eye : | eite : E MREW frals flowers | opon raves, your ; Where mourners yet their | vigils keep, Ahonen wir the mounds tiie star flag waves For which you fought | who jowly sleep. WE» #6900 the arn that yom entwined, : A § these bereaved have joined your throng, Yet ion nation’s heart enshrined Your Joedi shall garnish tale and wang. Groen §. : This ut om heads t © "Fe snr Slap, while <r (oantry's gratefnl tears Bedew ypur det pire of rest, ‘Bamoclorth the ph sll the coming years To trovdom py 10 eountry blest. Pead now the mao And south to farts bb aA os brother, Aud paMant deedi th maried the strifa They prise in common with each other. Those who for tesddom nod the flag ; Laid down thes tives voithont repining, i! ‘Enslirined with tase who id mot lag When star of sosthinnd was declining. Wha would sit drive to share your fato— The soldier's death, the patriot’s grave— Is worthy of n frwman’s hate And only ew to bea slave. i COLON ELL A AND i AJOR. emma 146, by by Arsricen Press Associa ~The colonel nnd the major sat on the Motel piazza playing cribbage. The soft, balmy spring breeze now and then bore to thiir hearing the bia- tant fanfare of frumpets or the roll of drums. Everyw their eyes were sa- ‘Juted by the fluttering folds of the stars and stripes. (lcoasionally they stopped in their game t) look at pretty little girls walking by, dressed in white, their tiny 3 your greed as years march om. it's fame Foire not decline, St fol at Marathon Aine wresths #tull twine. » enuon 80 rife, arms filled with wreaths and bouquets, or at the wagons rolling in from the i country laden with men and women, hastening to attend the services which were to be beld in the quiet villags graveyard on the kill yonder, whore many dead heres slept Is was su ideal Memorial ¢ wv. sky was cicur as crystal ao sapphires. Hezoandthoed wo Iy kissed by scfe, © ov © were pouring fori <Low Feof from the tries, gay in’ 43, - livery. . The little town a +3 Smponnt ns, dying pats 15 1 etd swimminie ich, 0 § a adr of almost 3 Fai Ry ik yi Leah rial ~yolees, tho Hrvers tae io drosess, the flags and tautivg conrpired to ren- der the suene ote roots like a fete than a © remem brance, Th Pirtips Win Toquuirons whaling tigwn tbe Bill, the | artillery massing in the vallyy, the sig | | mal rockets piercing tae sky. Il can bear i the bugle’ — { Ma broke off sndden’ ¥ Chad rice and wea fad Rim, his d 1 blazing, his lam a white und Craw, i on t bring fe: cealenal, Tt hooswd { honteely. leo on’ Po yo | not go bark to | fered then and sine i BYE motions for years | 5 beoe, tone | wish it to br. ak for: | “It'% a great id | nel testily, if ow | soeqie ih the lar = me ap Fo romndi, § free. A 113 3 ey EY - va Mire Bie bore iin al you hud go bad a ten per, £11. “My temper 12 55 (VED as yom | retried the major, “ntean’t you see it is bard enough {or me to witness thos i goonies today without having the whole | | a agnigenfolded bef we | i ghastly panorama me by vour themghtlssness, sir?’ | The eolonel lost his head, . he cried, ‘you rebels never like | anything for your good!’ “J beg your anion, to hear «ir,"" waid apply that terns to me?’ “TF did." “1 am not a rebel gir, major. | limB—canisn Jr t { sanmie flag yon fought under, i that! After this, of conrse, we will not : have the honor of each other's acgnaint. | ance,”’ and with a haughty bow the ' major walked into the hotel. | The colonel thumped his cana on the i floor of the piazza. His facs flushed. “Devilish bot headed semtherner,’’ be said, “and yet a charming fellow, row I fupport What a compavion be has been to me! | What a game of eribbage he played! | | And pow to go and spoil everything. . Dear, dear; it's too bad How I shall miss him!" As the colonel ruefully dontemplated the future a boy apgroachéd him with sat down to rend theta and to forget thy unpleasant episodes us quickly as pou- sible. One of his letter: was from an old ‘army friend, » man with whom he bad kept up an scquaintsace barn in fire and smoke. A sen in the letter ran as follows: thing you should be was Dennison’s wife's home, and I am sure be is buried in the cernetery there: You must throw a flower on his grave for me.” : The colonel dropped the letter in amazement. Dennison! Out of the past there rose a beautiful figure, with fear- less eyes, resolute lips, soft, fair hair, gay. good humored, smiling face and reckless, audacious air. What a rare fel- low be was! Dennison, who feared nei- Only the solemn roll of | the druvds at 8 distance reminded tho | two olf vardan looking .esny what the Jay meant, Rr The colo umd of the piazza sod leaning against one | “of the pillars stood thero in thoughtfel | silence. The “clone! limped a little | . when he walked. He had carried a bul- let in his thi. «incy Gettysburg. The major, turning in his chair, ro: garded his friend. The light, strilinys bis fine old face, showed the ragucd soar of a saber eat hy got at Frederic ts ~ burg. The two maimed old follows | . mot known each other Jong. Both |: drifted to this little mouutain reco? drink the waters, famous for their soca inal properties. They bad met in 1. hotel, struck up a friendship, wallicd, tak:ed and played cribbage togeth:r Though both had fought in the civi war, they tacitly tabooed the subg - far the colonel bad fought lilo on the northeris ride, and th fought like a tiger on thr cause. § Bat now thi chords of » strangely stir. 1 LF Loos ouoxliag the cemetery tho on at the pag- * SRLUTY YWOre WI AM NOT A REBEL, 81RI" : snddenly rolled tho strain of an oid army song, stirring in its measure, pa- thetic in its melody: #Oh, wrap the flag around me, To die yrere far more sweet, With freaiom’s béinner o'er ux, boys, “To be my winding sheet." ‘i The colonal gently beat time on the railing with his long, lean hand. His eyes grew potrospective. ‘How it ali ocomés back!'' he murmured half aloud. +*] can see the watchfires, the long rows of tents ghistenidg in the moonli boys sel rose and walked to the “TEN COLONEL SORBED ALOUD | ther man nor devil, who led wherever hope was rnost forlorn, who was always where the fight was hottest, who fell at L last, a jest on his lips, struck to the heart I'y asouthern ballet. A southern- er, too, by birth and <ducaticn, but who broke away from tradition and environ- ment and drew his sword iin detente of | his country’s flag. “I remomber, now, his wito Wo4 porthern girl. Dennivon used to tzlk of -his home up in the Alleghanica. And it was bere? And his grive is over there?’ The colonel strained his eyus toward the gravey **Jast ax soon as the crowd gets away 1 will go over and find it and : brave fellow. ‘3 i Meantime the t roogh the dark t, the put a few flowers cm it. Brave boy, I am wo glad Tom wrote major had passed | throogh a whirlwind of passion and sorrow alone in his room. What right bad this insolent, triumphant norther:- er to stir hin so? Why distnrb these ! depths in his bruised, achinj: old heart? | Over and over the sontherner lived the | | past, with its dreams of glory, its futile . straggles, ‘ita cruel disappointments | Again he saw the idol of his boyish | | dreams, as, vanqunished, beaten, but still | | | heroic, be handed his conquered sword to | Agnin be saw his home de- | tha victor, | stroyed, himself poor, forend to accept a | { menial position, drifting about, a bat- | { tered old wreck on the sen of life, until | had honestly liked and who had need- | lossy hurt him and. opened the old | i wounds afresh. i A kuock at the door, and the major's | As he looked it | | mail was handed hin. over he saw a letter, direated in the well known writing of his lawyer in Atlanta I He broke it open and read it horriedly. { Yhen be. sank back in his chair, and i from his closed eyes large tears slowly “dropped down over Lis sc arred face. The sentence which had so profound. ly moved him was this: brother, loved yog so you are now stopping. * * &* . * * dazzling light across the. marble head- stones, whose solemn rigidity was sof- tened by garlands of flowers. The crowd had gone, Here and there a stray visit or yet warlerod, rending the names cut on the white stones. The solemn, pur ple mountains werg rose flushed by the “DRmme, thn | | major with ominons calmnais, “did youn | * elioked thay | “1 fomirht for a bopoless—a gab. | sha | Remember | MACs: an his mail. Eagerly seizing his letters ho in Hazle Wells on Memorial day. That ‘‘she has left | her fortune to you, fs her husband, your | Hig grave is in | the cometery of tha very town whore | i sung The afternoon sen poured a flood of ! sunset. Up from tho villige came at in- A ea ee. y i semen ber sos % TT & TC — ey Tr - tervals the mafied sound of the marti | music, now rising and swelling, no softly dying away. The colonel slowly and Iaborionsts * picked his way among the graves, st; now snd then to react a name « date. At last he came to a well kept i. closure, and parting the climbing rose vines in, Yes, here was what he sought. A smboth white slab told the world that “Here les Captain Charles | Dennison, 49th Regiment, Pennsylvania Volunteers,”’ with the added verse: On fame’s eternal camping ground Their silent tents are sproad, The poor old colonel was #0 overcome st beholding, after so many years, the ! His mother bail but a moment before i told him that when bve had filled the pail tomb of his favorite officer that, show- ering tbe grave with the costliest Sow- ers he had been able to procure, he bent | his head upon his bapds and sobbed alond. : A sound pear him made him raise his ; : On the other side of the grave stood the major. The two men looked steadfastly at each other for a moment “Colonel,” the major was first to i { speak, ‘what was Captain Charlies Den- nison to you?’ “A beloved . officer, gir,” emotions. “‘Tloved him: like a son, sir. ‘1 only learned this morning that he was buried here’'— Hs broke off, unable further to proceed. “And are theve your flowers?’ the major. The colons anly bowed his head. *‘] thank you, sir,” said the major in his moss stately and winning manner, “for tuis kindly tribute to one of wy family" — “Your family?’ gasped the colonel “Yes, Captain Charles Dennison was my youngest brother, sir.’ The colonel recoiled as if he bad been struck. Bot in an instant, recovering himself, he courtegusly doffed his hat, and estendicg bis long band over the grave said =imply, "will you forgive me, major?’ . And as the sun dipped down behind asked the mountains it sent its last rays across two battered, maimed old heroes going away arm in arm from the grave of Cap- tain Charles Dennison. And the north and the south once mare were rennited. : Eprra Cossioys TUPPER . The Duty of the Living. Our duty “vould be very incompletely | dope if we eontented ourselves by mere | hnsannahs to those who in | { the past have given their lives to aid in | achieving these grand results unless we | further of “their It becomes us, ! the living, to address oursélves with re- | newsd energy and enlarged faithfulness | i to the preservation and perpetuatio n of | he bad fallen in with this raan, whom be | these grand results. —Clinton Lloyd. ly chanting inspiraticm to uis.ation | can catoh some duty from ths econts sablimue self Aigner Remen brances of Roses, tomy falls the rf the nigh? fruent by Garfield, If silence ver golden, 1t must be here best soidiors, wh cant than speech. and poein the mastic of which was : * Sreech at Arlington WEY The Nation Mourns Its Patriots, Whena king is dethroned, the people | rejoice, but when a patriot dies a - Atkinson. Rest On. Rest on. embalmed and sainted dead. Dear was the blood you gave. No impious footsteps here shall tread © The hertage of your grave. tion mourns —Gi. W. | (Copyright. 1568, ty ' painted white ‘and it stood a : the road that winnd through a narrow sail the | colonel, straggling to choke back his { nia | 1y fail | I thought, he susp) | gingham paras i and tethered thy | fine show of chepriuin Lplder in aday oy tw i Marthy and me | we thonght we dn the mil o of these 12,000 | ox {Ives wers more sigma. | whose death was a never | ‘year of the war had induced many of ihe neighborhood's | or FRONT. np Pris Associs It was a tvo tory frame housa, and with green blinds, little ‘way back from FROM ‘| valley between | low hills of second growth timber. was a big bheapily fruited cherry tres | A boy was pqeched apn a ladder | among the brapches, Slling a tin pail | with the ruby fiuit, his fingers fiying as if he were oonjpeting with the birds ; who seemed to | think they had a mors- gage on all the therries in the neighbor- hood. But his lasts bad another cause. three timus he niight go to the postofiice, a mile farther down the valley, and in- quire for the mail. The boy knew his mothar to be quite ax anions as he that the trip shoald be | nfde to the posioffice. For niore than a woek his daily visit after the mail bad been fruitless, snd ho was certain she was warryinz, ia spite of hor usoal air of cheerfulness, for the head of the lit- | tle fainily was us the front, wearing a i blae puifirn afloat of a Lioody 3, and vagoe TRmors wore Singulariy endugh, the mail bad late isd 9 bring newspapers, as well as rs, said it Lyd nos been possilia to wighhors as psual ser had not talked mud nt, Whatever his an cted papers—news that would thire wera no letlers. He to go to the postofive, but he dreaded the visit, too, and this made him citmb down the ladder slowly when at last the pail was filldd for the third time As his fect totjclie! the earth he be ard the rattle of wheels, and looking around he saw Deacon and decent black by the deacon himself, draw near. The deacon’'s @untepance, which was gen- erally smiling ajpd jolly. was very sol emn now, and the face of the deacon’s wife, who sat cn the back scat auder a 5 ier borrow fron the boy and his root) on the math r: bi RET bad ON HIMSELF , was tear stained the deacon slo wh heard 130 ‘Has. your njother from a little gar orn ero The n, © ‘his sald: "Now, thay. Iv a all right: it's dust be all right, I tell das hae ve Know. {orton bo son, just to as The deacon was one of the chief pil- | lars in the church of which the bay's fa- i ther, before g going to the front, had been pastor, and like|all in that neighborhood and similar neighborhoods, the dsacon always spoke |f his minister as '‘the elder.’’ This iainister had been out- spoken in bis patriotism during the first During the second he i little postoffics, In front of the house bastio in Pennsyiva- | r| ting in the center HOWS in the | : aupiain why | was impatient | Nelson's big bay horse | deanocrat wagon, driven | | breathless, { from the elder! i bis | sipce the battle | said to tim i out.’ : | just yet, for « I cut the envelo pe i said: great victory, and { safely to | ar again,’ *1 sald Ik “3 third he bud Himself rd my ar] their captain, with the young men from his own songregation wise bod offered themselvos to their country. JT the Soy was donbrfal aboot bis father's safety befrre the descon spoke, Cerward, It seed to bid young mind ae deacon lyns said bafwreon has gudi. * 5 ‘ ki LJ i tho Bh : kizmad kia moth 2s for the pastes was 8 hot ds¥, } bet he did heat. It i ia ales § if I He ther's dear handwriting, 384d bo | patare was exhansted and he stop and rest under the shadow of a bl : buttohball tree by the side of the n or | When Ie had re za! ned bis breath, be started on again, dat this Smo at 3 more moderate pace, snd as he spe | proached the little general store whers | the postoffice was kept bis et { lagged. Heo was afraid lie would reorive | the same answer that he kad for days 1 “Rothipg today, souny. Tell your mother the papers missed this weal { No, thers is fio Jettar. | swan, there wan" : That was just the dgeereribs bov did { rooeive when at last he ctept Iu store between rows of two tined hs | forks and wooden band rakes, bot © was this addition by they kindly ol | master to the dreaded words 1 ut fold : the story of no mail: i “Tell y I another send anything 2 op" 2, i There was 150 1 ATEN : 5 v psi 5 ay tlagt wih » amd if we bat comes fof you right mr mar. fF T. is aint ov reauiir ey to the for vo rasiroad ram | through the parrow valley, but tha mail i was brought from the conaty saat, J { miles diszant, at intervals by apy ane i who want that way. During tha boy's weary homeward tramp through the dust and noder tise . burning rays of the san le thought only of bow be should teil ais mother thera was still no mail. | half dozen white bairwd farmers, all clad in Sunday biack, standing about the were no young or middie aged men there, for all such in that neightorbood bad gone to the war with their beloved “¥0, THERE 1S XO LETTER” preacher. © As the boy intered the yard one of the men basfily stock a newspa- per, from which he bal bean reading to the others, iuto his pocket | In the little pariar af the white hone {Deacon Nalsor { were S00 a IVER, | the preacher. Th 18 wif , ad ati the front with a boy smother was sit- of a vizelo of kneeling wonien, her coves set sad teariess bus there was a sound of subdoed sobbing from sorus of the others. The deacon was just brzinning a prayer. “Dear Lérd, cur heat enly Father" quaverad the deacon in tender and rev. erent tofies, Then ‘he stopped. What waa that? The boy'a ear was pot the only one that caught the sound of fife and dram, the fifa playing merrily, ‘Rally Round the Flag, Boys, Rally Once Again’ = you know how it sounds, reader—whille the drumsticks were beating cus the time in lively measure. A moment more, And the rattle oF a wagon coming down a stony slope in the road was heard. Then there was a cheer, and the fife and dram changed to “Yankee Doodle. *' Prasently the wagon, in which sat the postmaster himself, the blacksymith, the cooper and the boys who were playing the fife and drum drove noisily ap. The old postnaaster al- mast fell sur of the wagun and stambled ap the path to the done. He wns quite bat he held aloft in his hand | a big yellow envelope os “It's from the eldir, brethren! It's * he gasped. 1 know and the postmark is fypen it, ma'am," he boy's mather, “and read it {ow handwriting, Everybody gathered around ber as she tock the Sieve, a, but it wasn't openod she fainted before vis could It was not kng. “Prar WIFE AXD Sox. Jory-+1 have { been hurt a little and lay on the field all } As | wily got ont of the wagon | horse he asked, with al night, BoE avy do not buat it 1s not serions, aml I shall i have togo ts the hosp be worried. Wa ntal. 50 have won a oar God will keep me the end and bring as all togeth- Priw 1 Ww, PB 4 35 3 the “Let us tho Doxology, 1 whom ail blessings § acon Nelson, while «1... Then they all sing Gioed, fr his with stream Suna | spirit and the apderstnnding alsa When the singing was over, the newspaper that had been hidden fram ti he boy wis brought out. It told of the batile of Get tysbarg, and the name of the alder was in the list of the missing. : The elder did live ti come home again, and cn every Decqpigion day since the establishment of that'beautiful holiday he bas made a talk over the soldiers’ graves in the little cametery back of the church in the valley, of which he is still pastor. : I. D. Massari he was not als. | ran ill had i I ‘and in overy meibphborbood a glowing pelle in its martyred Deroen Taliets shad preserve I wish | | OTS Diet ia the: PPR an he 3. When be reached bmg, he Yound n yard undar the shade of the trees. There | died 18 cur del 0 | there wera several women younger thun | Their hasbands | it] plmrsden, mp eed rest, pa AE Wi of tie goopided sro . Whew! Fok ir ore Bout Nor soptiry's shod adorns. v co. > . © Kage iibat tents of green We dewk with fragrant owen Youm Fo oP pp on o heen: © The eae ora F. Longfellow. <r — 3 <4 Bt : Bo var Bord ale wes Sine be sory me wil bel areal Chose fe and patriotic pa ' 8, imps that they atgbt ro prog sativy end ro | Liviadon el fom * radon! The honored dond! BSE) TIE BP rovbedmaed ihr Taree al aay dalle ~~ ea larid all "op x bie: Tay meme) i pe plans ging prod for Them Bh were porn there. Theme ii 4 be ore long in every viinge their mimes Poa lore shall meeew thelr i goriotings gs tims and the salieling clonent decay tlwn. | And the naticasl festivals shell give muititodes of precios Smee to We ore tor's Hp. olden shall grow ap ander some . mmered imspiraiions whose etder: brothers, dy Pg solily for ther conutry, bf a sene thet bonored anal {splined all who Dore i. Orplas children shall Sed Grmsands of Luthers and met ery bo bow 3A Bel Yee whens dying heroes lef us a byacy 10 the gritisads of the pulidie. : Gh, ted] me not that they av dind, that gen . Lax airy srmy of $rrviei de hemoent They biver se a clond of wi i navasen shove this nation. Are they dead that pt essai loader ; i oo, amd Bmw REiverEE laa gangs? Are they domd thud sur 561% Ave they Gen thn yo suote nhon sedety onl inspire the Pos fe with pelder meatives wad: vip er patrigtiveat . Yo thet momen, kt gladness mingds with your ters. Be was your san. bud. sow be 5 he nation’s Bewvisde your Boas holds befpbt Now jis example naples o tcmsesd Date Bodie | Drodr rotheers aud sisters, be i pow lauiher to every gisierons youth in the land, Befraw be was narrowed appropriated, shut mp fo you. Now be if sugfenied, ait free apd item to all He ao died fron the faaniiy that le might lve to tie sation. Not one nse Shall be forgotten or neglected, and it shall by und by be confuread, ae of an aa cent Baro, (hist be did wore Tor his countey by bis deith than by his whole ithe : — Henry Want: Bawettuer.: They seep 00 calm and stately, bed, LAK 4 Ob, brthers, the dars grow longer, and the nights like & glory shine, rb : And the love of our souls is stronger he my ecnstrr! eas of my ; Ope dead who wn, Ww hoe eagle eye grew dim in the smod of Battie, aud woes brave boarts stopped heating ut the cannon’s mouth! The O my sountry, Beart snd Lf of my Hie samy sid decgliters of America will aot forges. i thee! You, my guuredos buve two Gnmortal i ios. - Sars. Ove yon wil) take with you bejpond the The other will Hye firever in the deeds you Lave done, Us the gorons Sag snd gov ersment yes bale dome vo tach to bopor and presere! lev. H. Stone Richardson. — ——e Soldiers, whe frealy for our country’s Upbold our fag on southern hill snd plain, Long tansy your decds be told in grateful story. Yo have pot ved in vain. Brothers, who fought for more than upty honor That all sur land onited might be free, alyine forevermore s igon our banner that midnight despair © day. : —nobert G. Ingersoll. ee i Yield not to grief the tribute of tear, But ‘neath the forefront of a spacious sky Smile all exultant, ss they smailed st four Who dared to do where doing ment ta die. So best may comrades prove retness brace Jar Ho best be hallnwred earth whers soldiers He ~Frapcis Boward Willlmms. Bring Sowers to ytrew agnim With fragmmnt purple rain Of lilacs and f roses whith amd red The diwreilings « of cir deal our glorious dead. Lat the bells ving a soiemn funeral chime : And wild war masio ng nnew the time When they who wloep Denvath : Ware full of vigorous breath And in their Inaty manhood sallied forth, Holding in strong right lara - The fortunes of the land, The pride and powar and ssfisty of he — ~ Henry Peterson. Sampras 5 Btrew the fair guriahds where slninber the 5 hom, Rim out the strains like the swell of the sa. Heartfeit the tribute we lay on each bed. Rowand o'er the brave the refrain of the free, ‘Sound the refrain of the Joyal and free, Visit each sleeper and hallow each bed, Wave the starred banner fIuimn seacoast 50 sen. Grabeful "Be ving and huineed fie Gut -veinal ¥- Sth.
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