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J'tV'J.,..".-TM..... , The Alliance Herald. MEMORIAL DAY SECTION Pages 9 to 12 k if ft- VOLUME XVII, ALLIANCE, BOX BUTTE COUNTY, NEBRASKA THURSDAY, MAY 26, 1910 NUMBER 24 BIIIBBp$llM r -vr LAST SLEEP OF THE RENOWNED SEVENTH CAVALRY SGRAVES OF GALLANT GEN. CUSTER AND COMMAND, MASSACRED BY IND ANS NEAR SHERIDAN, WYO,, IN 1076 our seller Copyright, 1D11. by Z-ierlcin Fresa Asso ciation. TEduml To dun 1 Te dun I There's a few of us lilt who know There's n few of u left, and our rrjr.d winj back To the whine of the shell and the battle'i black That blotted the sun from the heart cf dsy; There's a few of us left ard a few is nil "Who swung to the front tt our country's call. And ever and ever ws live it o'er, For the Cfe must shnll what we knew of yore, But hark to our teller of tales, the drum Te dum 1 Te dum ! Te d Jtn I TEdum! Te dum! Te duml There's a few of us left who know There's a few of us left who, with firm drawn breath Have smiled in the face of the despot death, And war is a braggart our hands laid low; There's only a few of us left to know. S li D Wk ' iJhrA PHONE 207 im.moz. PHONE 207 New Furniture Store i I have opened up a store at 401 Box Butte Avenue, across street north of Alliance Grocery m . H I am getting in new goods all the time and will sell to the H people of Alliance and the surrounding country at y prices that will enable them to buy their goods at home Mi I will handle a complete line of m Furniture, Rugs, Carpels, Draperies, f 1 Window Shades, Pictures and I I Mouldings . 1 d Will make a specialty of Picture Work and Framing m Wi " ! ; ' ' iT. J. Threlkeldi rie Furniture, Rugs, Draperies, Window Shades ALL kinds of HOULDINGS CLD OHIEF RED CLOUD Who claims to haw taken an aciwe patt in the Custer mxssacre. winfs And our lips are paitied end may not tell That we spent four years in the heart of hell Some of us did, and the rest are dead, And the drum must whisper their dreams instead. Hear, then, from the lips of the vet'ran drum Te dum I Te dum I Te dum I T E dum I Te dum I Te dum I There's a few of us left who know There's a few of us left, and our heads are pay, And we dream of the strenuous times away When man met man of his breed and blood, And dead men lay in the grime and mud, And the big guns boomed : "We are here to lull I We are here to shatter you strength and will I And your lips mutt writhe to the crimson kiss Of war, while a requiem such as this Shall find you dead in her red embrace, Cold clay on the sward of the battle place I" But hark to our echoic bard, the drum Te dum I Te dum I Te dum I A Story of filemorial Day. By CLARISSA MACKIt. Copyright. 1910, by American Press Asso ciation. JA.VB FLETCHER, walking slow ly along the road, saw Winfleld Paine loaning over his garden gate. The old man's sightless eyes were turned toward the .town, whence enme the distant rattle and shrill of drum and fife. v Mr. Taine turned as her light step sounded on the path. "I'm glnd somebody's happened nlong." he tutid peevishly. "This is the Ingo street. In tho distance there wero the glitter of sunlight on brass, nud tho flourish of flags and tho Bound of a drum. "I expect it looks beautiful," said Mr. Paino wistfully. "If it hadn't been for that Fletcher girl my son Stephen would bo hero today instead of work ing nway down in New York. It's the Inconsistency. What. then, bhall wo say of that son of pwtectiou for American working men which, while imposing duties upon goods under the pretense that they are made by ''pauper labor." free ly admits the "pauper laborer" him self? Ilenry George M fefcW "I WlLtj no WITU TOO." first year that I ain't been sent for to Join the parade.- I aspect it's all the doings of that new fuller, Addison Smith, Xi w he's come to run the town they dun('t Fet any store by me, that'" the oly me left in Greenville th:tt fit in I'll' i It 11 war. It's all them SjanNh vol 'ram now." Jane Fletcher's plalc cheeks paled n little "You want to wnlk iu the parade to day and there U no u.:e to go with yen Im th-'t tie trouble. Ir. Paine?" slid asked gei.tly "That's It." he returned querulously. "Mrs. Blhblns. my hctirekeoper. she's pane oCT with n park of wimmin folks rtiJ left me alone Jest becnuse I'm bill d anJ treless If my son Stephen was here I'd"N "I will go with you. Mr. Paine." said Jane timidly. "If jou will plnco your Innd on my shoulder the parade Is forming now " Winfleld Pnlne settled his Grand Army hat on hl3 head and buttoned his bine cloth coat about bis tall, spare figure. "I moot always have a flag to car ry." he said suggestively, "but Widow Bibblns said she couldn't find where Stephen put it." "Wait a minute," said Jane breath lessly. She opened the gate and ran up the path to the ucat flower bed un der the parlor windows. When she returned she thrust n bou quet Into the trembling old hands. "Red. white and blue." she said soft ly "red :ii:il white geraniums and Iri-ht bins agerntutn. Come!" "Wlni l.e you?" demanded Mr. Puluo 1 ns they wilked down the road, the tall old man tiud the slender girl lend ing her t.luulder to his gripping band. .'A neighbor," said Jane in a low tone. "A neighbor! Maybe you'ro Jacob Gillan's daughter Mary?" "No;-1 don't live very near to you, but I'm one of your neighbors," she said. "Do you know Jane Fletcher?" asked the old man, with startling sudden ncss. "Yes. of course I know her," gasped Jane. Tl'orv a it a long silence after that until they reached tho bead of tho.yll- KEEP1SO STEP TO TUB MUSIC. first year Steve ain't marched in the parade alongside of me slnco I was blind." The girl winced. "I never heard that Jane Fletcher sent your son away," she snld coldly. "She might as well. Says I to Ste phen: 'You marry John Fletcher's daughter r.nd I'm done with you. You don't get my blessing. I forbid It' " Jano Fletcher was silent, her red lips pressed together In a straight line. "And the scamp says, says he, 'I won't marry her if it will make you unhappy, but I cnu'f stay here and see her every day. so I'll Just go away,' and he went." The parade was formlug on tho vil lage green. Mr. Pniao's hand slipped from Jane's shoulder to h"' soft, cool palm, mid slowly bhe led h'ra Into the van of the procession. Voices greeted him cordially on every side, and thoso who had forgot ten his existence on this day, sacred to heroes like himself, shamefacedly made a place for him at the bead of the little company of men who had served in the war with Spain. "I will leave you now, Mr. Paine," snld Jane Fletcher, withdrawing her hand from his clasp. " Ills lean fingers closed about hers tightly, "No, you don't. You'll Just march along with me, little neighbor. You and trie will lead this procession." Jaue blushed tremulously as she en countered curious eyes bent upon her. Unconsciously imitating the blind man, she drew her slim young figure to Its full height. "My father was a soldier," she said In defiant explanation. Soma one thrust a flag Into her hand, and then tho boad commenced to play, and tho procession moved slowly down tho street toward tho cemetery. Side by side with Winfleld Paine marched Jnno Fletcher, his nrm arras her shoulder, keeping stop to tLe psirtlal music, nud when they paused at tho entrance to the ceme tery and tho strains of tho national anthem broke forth Jane's sweet so prano roso high above the deep voices of the men. After the services wero over, when the flowers and flags had been placed upon tho lowly mounds that marked the graves of sleeping heroes, tho pa rado returned lo the village. Tho depot stage rolled by, and from Its depths a pair of incredulous gray eyes watched Jane Fletcher nnd old Winfleld Paine ns they marched to gether. When it wns ended and the blind man and the girl had climbed the hill to tho Paine homestead Jane spoke defiantly: "Perhaps you would not have gone with me if you had known who I was, Mr. Paine. I was afraid you would bo disappointed If you did not inarch In the parade, so I went with you, but I am" "You are Jano Fletcher," interrupted the old man calmly. "I rccoguized your mother's voice tho minute you spoke." "And you npd you" The girl's voice broke. "And I wanted you should come nlong with me Just the same. Your father got my sweetheart nway from me, but your voice is liko hers, and I ain't forgot, nnd I'd like to havo you near mo even if I did say Steve shouldn't marry n Fletcher," Jane was crying softly. "You be a lonely Ilttlo orphan girl, I guess," said Winfleld Paino tenderly, "and mo and Stephen 'II havo to tnke care of you. Just as soon's I can get Winfleld Pnlne nodded hl bend sffge ly. "I ain't so blind ns I was about some things, thank God! And you and Stephen can bo Just as glad to Geo each other as you like, llttio Jane, because I won't look!" Grant Under Flro. A veteran hns this to say of Grant's bravery: "For the Information of those who have never been in battle lot me say, without seeming didactic, that the coinmnudlug general or his corps com manders are rarely where- tho artists have depleted them on rearing horses or directing amid n sheet of fire. There nre times, however, when the artist Is true to life, as when Sheridan, seeing Ayres and his regulars recoiling for a moment under a terrific firo nt Five Forks, dashed In, nnd there aud then with those flashing eyes he might have been painted. "Suppose McClellan had shown hlm xelf nud ridden his lines nt Gaines Mill, or Brugg at Chickamauga. the outcome might hnve been difforent. Owing to the character of the Wllder uess, Grant had few chances to seize opportunities of thnt kind. At Spott eylvanln the night Upton was making his assault and .breaking their lines temporarily lie wa3 close up, and I sat my horte not far frqui him. Ho was mounted on his favorite, Egypt. There were two or three lines of bat tle vlthlu thirty or forty pacea of each other nud of him. Tho fire that reached U3 wns considerable. An or derly carrying the headquarters stand-1 nrd was killed, and a solid shot struck j nu onk five or six luches through! squarely not thirty feet from us, sblv-t erlug It Into broom silvers, but through It all Grant were the same Imperturb-' aide but somewhat pleading face." Another notable occasion when Gen I ;ral Grant showed rare coolness under I flro was when be rode bis horse aboard o. noai ui me cioso oi me uaius 01 isei- mont. Mo., early iu Uio war l "he's comi.sq now.'" word to Steve He's coining nowl Look, llttio Jane!" Jano turned. 'Tie Is!" she cried Joy fully us a tall form enmo swiftly up tho hill toward thorn. "You couldn't see him! IIpw did you know?" MWtti Teacher Tnft Now, there are good trusts and bad trusts, All of you who nre good trusts bold up your hands 1 (Notice the" unanimity with which Us hand tiro up!i TJaltlmoro sun.