Pike County Democrat, Volume 30, Number 3, Petersburg, Pike County, 26 May 1899 — Page 7

THE shrill loud notes of the bugle Ring out in their music clear, We fall into ranks and we answer To our names on the roll call: “Here!” Cut each year rre our numbers fewer, And still as the years go by There are fewer and fewer to honor The graves where our comrades lie. Yet the blue May skies bend above us. The flowers our full hands bear. In wreath and in cross and in cluster. Their same fresh spring beauty wear. 'Time brings to them never such changes As fall on each comrade’s head Ere he lays down his burden and hastens To join the ranks of the dead. The' tender and clinging green grasses Have decked all the soldiers’ graves. And the flag we fought for as guidon In its starry gemmed glory waves. They have given their life for its honor. And therefore we come to-day To bring them, in tender remembrance. The laurel, the palm and the bay. •One by one shall our ranks be lessened. One hy one will our comrades pass As they join the great silent army In its bivouac 'neath the grass. ■•Til at last shall we all be lying , In a dreamless and calm repose. Beneath the summer’s sweet sunshine Or the shroud of the winter’s snows. But the tears-of Nature above us, In showers or in falling dew. And the songs of the birds around us Shall come with their tribute true. In the heart of the great earth mother Kept so close to her tender breast. Tilt the last great reveille wakes us We shall lie in our quiet rest. But until the last summons calls us We will march, at thebugle’snote, To the lowly mounds where our banners In a solemn remembrance float. There we pause for a moment in sorrow, As each year, when this day draws nigh. We come with our hands full of flowers lo the graves where our comrades He. -—Mary N. Robinson, in Good Housekeeping.

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U SIN ESS had brought him to his native town in the sunny south. He was in haste that

Ills mission should be concluded, so that he might get away from the quiet, sleepy village. The very beauty of its fragrant spring dress saddened him. In a timid, hesitating way he had made a few inquiries for old friends, but the answer was ever the same. War had scattered most of the old families. Those alone remained who slept in the peaceful cemetery in the dip which formed a vale at the bend in the river. “And the. Ralstons?” . All were gone. Of the impetuous, high-spirited family, only Miss Erma was still alive. The Ralston boys— four of them—lay in soldiers’ graves .beside their gallant father. Mrs. Ralston had seen her brave boys brought home dead one by one. llut she gave them for her country’s sake, gladly, but her heart was slowly breaking. She did not long survive her husband. “Did Miss Erma still live at Ironwood?” Ao. The old plantation was desolate and Miss Ralston lived in a little white cottage down the road, the one almost smothered in jasmine and roses. The gentleman t'ook his cane and -with a brisk step which told of some young blood still flowing iin his veins started down the street in the warm spring sunshine. The square shoulders, erect head and firm tread all bespoke the soldier.

As he came in sight of Miss Erma's house his steady walk became jerky and finally settled into an uncertain amble. For the fraction of a sec- . ond he paused at her gate, then beat a hasty and confused retreat. Completely out of breath he drew up beside the high arched gate which opened upon the soldiers’ last tenting ground. “By Jove! It’s no use. I couldn’t face her,” and the old man mopped his brow. “Whjwl how her eyes did blaze! Facing a cannon is play to standing the fire of Erma’s angry eyes.” He leaned against the post. The 'light died out of his face and he thought of that long-away time when he and Erma had been lovers. And then came the war. How quickly had followed that awful day when he went to say -farewell and she would not look at him because he wore the hated blue. He tried to argue, tried to persuade, but she would not listen. She was a southern girl—Col. Ralston’s daughter. If he fought the . .south, he fought her and was her deadly foe. Was it not cruel enough that the dreadful war should deprive her of her lover, without calling him to fight against instead of for her? How clearly he could see her as she .stood then on the low, wide steps, a slim, girlish figure clad in clinging -white. Her cheeks were flushed and her mouth tremulous, but the chin was firmly set. All through the war he had •carried in his heart the memory of her as she stood in the sunshine, framed fty the stately pillars of the gallery; while he, with despair in his heart, but a -dogged determination in his eyes, turned, when half way down the broad avenue of live oaks, and, lifting his union cap, murmured: “God. keep my southern sweetheart!” How often he recalled her wanda Be

ooffid almost he »r them now: “Go. You are a traitor.. I never want to see your face again.** The old man shook his head sorrow* fully. No, she would never forgive him, not even now, after all these years. Well, he woult go back north on the morrow, so whi t matter? He and the lialston boys had been college studen s together. He would pay a visit to their last resting place. He opened the { ate and slowly made his way among the flower-covered mounds. When he reac ted the Ralston list he looked about him sorrowfully. He felt sadly desolate. He alone was left of all those merry, laughing fellows. Presently his eye wandered to a grave ^somewhat a pa t from the rest. The scarcity of its (lowers drew his attention, to it. H» wandered idly toward it, thinking; “Some poor, friendless chap.” He started and .then dropped upon his knees in his eagerness to read the simple inscription on the headstone. It ran: : “MERRILL FREMONT." : : "Born 1838. Killed at Gettysburg, 1863.“ : i.J... ......• rWhy, that’s, my name!” and the old man looked alout him in a dazed manner, as though for a moment he doubted his identity. “Yes, my name is Merrifl Freihont, and I was be n t in *38, but though I was wounded I did not die at Gettysburg. A j union soldier in a confederate graveyard. Ah, thut accounted for the lack of memoriall flowery,” and he smiled grimly. “But I’m not dead,” and he thumped his c ane vigorously upoa the j gravel path. He leaned hi s hands on his stick and stood gazing intently at his own name. “It isn’t me—but it is some union soldier buried for me, and he shall have some flowers. Yes, I’ll decorate my own grave,” and with a chuckle Merrill Fremont started briskly down the path. As he neared the gate it opened, and a tall, slender: figure clad in black entered, followed by an old negro fairly staggering under the weight of mag

nona blossoms Something familiar in the two figures made Fremont pause. But they did not notice him. The lady turned up a side path and walked quickly toward the end of the grounds Merrill had just quitted, followed more slowly by the old serving man. Merrill faced about and watched them. He was certain now that the woman was Erma. He expected her to enter the Ralston lot. but she only paused, waved her hand toward the flower-hidden graves, said something

stood silent for some moments, end then held out her hand as she softly •aid: “ 'We banish our anger forever , When we laurel the graves of our dead.* ** —Gilbert© Holt, in Detroit Free Press. DECORATION DAT. „ It k a Day Dedicated te the Brava . [ Dead and Should Da Held Soared. * Among the many national holidays, there it none which so tenderly affects the heart of the "thoughtful as Decoration day. The day when rich and poor alike go to the silent resting-place of the loved and lost, to lay with reverent hands flowers upon the graves of their dead. The day when a grateful people go to decorate with the sweet offerings of fragrant springtime blossoms the graves of those who felt in battle, and to speak in hushed and saddened tones of those troublous times when every heart was sorrowing, and every eye was wet with tears for the dissension which had rent our beautiful and beloved land in twain. * Decoration day ! The very name calls up such sweet and tender memories! How the flowers are tended and'cherished through the long, cold days of winter that they may be at their best and brightest for Decoration day! And the costliest offerings are not too good to lay upon the graves of those we have lost, but whose memories still live in our hearts. How those among us who are far enough down in the afternoon of life remember the time when war's dread notes disturbed the peace and tranquillity of the land! How we remember the anguish of suspense after a battle had teen fought, until the awful list of “killed and missing” had been made out! And then—? Ah, God had need to te merciful to those who read Ihe names of their loved ones in the terrible list!

liow from the pine-clad hills of Maine to the palmetto plains of the gulf states—from the Atlantic to the Pacific—the cry of grief .was in all the' air, and the brave young sons of the' north, and the equally brave and gal-' lant young sons of the south, gave up their bright young lives., and the mourners went about the streets in every town and city in the land! Mothers sent out their sons, and wives sent their husbands. And when they came not back, as, alas! so many of them did not—the desolated hearts of those who had loved them sought solace by setting apart one day when all the soldiers of the land who had

“"WHY, THAT’S MY NAME.**

to her attendant, and passed on her way until She stood beside the undecorated grave. Fremont rubbed his eyes and stared. The lady motioned to the negro tolay his fragrant burden down. Merrill hastened up the path. He was near enough to hear the well-re-membered voice say: “You may go, Uncle Sorney, Fll arrange the llowers myself.” The servant shuffled away down the path he had come, while his mistress knelt to place the blossoms. Merrill Fremont paused, hat in hand. Erma believed him dead and forgave him. How would it be when she: found him alive? He stood in dumb uncertainty. She was his only love, and to lose her again would be mere terrible than not to have found her. Dead, she surely loved him; her action proved it. Would he not better go away in the certainty of that love than, by staying, perhaps revive the old bitterness which his rteturn to her unharmed, while all her beloved family lay dead, might recall?

He was abcut to retreat. It was too late, the lady turned and saw him. He stood awkwardly before her. She looked at him in puzzled inquiry. Suddenly hr cried out: “Erma.” She moved back a pace in surprise at being so addressed by an apparent stranger. Once his ongue loosened Merrill gave her no eltance of escape. In quick, incoherent words he poured forth the mistaken report of his death, his love, his sorrow for he! grief and at last an earnest plea tout she would prove more kind than in the past. As she listened a delicate flush crept into the lady s pale, sweet face. The shadow that rested in the deep, blue eyes lifted, the looked searchingly at the man before her. Could this really be her young lover, returned in th3 guise of this impetuous elderly man? She had never thought of him save as the soldier boy who had gone away at her bidding. At last she seemed to understand. Fo] • a moment the comers of the lovely mouth forgot to droop. By lire light of memory the man and woman grew young again. When his to Teat of word* ceasecLahe

passed away from earth’s turmoil and ! strife should be remembered and honored by the sweet tribute of flowers laid upon their graves. And so Decoration day should be to us*-next to Christinas, the most sacred day of all the year. It is not a day for rioting and rejoicing, or ball-playing, or “scorching.” It is a day that we dedicate to the dead. And let us keep it as becomes the people of a nation broad in philan-thropy-exalted in civilization; let us keep it as a nation of men and women who believe in a republican government, and all that it represents, and who are ever ready to honor those who come forth to the defense of our institutions when duty calls. To-day we are one country—we know no east, no south, no west, north— we are brothers and sisters—^the honor of the nation is our owii—the flag is dear to every free-born man and woman who treads American soil! — Kate Thorn, in N. Y. Weekly.

Memorial Day. We have shed bitter tears for loved ami loot ones. Yet our dear dead are never far away. •Tis we who drift in thought and feeling from them. Though toward them still we turn, Memorial day. Then may these flowers bear tidings to these loved ones— The subtle fragrance rising like a prayer— And tell our longing and our deep devotion To those—not lost, but dwelling otheri where. Our Father's house, we know, has many mansions; They dwell in others while in this we stay. Could we but see their loving hands reach toward us And draw us near again. Memorial day. t —Judith Spencer, in Good Housekeeping. Cured. “Jove, old man, I’m glad to see yon. I haven’t seen any of the boys for ages.” “That’s so.” “Say, where’s Charley Green? When ! I was here Ifast he was head over heels in love with Miss Deudimple.. Got all over that by this time, I suppose?” “Yeup. all over it.” “Gave her the throw down, did he?” “No, he married her.”—Detroit Free i Press.

FOR MEMORY'S SAKE. Memorial Day a Time for Eapoaial Ilcmeahmn for Ike Loved Oaea That Are time. Memorial day, with its sweet, sad significance, is again at hand, the one day of all the year devoted to memory, and to beautiful and tender offices for those who have gone just beyond our sight. Especially set apart as a day of losing recognition of the deeds of the brave young heroes who gave up everything for God and country during the civil war, it has gradually grown to be observed by all who miss the familiar presence of loved ones, who have gone out from their lives, neve* to return, as a time of especial remembrance. In thought, however. Memorial day is still especially associated with the veterans of the civil war, and year by year, as the line of march has grown shorter, and the aged participants feebler and grayer, a deeper tinge of pathos, has been added to the beautiful custom of starewing with flowers the graves of comrades who fell in battle, or who have since fallen out by the wayside of life, and all of us have been forcibly reminded of the time, so near at hand, when the last of these men shall have gone home, and the work of decorating their graves shall be ' left to the children of our day, and so on to their children’s children. And these children ha$| been taught, in homes and in schools, the meaning of the day, and of late they, too, have joined in the loving work, their tiny hands and sweet voices lending a tenderer note to t®e loving message of the season. In our fancied security, however, we have confined our thought to the past, believing that the number of heroes’ graves would be complete when the I last veteran of the civil war had gone ! to his reward. But this year the day has taken on a new meaning. The unexpected has occurred, and one dims not need a vivid imagination to picture | the Memorial days of the future, when a younger generation of men shall pay i loving tribute to their comrades, brave ! men all, who gave up their lives in the ; service of humanity.—Elizabeth Bob* | bins Berry, in Boston Budget.

COMMEMORATION DAY A Day to Pay Tribute to Tboae Who Yielded Up Their Lire* for Their Fins aad Country. Memorial day, with all its beautiful significance, has come to have an abid- ; ing place among our holidays. It is well for us to honor and to render our tribute of gratitude and thanksgiving to those who gave their lives for tha> maintenance of the grandest system of national institutions that any people ever enjoyed. Our nation stands foremost among the few great political 1 powers whose warriors have always ex- | hibited the noblest patriotism. Our independence rests on the martyred bodies of our forefathers. And the costly price of our national unity and liberty lies buried beneath the sod, where many a widow and orphan has wept, and where with each returning year, in this month of May, we render our fioral tribute to their memory and to American patriotism. Our national institutions, though conceived in the minds of our noble fathers, were brought forth, nurtured and handed to us by our brave men, who left their homes and loved ones, and faced shot and shell, bayonet and saber,5 for their country. American grandeur consists not in perishing sculptures and massive masonry, the achievements of captive slaves. Her monuments have not been erected in commemoration of warlike valor or martial conquests, but in honor of those who counted not their lives precious when their country and its institutions were in peril, but freely shed their blood and laid down their lives that they might live as the priceless inheritance of those who came after 5 them. How eloquently they speak to ; us tceday as we twine our floral gifts ! about them, and over the lowly grass strew the fragrant flowers of spring! Memorial day is what its name implies—a day of commemoration. In the graves on whose mounds shall be planted flags and scattered flowers sleep the remains of men whose deeds of courage and daring are worthy of being perpetuated. All honor to the heroic dead! —Christian Work.

They died for country. ’Neath the eotnber sod They lie In silence, heroes all, Where the soft winds murmur and the grasses nod: They died for country at their country’s call. Deck with flowers that sacred mound,* In solemn gratitude. On hallowed ground Ye stand, where brave men sleep, a sainted throng. Your tearful tribute and your solemn song Shall prove the fervor of* nation’s woe. The glory of the sacrifice they made. And as your chant arises, soft and low, ~ Upon the grave God’s gentle sunlight plays, “ / As If in blessing on the resting place Of those who perished in the darksome days. *v*w»rd S. Van ZSle, in Once a Week.

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