odd crea
ture!" they said. "No doubt she will
go home by the other gate. It is evei
so much nearer. It is not worth while
to wait."
When voting Captain Ornlisine got
home to his delayed dinner he found
his aunt in wait for him with a most
unusual look in her eyes. Hhe trem
bled all over, too, and there'wason odd
break in her voice as she bade him sit
beside her so she might take his hand.
Wondering, he obeyed, and the wonder
grew to amaze as he heard her say:
' John, l am a wicked woman ; 1 nave
irnuKht sorrow to one who is but
listen: I did goto the cemetery to
day; after all the crowd had gone I
wanted to touch your father's shaft
and rend his name on it nnd the names
of nil the battles he fought in. I was
just coming to it atifT, hobbling, a
bent and withered old woman when
I saw a vision, something white, with
the motion of the wind. It ran and
knelt by my dear grave, softly kissed
some royal roses, touched the blossoms
to your father's name, nnd hid them in
the greenery abont the shaft. Then it
said: 'Oh. Fathers up in heaven!
surely vou two understand and forgive
and are hnipy. l'lease help John to
lie happy I can bear everything but
that.'"
"It was not whollv von," John snid
wretehedlv. "I had too little patience.
I raved when I should have soothed
her; told her she did not care for me,
if she would let scruples of her father's
memory or anything come betweeu
us "
"Yon have no time to waste recall
ing follv," Miss Ihirbara said severely.
"I shall never forgive you if you do
not co to her at once and fetch her
here, thnt I mnv ask her pardon!"
1'cgKy cnine stately under her
mother's wing and pence was made
upon the instant. Hut the why and
wherefore is still a secret in drays
ville. Kverybotly knows though thnt
there will be a brilliant wedding very
early in the fall.
DECORATION DAY.
liiiportaiife f llie f'mper Observance nf
Tills Hfllelllll frYsUviil.
Decoration Day is 1 a solemn festival
for the Nation. All over the land the
patriotic and ti'iic-heai'ted citizen am
his family iiuike ready and go out with
appropriate ceremonies and a wealth
of blossoms to murk another milestone
on the Nation's highway of pence inn
prosperity. Truly, it is a lilting nm
beautiful way to emphasize the story
of tho great and good work wrought by
the patriot souls uud the faithful liniid
of the fathers, sous and brothers of this
grand nud glorious Itc public.
And with every passing year the
proper observance of this National day
becomes more important. Jo the chil
die n born since the wnr it lacks the
heart-touching nnd tender scnlimen
and the tearful memories that cluster
around the days when our loved ones
were brought home to us from the Heir
of war and were laid with reverent nm
treinhling minds in Hallowed graves
and bedewed with the bitterest drops
of anguish that can full from human
eyes.
"Hlain in Buttle." "He fell with hi
face to the foe." These were tho mes
sages that wore flashed over the wire
and sent to tho waiting ones at home
bv brave aud thoughtful comrades
Those who lived through those trying
tunes need not lie reminded how sacre
is the trust committed to our charge.
They know what the dny means, in nil
its comprehensive nud broad signiti
cauue, and it needs no burst of martial
music, no flourish of trumpet
or beating of drums to toll the story.
They know the history of those trying
days, and the most eloquent efforts ot
oratory cannot make it more clear or
more dear to them.
Bin to those who are to come after
us loose who know the wnr only as s
sad and awful tradition the day and
its meaning must be mnde plain. They
cannot know the sorrow, the paiu, the
tireless anxiety and the ever-present
watchfulness thnt tilled those weari
some years of struggle, and that had,
by the greatness of Divine power,
strength anil courage to wait for the
fullness of time, that bright aud shin
ing and glorious time when the
youngest Nation of the earth would
shake off the burdens and unloose the
shackles of discord, and rise in bet
might, a daughter of the gods, divinely
fair, divinely strong, and royally
gracious in her supreme and conscious
strength, and stand once more, clothed
and in her right mind, in her own proud
position as the grandest and most to be
envied of all th'e Nations ot the earth.
New York Ledger.
The Veil of Separation.
Ah, sir, there are times in tho his
tory of men and nations when they
stand so near the veil that separates
mortals from immortals, time from
eternity, and men from their God, that
they can almost hear the breathing and
feel the pulsations of the heart of the
Infinite. Through such a time has
this Nation gone, and wbeu two hun
dred. aud-fifty thousand brave spirits
pnssed from the field of honor through
that thin veil to the presence of God,
and when tit lust its parting folds ad
mitted the martyred President to the
company of the dead heroes of the Re
public, the Nation stood so near the
veil that the whispers of God were
heard by the uhildreu of meu. James
A. Garfield.
TUK FASHION MALADY,
COSMETIC PARALYSIS IS EPIDEMIC
AMONG FAIR METROPOLITANS.
linlln Pox anil Mlllitn ftnsscll Iteputnllon
lo Mnstnln-MIss Carroll's Striking f 'ns
tunie .f iilhl Marlowe's Mmart t'overt
I'nnt-Nomrtlilng About the New Veils.
(Special New York Fashion Letter.)
T promised to write of a mnlndy of
fashion Bostoninn. It is called cos
luetio pnralvsis, and is quite an epi
demic among women for women alone,
as a rule, resort to the brush which
benutilies nature s complexion. Pow
ders, face blenches nud dyes are its
tempters, and artificial benuty be
comes a worshiper, which bows down
in time to disease; a disease w inch
paralyzes the small veins upon the face
surface the beginning of the end.
At a recent performance of "Lost,
Ht rayed or Htolen," Delia Fox sat a
row iu front of me. Hhe was so
changed thnt I was obliged to look
twice to be sure it was she.
Alas but that reminds me. While
waiting near the stage entrance of the
Cnsino Inst Friday, Lillian ltussell
swept majestically out, stepped into
her carriage and rodo awnv. Miss Fox
followed a moment Inter. Hhe hailed a
hansoiii and, too, whirled down llrond-
wav. Jefferson D'Angelis, who had
been watching the proceedings, paused,
smiled imperceptibly, and looking U
the street snw an nslicait wagging
slowlv along; n pause, gesture, and
Mr. D'Angelis had stepped into the
cart and was driven rapidly nfter the
twain; As be passed me lie sang out,
"I must keep up my reputation as the
comedian of the show.
A U011E or liLACK
Miss Helen Carroll, the society belle
whose engagement to. Herbert Delano
Bobbins has brought forth uo end of con
gratulations, is a devout German niusio
student. Miss Carroll, regale iu a robe
of black canvas cheviot, made with the
narrow front gored skirt, and a bluzer
jacket of the same material, from which
peeped a duiuty blue, mazy waist, was
my vis-a-vis across theuisleut a recent
matinee of "The Flying Dutchman."
Hhe had evidently started out for a
"Five O'clock Tea" au essentially
KngliHh institution, by the way for
we do not chase the fox iu America, but
I sip our tea, flirting with the one or
A COVERT I'bOTn HtUT.
two men who "just happen in," and.
well, it is fascinating if the girl is
pretty, winsome and "brainy."
The (lustnv Dore exhibition of pic
tures here in the city, is one of th
Bt.t'B AND BROWN MIXEU
WHIPCORD.
finest which has ever been hel l in New
York. In fnct, what an art season tliis
has. been. The Dore collection is
crowded continual!, and I noticed
Mrs. Arthur Paget, who is in this
country again for n little while, iu a
gown of blue and brown whipcord.
The jacket was tailor made, full on
the hips, and opened at tho front to
display a crepe de chieme blouse of
violet. Her hat was a large violet
straw trimmed with rows of ribbon,
which were fastened in place by n
rhinestone crescent. The buck of the
lint wns finished with a muss of green
leaves.
From Purls comes word that a pretty
novelty for n coiffure is black ostrich
feathers.
Bracelets are again in vogue.
Prussian belts in gold ami silver are
a novelty in dress ornaments.
An exclusive design iu n smart frock
is n single breasted tailor nuvle of tan
covert cloth. Julia Marlowe Tuber
was the wearer. It was a covert, ns I
before said, with strapped seams on
the skirt, and a funny little jacket
which buttoned ncross with a:t extra
strap. Her waist was of crimson satin,
aud her hat a dull brown straw,
trimmed with crimson geraniums,
white orchids and stiff rows of ribbon.
One of the new veils which have tine
dots, or are of fancy mesh, was caught
coqiiettishly up in the bn.'k with a
diamond snake pin.
The costumes illustrated herewith
were designed by the Natioii.il Cloak
company of New York.
CANVAS CHEVIOT.
JunMwltraaa Motive Power.
A number of inventors are ut work
just now in designing a gunpowder
engiue in which the motive power
will be developed from a high explo
sive. Colonel Barker, , tho superin
tendent of the British Royal Hinull
Arms factory, bus found by special ex
periments that ono pound of gun
powder will develop over 170,0(11) foot
pounds of energy. The most improved
smokeless powder is even more power
ful. It is thought by some that if guu
lxiwdor uiuy be used as a niotivo power
it will work a revolution iu moi'Uauitis
and bicycles.
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