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A steady paying job VV UI J\. I .With largest house in the west, 20 years established. With our fa­ cilities we can make a good salesman in two weeks from raw material. Nursery stock that is warranted to grow. 25 be»t varietiea »eed potatoes in the world, etc. If you want money write, stating age. • V' • \ ' • \\ L L. MAY & CO. St. Paul, Minn* NuraeryTiien, Floiiets and Seedsmen. \ (TLUB house.is responsible) E STREW fresh flowers upon your graves, •• • Where mourners yet their vigils keep, Though o'er the mounds the star flag waves For which you fought who lowly sleep. When still the arms that you entwined, And those bereaved have joined your throng, Yet in a nation's heart enshrined Your deeds shall garnish tale aud song. Green still your graves as years march on. The patriot's fame knows not decline. On heads that fell at Marathon The amaranthine wreaths still twine. Sleep, while our country's grateful tears Bedew your quiet place of rest, Henceforth through all the coming years To freedom and to country blest. Dead now the rancor once so rife, And south to north is as a brother, And gallant deeds that marked the strife They prize in common with each other. Those who for freedom and-the flag Laid down their liVes without repining, Enshrined with those who did not lag When star of southland was declining. Who would not dare to share your fate-- The soldier's death, the patriot's grave-- Is worthy of a freeman's hato And only fit to be a slave. COLONEL AND MAJOR. [Cog&'riglj^ 1895, by American Press Associa­ tion. J Tho colonel and the major sat on tho hotel piazza playing cribbago. Tho soft, balmy spring breeze now and then boro to their hearing the bla­ tant fanfare of trumpets or the roll of drums. Everywhere their eyes were sa- lutedrby tho fluttering folds of the stars and stripes. Occasionally they stopped in their game to look at pretty little girls walking by, dressed in white, their tiny arms filled with wroatlis and bouquets, or at tho wagons rolling in from the country laden with men and women, hastening to attend tho services which were to be held in the quiet village graveyard on tho hill yonder, where many dead heroes slept. It was an ideal Memorial day. The sky was clear as crystal and blue as sapphires. Hero and there it was loving­ ly kissed by soft, fleecy clouds. Birds were pouring forth showers of melody from tho trees, gay in their young spring livery. Tho little town at the foot of the mountains, lying purple in the soft, swimming sunlight, had taken on an air of almost joyous festivity. The cheerful voices, the flowers, the white dresses, the flags and bunting conspired to ren­ der the scenoone more liko a fete than a remembrance. Only the solemn roll of tho drums at a distance reminded the two old warriors looking on at tho pag­ eant what tho day meant. The colonel rose and walked to the ond of the piazza and leaning against one of tho pillars stood there in thoughtful silence. Tho colonel limped a little when he walked. He had carried a bul­ let in his thigh since Gettysburg. Tho major, turning in his chair, re­ garded his friend. The light, striking his fine old face, showed the ragged scar of a saber cut ho got at Fredericks­ burg. The two maimed old follows had not known each other long. Both bad drifted to this little mountain resort to drink the waters, famous for their medic­ inal properties. They had mot in tho hotel, struck up a friendship, walked, talked and played cribbage together. Though both had fought in the civil war, "thoy tacitly tabooed the subject, for the colonel had fought like a devil on tho northern side, and tho major had fought like a tiger on tho sido of tho lost causa But now the chords of memory were strangely stirred. Up through tho dark fir trees guarding tho cemetery there squadrons wheeling down the hill, the artillery massing in the valley, the sig­ nal rockets piercing the sky. I can, hear the bugle'.'~ 1 • He broke off suddenly. Tho majorv bad risen and was facing bim, his dark eyes blazing, his face white and drawn. "Don't bring it up, colonel," he said hoarsely. "I can't tell you how itmakes me feel. Do you suppose that I, too, do not go back to those days, to all I suf­ fered then and since? I have repressed my emotions for years. But the volcano is here," touching his breast. "I do not wish it, to break forth." •'It's a great idea," replied tho colo­ nel testily, "if I cannot speak of a night scene in the late war without your fetch­ ing mo up so roundly, i did not dream you had so bad a temper, sir. "My temper is as even as yours, sir,'! retorted the major, "but can't you see it is hard enough for me to witness these ecenes today without having the whole ghastly panorama again unfolded before me by your thoughtlessness, sir?" Thecolonel lost his head* "Damme," he cried, ' 'you rebels never liko to hear anything for your good I" "I beg your pardon, sir," said the major with ominous calmness, "did yon apply that term to me?" "I did." "I am not a rebel, sir," choked the major. "I fought for a hopeless--a sub­ lime--cause. But now I support the same flag you fought under. Remember that! After this, of course, wo will not have tho honor of each other's acquaint­ ance," and with a haughty bow the major walked into tho hotel. Tho colonol thumped his cano on the floor of tho piazza. His faco flushed. "Devilish hot headed southerner," he said, ."and yet a charming fellow. What a companion ho has beon to me I What a game of cribbage ho played! And now to go and spoil everything. Dear, dear; it's too bad. How I shall miss him I" As tho coloiiel ruefully contemplated tho future a boy approached him with his mail. Eagerly seizing his letters he sat down to read them and to forgot the unploasant episode as quickly as pos­ sible. Qno of his letters was from an old army friend, a man with whom ho had kopt up an acquaintance born in fire and smoke. A sentence in thg letter ran as follows: "Curious thing you should bo in Hazlo Wolls on Memorial day. That was Dennison's wife's home, and I am sure ho is buried in the cemetery there. You must throw a flower ou his grave for mo." % t The colonel dropped tho letter in amazement. Dennison! Out of tho past there rose a beautiful figure, with fear­ less eyes, resolute lips, soft, fair hair, gay, good humored, smiling faco and reckless, audacious ai^JWhat a rare fel­ low he was! Dennison, who feared nei- "I AM IjTOT A REBEL, SIR!" suddenly rolled tho strain of an old army song, stirring in its measure, pa­ thetic in its melody: ^ "Oh, wrap tlje flag,around me, boys; To die were far nrore sweet, -- With freedom's banner o'er me, boys, To be my winding sileet." The colonel gently beat time on the railing^with his long, lean hand. His eyes greWj retrospective. "How it all comes back!" he murmured half aloud. "1 can see the watchfires, the long rows of tents glistening in the moonlight, the THE COLONEL SOBBED ALOUD. ther man nor devil, who led wherever hope was most forlorn, who was always where tho fight was hottest, who fell at last, a jest on his lips, struck to the heart by a southern bullet. A southern­ er, too, by birth aud education, but who broke away from tradition and environ­ ment and drew his sword in defense of his country's flag. "I remember, now, his wife was a northern girl. Dennison used to talk of his home up in the Alleghanies. And it was here? And his grave is over there?" The colonel strained his eyes toward the graveyard. "Just as^feoon as tho crowd gets away I will go over and find it and put a few flowers on it. Bravo boy, brave follow. I am so glad Tom wrote me." 1 Meantime the ?.major had passed through a whirlwind of passion and sorrow alono in his room. What right had this insolent, triumphant northern­ er to stir him so? Why disturb those depths in his bruised, aching old heart? Over and over the southerner lived the past,.With its dreams of glory, its futile struggles, its cruel disappointments. Again he saw the idol of his boyish dreams, as, vanquished, beaten, but still heroic, he handed his conquered sword to the victor. Again he saw his home de­ stroyed, himself poor, forced to accept a menial position, drifting about, a bat­ tered old wreck on the sea of life, until he had fallen in with this man, whom he had honestly liked and who had need­ lessly hurt him and opened the old wounds afreslK A knock arthe door, and the major's mail was handed him. As he looked it over he saw a letter, directed in the well known writing of his lawjipr in Atlanta. Ho broke it open and read it hurriedly. Then he sank back in his chair, and frcmf]iis~cTosedeyes-larget©ars-&lowly" dropped down over his scarred face. The sentence which had so profound­ ly moved him was this: "She has left her fortune to you, as her husband, your brother, loved you so. His grave is in tho cemetery of the very town where you are now stopping." The afternoon sun poured a flood of dazzling light across the marble head­ stones, whoso solemn rigidity was sof­ tened by garlands of flowers. The crowd had gone. Here and there a stray; visit­ or yet wandered, reading the names cut on the white stones. The solemn, pur­ ple mountains were rose flushed by, the sunset. Up from the village came aria-^r^ tervals the muflled sound of the martial music, now rising and swolliug, now softly dying away. Tho colonel slowly ant laboriously picked his way among tho graves, «top- ping now and then to read a name or date. At last he camo to a woll kopt in- closure, and parting tho climbing roso vinos passed in. Yes, here was what he sought. A sifloot.h white slab told tho world that "Hero lies Captain Charles Dennison, 49th Regiment, Pennsylvania Volunteers," with the added verse: On fame's,eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread, And glory guards with ceaseless round The bivouac of tho dead. The poor old colonel was so overcome at beholding, after ,.so many years, the tomb of his favorito officer that, show­ ering tho grave with tho costliest flow­ ers he had been ablo to procuro, ho bent his head upon his hands and sobbed aloud. A sound near him made him raise his head. On tho other side of tho grave stood tho major. j ^ Tho two men looked steadfastly at each other for a moment. "Colonel," tho major was first to spoak, "what was Captain Charles Dem nison to you?" "A beloved officer, sir,," said the colonel, struggling to choke back his emotions. "I loved him like a son, sir. I only learned this morning that ho was buried here"-- Ho broke off, unable further to proceed. "And are these your flowers?" asked tho major. Tho colonel only bowed his head. "I thank you, sir, " said the major in his most stately and winning manner, "for this kindly tribute to one of my family"-- "Your family?" gasped the colonel. "Yes, Captain Charles Dennison was my youngest brother, sir." Tho colonol recoiled as if he had been struck. But in an instant, recovering himself, ho courtepusly doffed his hat, and extending his long hand over the grave said simply, "Will you forgive me, major?" And as tho sun dipped down behind the mountains it sent its last rays across two battered, maimed old heroes going away arm in arm from tho grave of Cap­ tain Charles Dennison. And the north and the south once more were reunited. EDITH SESSIONS TUPPEB. FROM THE FRONT. The Duty of tho Living. Our duty would bo very incompletely done if wo contented ourselves by mere­ ly chanting hosannahs to those who in the past have given their lives to aid in achieving these grand results unless we can catoh some inspiration to further duty from the contemplation of their sublime self sacrifice. It becomes us, the living, to address owselves with re­ newed energy an4 enla^jfc^ faitlil<luess to the preservation »nd?pofpetuation of these grand results.--Clinton Lloyd. crimson's Remembrances of Hoses. When slowly falls the curtain of tho night And none is here except the silent dead; When pales the western sky in dying light And ashen grayness eome stead, Then will we know each buried hero tranquil­ ly reposes ^ • Midst memories of music and remembrances of roses. „ --E. M. Taber. A Sentimeht~1jy-«arfieTd. If silence be ever golden, it mustbe' here beside the graves of these 13,(000 soldiers, whose lives were more sigiHfii cant than speech and whose death was a poem the music of which was never sung.--Speech at Arlington. The Nation Mtrurns Its Patriots. When a king is dethroned, the people rejoice, but/Nyhen a patriot but when tion mourns.--G. a patriot dies a na- W. Atkinson. , \. v , Rest On. Best on, embalmed and sainted dead. D§ar was the blood you gave. No impious footsteps here shall tread The herbage of your grave. [Copj'rigHfc 1895, by American #ress Associa­ tion.] It was a two story frame house, painted white and with green blinds, and it stood a little way back from the road that wound through a narrow valley between low hills of second growth timber. In front of the house was a big, heavily fruited cherry tree. A boy was perched upon a ladder among the branches, filling a tin pail with tho ruby fruit, his fingers flying as if ho wero competing with the birds, who seemed to think they had a mort­ gage on all the cherries in the neighbor­ hood. But his haste had another cause. His mother had but a moment before told him that when ho had filled the pail three times ho mightgotothepostofiice, a mile farther down the valley, and in­ quire for tho mail. The boy know his mother to be quite as anxious as lie that the trip should be mado to tho postoffice. For more than a week his daily visit after the mail had been fruitless, and ho Was certain she was worrying, in spite of her usual air of cheerfulness, for tho head of tho lit­ tle family was at tho front, wearing a blue uniform, and vaguo rumors were afloat of a liloody battle in Pennsylva­ nia. Singularly enough, tho mail had late­ ly failed to bring newspapers, as well as letters, and it had not beon possible to borrow from tho neighbors as usual. The boy and his mother had not talked much on tho matter; but, whatever his mother thought, ho suspected bad news in the papers--news that would explain why there were no letters. Ho was impatient to go to tho postoffice, but he dreaded the visit, too, and this mado him climb down the ladder slowly when at last the pail \Vas filled for the third time. As his feet touched tho earth he beard the rattle of wheels, and looking around ho saw Deacon Nelson's big bay horse and decent black democrat wagon, driven by tlio deacon himself, draw near. The deacon's countenance, which was gen­ erally smiling and jolly, was very sol­ emn now, and the face of the „deacon's wife, who sat on the back seat under a DRIVEN BY THE DEACON HIMSELF. gingham parasol, was tear stained. As the deacon slowly got out of the wagon and tethered the horse he asked, with a fine show of cheerfulness: "Has your mother heard from the elder in a day or two, John? No? Well, ablebodied men to enlist Early in the third he had-himself marched away as their captain, with the young men from his own congregation who had offered themselves to their country. If the boy " was doubtful about his father's safety before the deacon spoke, he was-not aft­ erward. It seemed to his young mind aa if the deacon has said between his audi­ ble words: "The elder is killed, boy! Do you hear? Killed!" Johii hurried into the house wfj5h his pail of cherries, kissed his mother and started on a run for the postoffice.; It was a hot day, but he did not mind the heat. It is doubtful if bo knew it was hot. He thought ohly of the bare possi­ bility that he might get a letter address­ ed, to his mother or himself in his fa­ ther's dear handwriting, and he ran till nature was exhausted and he had to stop and rest under the shadow of a big buttonball tree by the side of • the road. When lie had regained, his breath, he started on again, but this time at a more moderate pace, and »as he ap­ proached the little general store where the postoffice was kept his footsteps lagged. He was afraid he would receive the same answer that he had for days.-- "Nothing today, sonny. Tell your mother tho papers missed this week. No, there is no letter. I swan, I wish there was." That was just the answer the boy did receive when at last he crept into the store between rows of two tined hay­ forks and wooden hand rakes, bat there was this addition by the kindly old'post- master to the dreaded words that told the story of no mail: / "Tell your mother that we may get auother mail today, ataa if we do we'll send anything that combs for you right up." . - There was no regular service to the little postoffice, foil no railroad ran through the n»rrow galley, but the mail was brought from the county seat, 11 miles distant, at inlervals by any one who went that way.v J _ During the boy's (wea^y homeward tramp through the dda-frland under the buruing rayt «f the smibethought only of how he HMuld tell his mother there was still no mail. When ho reached home, b« found a half dozen white haired farmers, all clad in Sunday black, standing sibout the yard under tho shade of the trees. There were no young or middle aged men there, for all such in that neighborhood had gone to the war with their beloved Marthy and me was iust drivinn hY.-and -gr ,jft>CtiK(ught we'd make a little visit, you see, just to ask how your corn crop was getting on, you know." Then, to his wife in an undertone, he said: "Now, bo careful, Marthy. It's all right; it's ail right. It must be all rigk$, I tell you," The deacon was^ne of "Tbfee*dliief pil­ lars in the church of whicly the boy's fa­ ther, before going to the front, had been pastor, and, like all in that neighborhood and similar neighborhoods, the deacon always spoke/of his minister as "the elder." Thi/jminister llad been out­ spoken in his patriotism during the first year of the war. Airing the second be had induced many of the neighborhood's "NO, THERE IS NO LETTER." preacher. As the boy entered the'yard one of the men hastily stuck a newspa­ per, from which ho had been reading to the others, into his pocket. In the little parlor of the white house there wereaseveral women younger than Deacon-Nelson's wife. Their husbands were soldiers, too, and at the front with the preacher. The boy's mother was sit­ ting in the center of a circle of kneeling women, hor eyes set and tearless, but there was a sound of subdued sobbing from some of the others; The deacon was just beginning a prayer. "Doar Lord, our heavenly Father," quavered the deacon in tender and rev­ erent tones. Then he stopped. What was that? The boy's ear was not the only one that caught the sound of fife and drum, tho fife playing merrily, "Rally Round the Flag, Boys, Rally Once Again"-- you know how it sounds, reader--while the drumsticks were beating out 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 aind drum changed to "Yankee Doodle." Presently the wagon,, in which sat the postmaster himself, the blacksmith, the cooper and the boys who were playing the fife and drum drove noisily up. The old postmaster al­ most fell out of the wagon and stumbled up tho path to the door. He was quite breathless, but be held aloft ih his hand a big yellow envelope. "It's from the elder, brethren 1 It's from the elder!" he gasped. "I know his handwriting, and the postmark is since the battle. Open it, ma'am," he said to the bty's mother, "and read it out." Everybody gathered aromndJhee as she took the missive, but it wasn'8 opened just yet, for she fainted before she could cut the envelopa It was not long. It said: |£||| ' 'DEAR WIFE AND SON JOHN--I have been hurt a little and lay on the field all night, but it is not serious, and I shall not even have to go to the hospital. So do not be worried. We have won a great victory, and our God will keep me safely to the end and bring us all togeth- -againT , "Let us sing the Doxology, Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,' " said Deacon Nelson, whiie bis eyes streamed. Then' they all sang with the? spirit and the understanding also. When the singing was over, the newspaper that had been hidden from the boy was brought out. It told of the batcleof Get­ tysburg, and the name of the elder wa$ in the list of she missihg. The elder did live to come home again,; and ou every Decoration day since th« establishment of that beautiful holiday* he has made a talk over tho soldiers* graves in the little cemetery back of church in the Talley» of which ho is s pastor. L D. Mabsuau* VOL. 20. M'HENRY, ILLINOIS, WEDNESDAY, MAY 29, 1895.