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D · .. , . . .. •.AY STREW frosh Dowen upon your graves. Whero mourncl'!l yet thui.J vlillskeep. Thongh o'er the monncU tho star fiag waves For wbioh yon fougbl who lowly sl~ep. When atllJ tho I>J'lll!l tbnt ;yon entwined, .And thooo borel!ved bavojoiJledyou.-tlJ.ronk, Yei; In a Il!>li~n 'a heart enshrined Your deeds !ha.ll garnish tale =d srng. Gl'OOJI atllJ )\<>ttr gravoo as years march on. !The p~triD-\t's fume kltowa not dealiu.:~. ott'b.eade $ba.t tell o.t :MIU'I\thon 'l'ha· nmnnm.thino wrco.th.<J still twin{}. Sloop, wWJo cnu- coll.lltry'a grntoful tears Bedew yollZ' quiol plnoo of .... t. HeDcetorth tllrough Dll tho oom!ng )'<lllol'll To flooodi>Ju and tq country blest. DeOO. now ·~e rancor once eo rite, .And 110uth to north Ia \\ a brother, .And lllill\\' de- !bat mnrkad tbo atrite . , '1'¥1 l!l'Wl III, oomtnon w.lth each otil.or. _.,... '£hoa6 who foY.~Qm a.nd thollag : \'Lilli! dmm tlleJr uvea Without repining, lililab:rlnod with tboao wl>o did not log Wilen 8,tar a! ooupwmd wns docliDU!~. 'Wilo WOuld not d!uo to share yonr fn- !'ho soltllor'e death. the potrlot\a grovo- Ia 'll'orthy at a (!:cmnan'B' hMe .And o~ nt to bti a. sl\f~. on the nartbem 13ide, !'II(! the m!llor ,bad fought !ll<e a. tiger on theside ofthe lost cause. · . ··. But now tl:la chords of memory were strailgely stirred. Up through the dark fir trees guarding the oen1eterY there suddenly rol1~d the, strain of an old arm! song, s-tirring in its mea.sure, pa- thetic in its :melody: · · t \Oh WfO.IJ the ftag around me. boys; To die were far more sweet7 With treodom•B boomer o'er me. boys. To be lUY winding sheet.'' < {).'he colonel gently beat time on tho. ra.iU:rig with .his long, lelill hand. His eyes grew retrospective. \Huw it all comas baokl\ be murmured half alend. \1 can see tb<l watohfirea, the long rows of texits gliste~ing in the moonligbt 1 the squad~ona wheeling dowu the hill, the artillery mussing in the vllley, the sig- nal rooketa pieroing the sky. I can bear the bngle\- l{s 'broke <>ff suddenly. The mator had risen an<l was facing him, his dark eyes blazing, hi• f•ce white lllld drawn. \Don't bring it up, oolonel,\ he said hoarsely. \l onn't tell yon how it makes me feeL Do you snppose that I, too, do not go b11ck to those days, to all I snf · tared then nn<l since? I have repressed my emotions for yeaxs. But the volcano Is here,'' toucb!ng bis breast. \I do not \Visb it to brMk forth. '' \It's 11 groat !don, \ replied tho colo- nel testily, \i:f I cannot speak of a night scene in tbel~tll war without your fetch- ing me up so round-ly. I did not dream you had eo bad a temper, sir. \ \Mytempor !a as even' as YOll:rS, sir,'' retorted themajor, .. ''but can't yon see it Is bard enongb for me to witness these soones todi:\Y without haviDg the whole ghllijtly p.11norama again ubfolded before me by your'th<>ughtlessnese, sir?\ Tpe ogJonol ~ost his ~end. \Damme he orfed, ''yotJ. rebels never like to hoar anything for yqnr good I'' \l yot:ar pardon, sir,\ said the - ··•-·· _, .... auinons onlmn!!Ss, \did yon thnt terDJ to me?\ did .. \I am· not a ·rebel, sir, '•\-choked the major. \I fought for 11 hopeless-a snb- l!ine-onuse. Ilnt now I support the ·· tlag yon fought nuder. ~omomber After this, of course, we will not rirt',t.'J.l.'·f1111'V..a tb~ bonlll\ of eno!J. other'anoqllllil\~ In tbeiigameto loOk at pretty ........ 1~\\''\ walkiiig by, dressed In white, theiL\ tiny irn:ls 1!Ued with wrcnl:hs and lfouqnats, ·01' 11t. the W1580DB rolling iD fro1n tho ~ . country ladeD w:llb men and wo:men, hll5tllPilu! w attend the services wbloh were to be lleld ill the quiet village 1 J!rilveyard on tho hill yonder, where ~ .. lnllllY dead heoes slept. · . It was nn ideal Memorial day. The l!ky was olea:r as crystal and blce IYI L._f'llappbiras. Here and theroftwas loving: , 1 Iy kimtod by soft, Beeoy clouds. Birds ..,ere pouring forlil showers of nmJody m·~Ei tre!¥1, SBJ'i:n theiryODIIgstmog IJr!. . 'The little town at tho foot of the - JDOlllltalns, lYing-. pur~ in tho sott-. 111Vimmil:Jg st1Ellglll, had 'taken ()11 ac air of\11'1most ::I.Yomrlinlvlty. '!'he ohee:rlnl • Y'oiill!'i;·-:-tli~· llo,wsrs; tb'!) white <fre!ises, J~· a ti\iSif n'hil bunting llOlllip. ired to r~- the scene one DlGre like--a fete t!Jan a 5membranoe. Only the ·solemn roil of .~e drums ·at II olstanoe reminded -the two old warriora'l(J()k!hg oti ali- the pag- . ~I; wbail the day memt. · • The colonel rooo and willed to the • .~a: of the pinl!l!~ and lemiuQ' ngainstt:l_ne ~of: the pillars :etOOd there'ifi thongbtfnl -~ence. The col011el .limped a little \When ·Jm wiiUtea. Ha had c'anled a lml· ! lei'fn:bls tqigb since Glttysbll!g, · : ·tT.Ii.a,tl!!ijor, ~ruing: ill ~is obnir,~e~ ~flt'4.ed-Jlill- trielld. ~Hgbt; l'ltrffing ¥ .,411~- THR COLOl\l!L SOBBED ALOUD . Blloe, \ o.nd wltll a haughty bow the major walked Ia to the hotel. _ The colonel !bumped hia oane on the 11oor of the piazza. His fnoe flushed. ''Devilish hot beaded sonthernur, \ be said, \RDd yoi; a oharmiDg f.ellow. What a. oompniJ'ion he has been to mel What a game of GI'Ibblige he played! Anil now to go 11Dd spoil everything. Dear, dear1 it's too bad. Bow I shall tniss him!\' .As the colonel rue.full.y contemplated the future 11 boy approanlled him with hla mail. E11gsrly sllizing his letters be sat down to read them and to forget the un:plea!!aDt episode as quicklY as pos- sible. . One of his !~tiers was from an old nrmy friend, a man with whom he bad kept up 8J1 aaqnllintanae born in fir& and limO~ A:l!entWlCa in the lett-er ran W! fOlloWs: \Curious thing yon should bei ill Hazle Wells oDI Meloorlal dny. That Wtl8 Dennison's wife's home, and I am mre be <is·l:iuried in the cemetery therlk You must throw a flower on his tirave col;~l -~~;~~--~e letter. In 1 amazement. Demrlson I Out of the past 1 there ioso 11 beanti:fill 11gnre, with fen!-- , llisii e,yes, resolute lip!!, soft, fair hair, gay, good hnmorad, BDJiJlng face abd reokl!lils, audaaious: Air. What a tare fel- .low Ae· wa~ I DonnisQn, who teared nat- . ' \ . \. ' ./ • ( I . c;A :; They: sleep so calm and stately, l!lOOh Ill his graveyard bed, Ivlio!Ltcaty seen~~ tl!at ln.tol)' :).'hey trod tl!e.fields blood red '\Vitl! fearless t~ ;-<, ' . . • I\ From the I Front. It was a iwo story frame bouse, painted white twd with green. blind&, and It stood a liltle ~ay back from the road that wound through a narrow valley betWeen low bills of second growth timber. Io front ot the hous\ was a big, _)!eavily frni ted cherry trel'l. .A boy was perched upon a laddet amoDg the branoh~s. Jllling a tin pai; wifli.the ruby fruit, his fingers flying as if be were competing with the birds, wb.o seemed to think tb<ly bad a mort• gage on all the oberries in the neighbor· hood. Bul; his h!lsja had another cause. \No THEilE rs :ro :LE'l:TE:R. ·~ His mother hod but a moment before No, ihere is no\ letter. told him that when he ba<IJI!led the pail there was.\· three times he might go to the postoffiae, T!Jnt was jmt th(> a mile farther down the valley, and In· receive whctt nt last quire for the mail. store between rows The boy knew his mother to be qUite forksJUJd wooden halld liS llllxions as .he that the trip should he was this !lddi ti9ljl by made to the postoffica. F()r more than a mllStor to th.{ Mdcd weak: his daily visit after the mall . had the story of no mail: been fruitless, ll!ld ae:was certain she \Tsll your mother tbllb was worrying, in spite of her usual air ao<1tbor mall today, and If of oheerfnlnesB, for the head of the lit-. I send anything that aomes for· tte family was at the front, wearing a 1 np. • • .. ..bfue unifornl, and va.gua rumors were j Thora was no reg11lnr atlont of a bloody battle In Pennsylva- · little postoffic~. for no nia. I through the nalTOW ~• '\'\' ·••\\'' Si11golarly enough, the Zllail bad l11te- I was brought from the ly fp.iled to bring newspapers, \s well as miles distant, nt inton'ols letters, nnd it had not been posaible to ' who WeD I that way: borrow from the naighbors as usuaL The I ))urlDg the boy's weary boY. md his mother bad not talked muoh tramp through the dnst on the matter; but, whatever his mother : burning rays of the snn nQ.WqUJS!J.l thought, he snspeoted bad news In the of how be ~hould tell his ... ,,_'lf<' papers--news that would explain why 1 WIIB sllll no mall. . there were DO letters. Be was i__mpatien~ 1- . Whlll:l. .he reached homo, to go· .to the postoffioe, !rut be ¢t!taded hnlf dozm1 white haired · the visit, too, !Uld this mado hirq climb ' olnd in Sumlny blaok, slamairll~~ down the· !.udder slowly when at last ; yard under the shade the pail wns filled for the third time. ! were no young or .All his feat touched tbeenrtb h? heard •thore, ror all snob in the rattle of wheP!s, IUld looking around had gone to the war wllli be saw Deacon Nelson's big bay bol'!le I ahor. .Aa tho boy ontOroo' lllld decent blnok democrat wagon, riliven pna t •'- b- .... •y ..._A,_ - if dr Th one o ...,e men \\''-' \\\\\' by the deooon hlD'l81l , ~w near. e ' fro b' h h b-·• , t ,_, h as gen , per, m w tn e .... deaoon s .oo= enance, wu...oo w • , th otb&rs into his pooket, erally B!Drllng ·and joUy, was vary so~- I ~ th little tb'& 8lllii now, lllld the face of the denc011 • a e l\life who .ua.t on the ~clc seat under a there ~ .. ~&!:!! (_ ' ) \II' • \ \ .·-- '
