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The Alliance Herald.
MEMORIAL DAY
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VOLUME XVII,
ALLIANCE, BOX BUTTE COUNTY, NEBRASKA THURSDAY, MAY 26, 1910
NUMBER 24
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LAST SLEEP OF THE RENOWNED SEVENTH CAVALRY
SGRAVES OF GALLANT GEN. CUSTER AND COMMAND, MASSACRED BY IND ANS NEAR SHERIDAN, WYO,, IN 1076
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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.
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Who claims to haw taken an aciwe patt in the Custer mxssacre.
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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
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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
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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.
