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V all the Hags upon
the breeze
There Is not one we
see
Bo graceful in its folds of silk
The banner of the frcol
The spirit born at Lexington,
That fought at Bunker Hill,
JAnu stood through tears and greater strife,
Shall bear thee onward still.
Hurrah I Hurrah 1 the welkin rings
From rugged coast of Maine!
From far Pacific's golden shoro
Comes answer back again!
Brave sailor hands shall raise to-day
In pride on every sea
"Old Glory!" lit by .fadeless stars,
The banner of the free!)
The blood of gray and valiant sires.
Warm coursing through our veins,
Is quickened by the happy dawn
And thrilled by martial strains.
Our loyal anthem's notes are heard
Alike In every shade,
Their echoes 1111 the sighing pine '
And cheer the everglade.
The plow-share In the furrow waits
To turn the fertllo field,
Enwrought in peace from patriot steel
That ne'er to wrong would yield.
Unallotted gun gives glad salute
'Neath liberty's green tree,
While North and South together sing
Tho banner" of the free!
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good one, but
ly 4, 1872, he
was nf rcckled-f need, barefooted school
boy in Ehvood, Kan. He's n division
superintendent on the Illinois Central
railroad now, and he writes his name
'M. R. Emmett, Supt.," but in those
days he was known at the village
school as Mickey Emmett. Of course
Michael Robert Emmett would hae
been more distingue nnd deferential,
but in those days he didn't go in much
for style, and with the memory of his
dead father's fine Irish brogue yet
ringing in his ears, "Mickey" sounded
all right.
Mickey's widowed mother "kept
cows." Nobody called her little estab
lishment a "dairy" except herself, but
iihe managed to eke out a decent liv
ing for herself and Mickey, and she
vras proud of her ambition to give him
on education and prouder of the fact
that he always was first at his studies.
But when the glorious Fourth of 1872
drew near, Mickey made an eloquent
plea for some fireworks. ITe wanted
to show his patriotism. He had an am
bition to make as much noise as the
other boys, and his heart' rebelled nt
the suggestion that "t'wns a waste of
money." Tho widow promised him a
flag.
"0111 giv yes: n two-bit flag," snld
he, "an take yez over t' the picnic nt
Lake Conthrary. They's t' be a bal
loon nscinsion and free foir wurruks,
and it will cost us both only four-bits."
Mickey preferred to make bedlam in
his own yard, but the widow was bent
on the picnic, and the boy agreed to go.
It was the balloon that fascinated
tho lad. lie was no sooner on the pic
nic grounds than he sought out the
cord-netted bag of yellow, with its
wicker basket, its anchor nnd its gap
ing mouth. When the great charcoal
fire was kindled and the pipe inserted
Into the big balloon Mickey was the
busiest lad in the neighborhood. His
pood mother watched him and cau
tioned him a hundred times, but he
hovered about the balloon like a bee
at an alfalfa blossom.
Finally, the aeronaut, Prof. Winball,
came forth with a bath robe flowing
gracefully from his shoulders. His
spangled tights gleamed in the hot
sunlight, and he superintended the in
flation of his balloon with the cnreless
confidence of a master. Mickey re
doubled his 'efforts to help eo great a
man. ne helped to lift the sand bags
Into the car, and as the yellow bulb,
like a monstrous orange, bobbed up
ward in its efforts to be free, the little
Irish boy wns beside himself with de
light. He hopped into the basket a
dozen times. Th professor smiled
beamingly upon him and asked:
"Will you go up with me, little
man?"
Mickey glnnced at his mother, who
shook her head fiercely, and then he
dodged away again into the crowd.
Fifty stout arms were now holding
the guy ropes which confined the bal
loon. The day was perfect. Not a
breath of wind disturbed the air. The
smoke from the little steamer in the
lake curled straight upward in a
widening cone of gray. The trees were
motionless. No cloud specked ths blue
sky, the wner lay flat &n4 shining like
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"Now, my friends," thundered Prof.
Winball, casting aside his robo and
standing forth resplendent in the sun
light, "when I shout: 'Let gol' you
must all loose holds upon the ropes.1"
The volunteer assistants chorused:
"All right." Then there was a wait
while the professor looked after some
carrier pigeons that were to accom
pany him in tho ascent. Somebody
shouted: "Let gol" Tho restraining
ropes were dropped with one accord,
and the balloon, tcnnntlcss and like a
rayless planet, rose upward from the
ground.
Then the round, brown, freckled face
of a small boy peeped over the rim of
tho basket. A woman screamed and
fainted, nnd Mickey Emmett, the small
boy of Ehvood, Kan., went sailing to
ward the zenith alone in a slender
basket, swinging by four taut cords,
with the upward sweeping bulb of yel
low silk lifting him beyond the sound
of voices and into tho measureless
space where the winds are free and the
world is but a silvcr-strlpcd ball of
green and yellow.
"When I looked over the edge of that
bnsket," said Superintendent Emmett,
telling the story yesterday: "I didn't
realize that I was going up. For five
minutes or more it seemed to .me that
the enrth had suddenly dropped down
ward into space. I heard my mother
scream and wns-vaguely convinced that
she had felt the earth dropping under
her and was frightened. It didn't oc
cur to mo that I wns in danger. I
rnther felt that I was lucky to be in a
balloon nt the very moment when the
world fell from its place. I speculated
upon what would happen when the
globe went crash ngninst the moon,
nnd selfishly chuckled nt the thought
that T, at least, wouldn't be in the
smash-up.
"Tho only breeze I felt seemed to
come straight down from above. I
dropped my cap out nnd-it fell like n
pound of lead. Then, for the first time,
I began to realize that I was going up
and the enrth Avns standing still, doing
business in the same old place. For a
quarter of an hour the ground below
me looked like a concave basin. The
LIKE A RAYLESS PLANET, ROSE-
horizon seemed like the high outer
rim, and below me, so far that the peo
ple looked like small bugs, wns the
bottom of the hollow dish. To the
west, like a yellow ribbon, winding
among green fields and forests and
squares of golden harvest field, the
Missouri river lay flashing in the sun.
Lake Contrary, a sheet of water four
miles long, looked like the half-closed,
blue eye of a woman. St. Joe.smokeless
and spangled with tin roofB and glass,
seemed almost beneath me, like n toy
village on a checkerboard, its hills flat
tened and its streets merely dotted
with crawling specks.
"It must have been past six o'clock in
the evening when the balloon let go.
The sun was low, and yet be'fore it set
beyond the Kansas plains the world no
longer looked flat. Just as the sun,
monstrous in size and brazen with the
dull color that you have seen nt sun
set, struck the horizon, the world sud
denly assumed the appearance of a
globe. The lake below me, now look
ing like a silver dime, seemed like
tho apex of the sphere, and then,
as the sun dropped below the
sky line, shadows crept about it.
I saw, like stars reflected in the
water, the city's lights shining
dimly below. Soon the globe, down
upon which I gazed with fascinating
Interest, lost all color. The pale lights
seemed to be swimming round and
round. But yet my balloon, still in the
sun's half light, was luminous with a
pale yellow glow.
"f becamo fascinated with the
sparks of light and streaks of fiery
red that then began to glimmer nnd
flush in tiny lines and arcs upon the
earth. Sometimes a muffled roar like
that of thunder and then the crack
of lesser noises would reach my enr,
and I began to fancy that I was far
above the clouds and was looking
down upon a miniaturo thunder
storm. Hut finally I remembered
that it was tho Fourth, and then 1
know that tho disturbed area tipoi
which I saw so many littlo darting
lights wns St. Joo and its evening
display of Roman candles, rocked
and bombs. They all seemed vcrj
trifling nnd pitiful to mo then, nnd
I remembered conceiving a genuine
contempt for so Braall n thing ns a
pack or even a box of firecrackers.
"Then I noticed that tho brcczo no
longer blow downward upon my bare
head. I watched tho bag which hud
boon rotund and bulging, nnd snvi
that its sides wero dented and flab
by. I found a packngo of cards in
the basket, advertisements for the
balloonist, nnd throwing them oui
Baw that they sailed lazily upward.
"' 'I'm falllngl I murmured, and foi
tho first time becamo conscious oJ
tho most torriblo fear. My hair was
rather long, nnd Btood on end part
ly with torror and partly from the
upward draught through which J
was descending moro rapidly each
second. Tho moon pooped over the
eastern hills suddenly, and then 1
could see tho enrth ngnln, luminous
in n palo green glow nnd nppnrently
sonrlng steadily toward me. Then 1
could sco blotches of durkcr Blind
owy green, tho rlvor looked brondcr,
nnd now I could see tho lako as ii
coming up directly under mo, silvery
blue. Then I hoard a murmur ns of
many distant voices which grow loud
er and louder. I heard cheers and
looked over for tho last time. I wns
falling bo swiftly now that I prayed
nnd thought of my mother by turns.
Then I covered my fnco with my
hands and waited for the crash.
"Rut suddenly tho bnsket In which
I crouched stopped with a sudden
jerk, nnd then the big silken bng
enma softly rustling down over me
I felt another gentlo bump, the
voices wore ringing in my ears, and
I felt a hundred hands pulling away
at the empty balloon. When I came
to I was in a hammock on tho porch
of tho little hotel near tho lake. I
UPWARD FROM THE GROUND.
wasn't hurt in the lenst, nnd my
mother, laughing, crying nnd thank
ing God in her reverent old Irish way,
was holding my hands. I had de
scended within a hundred yards of
tho place I had started from and had
spent nearly three hours nt a great
altitudo. Of course my mother was
wild with fear, but Prof. Winball,
who knew his business, reassured her
somewhat by his own certainty that
the absoluto stillness of the air
would insure my safe descent near
by. His only worry was that I'd fall
in the lake, and a score of boats were
patrolling the waters watching for
me. Tho balloon anchor was what
caused the first jolt as I swept down
ward, but it broke the force of tho
fall and probably saved me from a
broken limb nt least. No, 1 never
wont near a balloon again, but I'm
not sorry for the experience." Chi
cngo Record-Herald.
lively TliiH-K Ahead,
"Well," sighed the first, "I must got
ready for a day of hard work."
"Me, too," returned tho second.
"1 was referring to tho Fourth of
July," explained the first.
"Me, too," returned the second.
"You! Why, what's your busi
ness?" "I'm a fireman. And yours?"
"I'm an ambulance doctor." Chi
cago Evening Post.
A Good Th I ii K for the Hoy.
"Oh, yes, our boys ulways have a
nice time on the Fourth," he said,
with a chuckle that had in it all the
music of soapsuds gurgling out of
a bathtub. "You see my wife's old
maid aunt lives with us and she never
fails to hnvo a fit when a firecracker
goes off under her chair." Chicago
Record-Herald.
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FOR THE
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OF THE FLAG
A FOURTH OF JULY STORY
BY CHARLES EUGENE BANKS.
HttrSDON'T think I've slcnt a wink all
night. Those confounded cannon
crack have been exploding since
midnight. If I had niv way
"You would strike Fourth of July from
the calendar, ch, papn?"
Col. Johnstono whirled about In hii walk
up and down the gallery to face his daugh
ter, framed in tho doorway. She looked so
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fresh auj beautiful in her light summer
jown, with a bouquet of jmnsics at her
throat, that the frown disippenicd from
Ihc father's face and a pioud, glad light
ilionc iu his eyes.
"You are superior to nature, Mabel," he
raid, holding out his hands in welcome. "1
do believe you would look like a rose now
washed in dew, if you did not sleep for a
fortnight."
"Hut I do sleep, papa. When one is happy
one doesn't nniid noise, even of cannon
crackers."
"1 should have to be in a state of ecstatic
bliss not to mind 'cm. The roar of a battle
field is music, compared to this internal
banging."
"You forget, sir, that they arc celebrat
ing the independence of this glorious Amer
ica. I am ashamed for you. Where is
your patriotism 1" She i cleaned liur hands,
put them behind her, and looked tit him with
all the severity she could command.
"The Goddess of Libcity offended with
one of her subjects! By Jove! tho role is
becoming. You should put on a led, white
and blue sash and sit on the platform at
the celebration to-day."
A wave of color swept over the neck nnd
face of the girl. "1 wish 1 might, papa,
or that is, 1 wish very much to hear the
speaking in the grove to-doy. You will
take me, won't you?"
Go over there to be jammed about in a
crowd of crazy idiots who think they are
showing their patriotism by shooting olF fire
ci ackers nnd making spread-eagle speeches?
I'd like to please you, daughter, but you will
have to wisli aguin."
"I'm sure it would be good fun, papa, and
I want to hear the speaking. Cupt. Tolli
ver is going to speak, and "
"Tolliver! What is he doing here?"
"He is just buck from the Philippines on
leave of absence, and has consented to make
un address."
Col. Johnstone took two or three turns up
and down the gallery. Then, coming to his
daughter, he baid, slowly:
"You know, Mabel, how I feel toward
Tolliver. He is the son of my old com
rade and 1 have tried to make a man of
him. Rut he is n dreamer. He has re
fused to accept a position in the bank, where
he might lcaiu to earn a living. He went to
this war against my express wishes. lie is un
grateful ns well as foolish."
"I'm suic you misjudge him, papa. Capt.
Tolliver is doing what he thinks right. lie
believes he ought to make his own way in
the world, as you have done."
"He has no right to ask you to suffer for
his Quixotic notions. If he had stayed with
me I would have made a man of him."
"That's just it, papa; he doesn't want
any one to make a man of him. He wants
to bo one himself. Isn't thut hotter?"
"He's a dreamer, Mabel, and incro is no
place in this world for diearieis. Hut,
there, never mind. We'll go j tlie celebra
tion, if your heart is set on it. Come and
pour the coffee, and we'll have breakfast.
Drat that cracker! I'll see to it next year
that none of them are brought inside the
road gate. We'll hear what young Tol
liver has to nay, but Mint's nil. He is milk
and water, a dreamer. The fellow might
have had a good position in my bank. Now,
ne must look out for himself."
Quite a crowd had assembled in O.tk
grove when Mabel und her father diove up.
Col. Johnstone was the most prominent man
in the community, and was greeted on nil
hands with homely words of welcome. He
tied his horse in the shade of a sugar maple,
audheandhisdaughter moved slowly along
toward the platform, before which tempo
rary seats had been ananged for thote who
wished to listen to the exercises. Groups
of people were scattered about on the grass
under the trees, surrounded by baskets of
food and delicacies, for there was to be an
old-fashioned picnic nt the conclusion of
the speaking, and almost everybody had
como prepared to stay the day out. Boys
were running hbout begging file to set off
their crackers, or flourishing toy pistols in a
way; that threatened the eyesight of half
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the company. Young men and maidens
strolled about the grounds, chanting pa
triotic songs, or gossiped in knots under tho
friendly1 oak.
Col. Johnstone found n sent for his daugh
ter and himself near the platform. The band
struck up "The Star-Spangled Banner," tho
presiding officer and the speakers filed onto
tho stage, tho scats quickly filled, and tho
literary programme of tho day began.
Every rcfcrcnco to tho freedom nnd glorj
of the United States, and they wcro many,
and eloquent, was cheered to tho echo. II
was a typical company of American citl
rens, bent on making the most of tho ono
day in tho year set apart to commemmorata
the brave deeds of their forefathers.
At last tho chairman introduced Capt.
Tolliver, tho hero, he said, fresh from the
battlefield of tho war in which tho United
states was at present engaged. Tho young
officer nroso and began at once to speak.
He made no attempt at oratory, but told
in a rumple, soldiery way of the trials and
struggles of his fellow soldiers in tho far
away orient. Ha pictured the benefits which
were to como to tho country with the now
possessions, how America had at Inst taken
its rightful place among tho nations of the
earth, and how the flng, which waved abov
them there on this anniversary of the great
est day in tho history of the country, was
loved and reveled by tho men who were
fighting under Its shadow across seas,
among strangers, for the honor nnd glory of
America.
Just hero a bulky form nroso from one of
thcmiddlcbcnchcB, and, pushing its way into
the aisle, came forward near the platform. It
was Jim Darrow, the bully of the town
ship, and reckoned ns ono of the most qunr
rclsonio men in tho community. When
tho people caw him approaching tho pint
form, they moved uneasily in their seats,
for they divined ho meant some insult to
the speaker.
"What right have you in the Philippines,
Ned Tolliver?" ho shouted, hoarsely.
"Tho right of a soldier fighting for hit
country," replied tho young officer, calmly.
"You lie. You ore all a set of thieves and
murderers. You joined the army because
you couldn't make a living nt home, and
now you are taking it out of a helplcsalot
of niggers. You are a lot of thieves and"
Capt. Tolliver sprang from the platform
and faced tho bully. The bronml face hnd
an ashen color, but bin cjo flashed and hU
voice was linging and firm:
"Take back what you've said, Jim Dar
row." "I don't take back nothin'l"
The slender, compact form of the captain
straightened, the clinched hand shot out
from the shoulder, there was a dull, crush-
I Don't Take Back Nothln'."
ing sound, and the bully swayed and fell in
a heap between the scats. Then the cap
tain sprang lightly back upon the platform
and began to i-pouk as though nothing had
happened to Intel rupt him. Hut the ctowd,
which had fat bieathlcss for tho moment,
suddenly awoke to the situation, and, ris
ing as one, began to cheer. A dozen men
ran down the aisle, nnd, grabbing tho bully,
who was slowly rising to his feet, fairly
dragged him off the grounds. v
Col. Johnstone was the first to reach the
platform, lie grouped Tolliver'n hand as ho
hurried to his side, and said: "By the honor
of a soldier, you arc n man. Hang it, sir,
you may dream as much as you want to.
You were light. A bank is no place for
you. Foigive nie and come home with in
to dinner. Mabel is here, and wants to sco
you."
And that night, as the thrco. sat in tho
moonlit gallery, the colonel took his pipe
fro'n his mouth to say: "I didn't think it
was in you, Tolliver. Dreamer! Gad, I
never saw a prettier knock-down in my life
You are worthy tho best and sweetest girl
in the country, and you shall have her,
whether you come into the bank or not."
His Mother's Darling
(MmlY N1KCI3. Mnrv. was nlwnvs a well-
meaning girl, but she would say tho
wrong thrngs almost every time,"
naid one old gentleman to another;
and she's got a boy that's going to bo her .
very counterpart."
The old man's eyes twinkled, and his
plain, good-natured face a as puckered with
enjoyment, as he drew fiom his pocketbook
a small sheet of note paper.
"I sent Hal a toy-monkey last year, that
plays all kinds of pranks when it's wound
up," ho chuckled. "Sent it to him for
his birthday, which happens on tho
Fourth of July. Now, listen to this let
ter of thanks 1 got from him. He's just
eight years old:
"'Deer Uncle Ned: I am delited witb
the munkcy, thank you. He makes in
think of you olTon. And whenever mamma
winds him up and he begins to jump, mam
ma and I feel as if we were back at your
house where all those toys are, and mamma
will look at the munkcy und say: "That's
your Uncle Ned all over."
" 'Good-by, from
' " 'your graatfull UAL.' "
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