THE OLD FLAG.
Off with your hat as tho flag goes by!
And tct tho heart havo Its say;
i'ou'ro man enough for a tear In your eye
That you will not wtpo away.
You're mnn enough for a thrill that goes
To your very linger tips
Ayo, tho lump just then In your throat that
roso
Spoko more than your parted lips I
Lift up tho boy on your shoulder high
And show him the failed shred
Those stripes would be red as the sunset
tky
If death could have dyed them red.
The man that bore It with death hns lain
This twenty years and more J
lie died that tho' work should not be vain
Of tho men who boro it before.
The man thnt hears It Is bent and old,
And lagged his beard and gray,
Hut look at his eye tiro young and loId
At the tunc that ho hears them play.
The old tune thunders through alt the air
And strikes right Into tho heart
If ever It calls for you, boy, bo theru!
lie there and Ndy to start !
OfT with your hat as the ling goes by I
Uncover the youngster's head I
Teach him to hold It holy and high
Kor the sako of Its snored tLd.
Henry Cuyler ltunncr.
MICKEY EMEU'S FOURTH OF JULY.
IIc'h a man now, and n good one, but
.July 4, J87U, ho was u freckled-faced,
'barefooted school boy in Elwood, Kan.
lie's n division superintendent on tho
Illinois Central railroad now, and he
writes his name "M. It. Emmett, Supt.,"
but in those duys he was known at the
village school ns Mickey Emmett. Of
course Michael Robert Emmett would
have been more distingue und deferen
tial, but in those days he didn't go in
much for stylo, and, with the memory of
his dead father's fine Irish brogue yet
ringing in his cars, "Mickey" oundod all
right.
Mickey's widowed mother 'kept cows."
Nobody called her little ostnollshment a
"dairy' except hoself, but she managed
to eke out a decent living for herself
and Mickey, und she w.is proud of her
ambition to give him an education and
.prouder of the fact that jo always was
first at his studies.
Hut when the glorious Fourth of 1872
drew near. Mickey made nn eloquent plea
(for some fireworks, no wanted to show
!his patriotism, lie had an ambition to
mnke as much noise as the ether boys,
land his heart rebelled at the suggestion
that "'twas a wnste of money." The
widow promised him a Hag.
"Oi'll giv yoz n two-bit Hag," said she,
"an' take yez over t the picnic nt Lake
Conthrnry. They's t' be a balloon ascln-
sion and free foir wurruks, and 'twill cost
us both only four-hits."
Mickey preferred to mnke bedlam in
lils own yard, hut the widow was bent on
.the picnic, and the boy agreed to go.
It was the balloon that fascinated the
lud. Ho was no sooner on the picnic
grounds than he sought out the cord
netted hag if yellow, with its w'eker bas
ket, its anchor and its gaping mouth.
When tho great charcoal Ore wis kindled
and the pipe inserted into tho big bal
loon, Mickey was the busiest lad in tho
neighborhood. His good mother watched
him nnd cautioned him a hundred times,
but he hovered about tin balloon like a
bee at an alfalfa blossom.
Finally, the aeronaut, Prof. Winball,
came forth with a bath rooe (lowing grace
fully from his shoulders. Hi spangled
tights gleamed in the hot sunlight, and
.lie suiKU-intended t he inflation of ills 1ml
loon with rho careless confidence of a
jmaster. Mkey redoubled hiu effort to
help so great a man. lie helped to lift
the sand bags into the car, and ns the
yellow bulb, liku a monstrous orange, bob
jned upward in its efforts to be free, the
little Irish boy was beside himself with
delight. lie hopped into the basket a
dozen times. The professor snrlod beam
ingly upon him and nskod :
"Will you go up with me, Utile man?"
Mickey glanced at his mother, who
shook her head fiercely, and then ho dodg
ed away again into the crowd.
Fifty stout arms were now holding the
guy ropes which confined 'lie balloon. 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 wore 'motionless. No cloud specked
tho blue sky, the water lav llai- and shin
ing like a mirror in the sun.
"Now, my friends," thundered Prof.
Winball, casting aside his robe nnd stand
ing resplendent in tho sunlight. ' when I
shout 'Let go!' you must nil loose hole
upon the ropes."
The voluntcv assistants chorused "All
right." Then there was a wait while the
professor looked after somo carrier pig
eons that were to accompany, him in tho
ascent. Somebody shouted "Let go !" Tho
restraining ropes wero dropped with one
accord, nnd the balloon, tenantloss and
like a rnyless planet, rose upward from
the ground.
Then the round, brown, freckled face
of a small boy iteuped over the rim of
tho busket. A woman screamed and
fainted, and Mickey Emmett, the small
boy of Elwood, Kan., went sailing toward
the zenith alone in u slender basket,
swinging by four taut cords, with the up
ward sweeping bulb of yellow silk lifting
him beyond the sound of voices and into
the measureless space where the winds
are free and the world i? but a Bilver
striped ball of green and yellow.
"When I looked over the edge, of that
basket," said Superintendent Emmett,
telling the story, "1 didn't reallzo that I
was going up. For Hvo minutes or more
It seemed to me that the earth had sud
denly dropped downward into space. I
heard my mother scream nnd was vaguoly
convinced that she had felt the earth
dropping under her and was f lightened.
It didn't occur to me thai I was in dan
ger. I rather felt that I was lucky to be
THE FIFTH OF
(Adapted from n
"Uenjnmln Jones!" the father cried:
"Hero!' was the answer loud and clear.
From the lips of a youngster standing
near :
And "here !" was the word the next re-
ulted.
"Johnnie Jones !" nnd a silence fell
This timer no answer followed the call ;
Only his brother saw him fall,
Killed or wounded, he could not tell.
There they stood In t tie morning light
on .iuiy mo mm, mo presem j-i-nr,
And tho roll was rend In accents clear
ny tho senior Jones, who was ghastly white.
"Charley Jones I" At the call there came
Two ambulance men and some doleful
groans
As they boro In the body of Charley
Jones,
In a balloon at the very moment when the
world fell from its place. I speculated
upon what would happen when the globe
went crash ngainst the moon, nnd selfish
ly chuckled at the thought (hat I. at least,
wouldn't be in the smash-up.
"The only breeze I felt seemed to come
straight down from above. I dropped
my cap out and it fell like a pound of
lead. Then, for the first time, 1 began
to realize that I was going up and the
earth was 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 horizon seemed like
tho high outer rim, and below me, so fnr
that the people looked like small bugs,
was the bottom of the hollow dish. To
the west, like a yellow ribbon winding
nmong green fields and forests and
squares of golden harvest field, the Mis
souri river lay flashing in the sun. Lake
Contrary, a sheet of water four miles
SCltKAMEI) AIS'I) I'AINTKTi.
long, looked 'like the halt-elosel blue eye
of a woman. St. Joe, smokeless and
spangled with tin roofs and glass, seemed
almost beneath me, like a toy village on u
checkerboard, its hills flattenal and its
streets merely dotted with crawling
specks.
"It must have been past 0 o'clock in the
evening when the balloon let go. The
sun was low, , and yet before i' set be
yond the Kansas plains the world no
longer looked flat. Just as tin sun, mon
strous in size and brazen with the dull
color that you have seen at sunset, struck
the horizon, the world suddenly assumed
the appearance of a globe. Tiio lake be
low me, now looking like a sl'ver dime,
seemed like the apex of the sphere, and
then, as the sun dropped below the sky
line, shadows crept about It. I saw,
like stars rlected in the water, the city's
lights shining dimly below. Soon the
globe, down upon which 1 gaz.1 with fas
cinating interest, lost all color. The pale
lights seemed to be swimming round and
round. Hut yet my balloon, still in the
sun's hnlf light, was luminals with a
pain yellow glow.
"I became fascinated with the sparks
of light and streaks of fiery red that then
'began to glimmer and Hash in tiny lines
nnd arcs upon tho earth. Sometimes a
muffled roar like that of thunder and then
the crack of lesser noises would reach
my ears, and I began to fancy that I was
far above flic clouds and was looking
down upon a miniature thunder storm.
But finally I remembered that it was the
Fourth, nnd then I know thnt the disturb
ed area upon which I saw so many little
darting lights was St. Joe nnd its evening
display of Roman candles, rockets and
bombs. They all seemed very trilling and
pitiful to me then, and I remembered con
ceiving a genuine contempt for so small
a thing as a pack or even a box of fire
crackers. "Then I noticed that the breeze no
longer blew downward upon my bare-
head, I watched the bag which hud been
ui i .i " ' ' " l
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TO
JULY-CALLING THE ROLL.
famous old poem.)
(Sreatly dlmlgured, to auvtc his name.
"Albert Jones!" nnd n volfeartlil "here!"
"Chauncey Jones !" "IlW down nt .St.
l.ttko s
With a couple of badly damaged 'dukes,'
The doctors say he'll be wpII next year."
"William Jones I"--then ho-uo one said:
"A small toy pistol went off and shot
htm.
And the ambulance people hurried and
got him
To make somo repairs on his Injured head."
'Twos a gallnnt day, but It cost us dear:
Tor that family roll when called to day,
Of a total of seven that entered the fray.
Numbered but four that answered "here r
Chicago Tribune.
rotund and bulging, and mew thnt Ui
sides were dented and flnbhy. I found n
package of cards in the bnsket, adver
tisements for the bnlloon st, and throwing
them out saw that they sailed lazily up
ward.
"'I'm falling!' I murmured, nnd foi
the first time became conscici'H of the
most terrible fear. My hair was rather
long, and stood on end partly with ter
ror and partly from the upward draught
through which I was descending more rap
idly each second. The moon peeped over
the eastern hills suddenly, nnd then I
could see the earth again, luminous in n
pale green glow nnd apparently soaring
steadily toward me. Then I could se
blotches of darker shadowy green, the
river looked broader, nnd now I could see
t lie lake ns If coining up directly under
me, silvery blue. Then I lienrd n mur
mur ns of many, distant voices which
grew louder and louder. I heard cheers
and looked over for tho Inst time. 1 was
falling so swiftly now that I pinyed and
thought of my mother by turns. Then I
covered my face with my hands nnd
waited for the crash.
"Hut suddenly the basket in which I
crouched stopped with a .sudden jerk, and
then the big silken bag came softly rust
ling down over me. I felt another gentle
bump, the voices were 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 the poich of tho
little hotel near the hike. I wasn't hurt
in the least, and my mother, laughing,
crying and thanking (!i)d in her reverent
old Irish way. was holding my hands. I
had descended within a hundred yards of
the place I had started from and hnd
spent nearly three hours at a great alti
tude. Of course my mother was wild
with fear, hut Prof. Winball, who knew
his business, reassured her somewhat by
his own certainty that the absolute still
ness of tho air would insure my safe de
scent near by. His only worry was that
I'd fall in the lake, and a score of boats
wore patrolling the waters watching for
me. Tho balloon nnehor was what caused
the first jolt ns I swept, downward, but
it broke the force of the fall and prob
ably saved me from a broken limb at
least. No, I never went near a balloon
again, but I'm not sorry for the experi
ence." John II, Knftery in Chicago Itec-ord-lTerald.
MiiruliiK: of (hi- Koui-lli.
Tnclo Iinshis comes to town early to
be on hand for tho -bration
The celebration begins.
V An Epitaph.
i Htop, traveler, and weep foe him
Who's lying here below.
fHe fllled his cunnon to tho brim
That's ull you'll ever know.
New York World.
TOPICS OF THE TIMES.
A CHOICE SELECTION OF INTER.
ESTING ITEMS.
Conimcutn nnd Criticisms tinned Upon
the lluppetihign of tho Dny Iltutorl
cat mid News Notes.
Prince Arson ought to 1111 tho bill as
King of Sorvln.
The Kansas City Post speaks of "ono
William Allen White." Is thoro any
other William Allen White?
Mr. Rockefeller doubtless sees eon
Bldorahlo point In tho ancient saw, "Hu
laughs host who lnugha Inst."
With nil his millions, there's ono
baby delight Hnhy Uockefollcr will nev
er Indulge In pulling grandpa's hnlr.
A brldo hns inndo .sofa cushions out
of her courtship lovo letters. It would
probably bo difficult to Hnd n softer
lining.
The anti-study union nt Annapolis
seems to have succeeded In getting it
lot of inldshlHtuen out of the Naval
Aondeiny.
Theso Russian prisoners who have
declared a hunger strike are like the
mnn who sat uiwn the lltub he was
sawing off.
"Why Is It that every Legislature In
the country fools away tho drat half
of tho session ami works Itself to death
the last half?
If a Russian spy really Is In this
country, ho will have to guard against
being caught and drafted upon the staff
of some yellow paper.
The country will refuso to bo sur
prised at tho announcement thnt Wall
street Is said to bo behind a scheme
for supplying Now York with water.
Statisticians may now figure on how
much Greene and Guynor would have
saved If they had taken their medicine
four years ago. Cnpt. Carter has had
his.
John Hurroughs, the celebrated poet
and naturalist, says lie would rather
bo cheated than cheat. Mr. Hurroughs
does not maintain an office In Wall
street.
Prof. Jim Jeffries says ho doesn't
need to do any more fighting he has
"inatlo ills pile." There seems to he
no reason, then, to fear that tho pro
feasor ever will go on the stage again.
Ten Creeks wore killed down in Ten
uosseo because they couldn't agree with
other Creeks ns to the proper date for
Easter. Perhaps the ten by this time
know whether they were right or
wrong.
A Frenchman has been awarded a
prize of ?.'1,000 for discovering a new
method of getting rid of house flies.
Now If somebody will find out how to
keep hairs from getting Into tho hash
hoarding house life will be still more
like a grand sweet song.
New York Is to have a statue of Jo
Konh Jefferson as Hip Van Winkle, by
Frederick MacMonnies. This will be a
sculpture by an American representing
nn American actor In a character ere
ated hv an American author. Shiftless
old Hip has appealed to the affections
oX' genius.
According to a magazine scientist,
the world's visible supply of fertilizing
material will bo exhausted in twenty
venrs. after the lapse of which time
humanity will have to extract the
nitrogen from tho air or starve to
death. In order to sco its finish, then,
humanity has only to ascertain how
long tho nitrogen In the air will last.
When more than a thousand French
miners were killed by an explosion In
a mine near tho Helgiiini frontier re
cently, a Herlln newspaper opened a
subscription for the relief of the be
reaved families, and tho Germans vied
with the French In efforts to rescue the
6urvlvors. In spite of the national hos
tUity, the French and Germans are
brothers, after all.
Investigations made by the agrlcul
tural college at Guelph, Ontario, dls
prove the proverb that lightning never
strikes twlco in tlto same place. Of
courts the same building does not
osually get struck twice, for It Is not
there to he hit a second time, but ob
nervations show that a number of
buildings built successively upon the
same spot havo been struck. Indeed
somo places are especially exposed to
lightning, and whore two barns In turn
havo been (lred by lightnlirg on tho
same ground, It Is very unwlso to build
a third. Lightning Is not like some
disease germs, which, having run their
course In a porson, make him for a
given period uninhabitable to other
germs of the same kind.
Occasionally somo foreign publlca-
tlons assert that there Is such an Un
worthy thing as an "Amerlchn Inn
jraage." Our slang phrases and our
dialect stories worry them no little. So
far ns dlnleet Is concerned, wo havo no
ndvnntngo over our Hrltlsh brethren,
hey havo novels written In a Jargon
lilch no ono not Initiated Into tho
myi
stories can understand. It Is no!
denied that tho United States havo
contributed ninny "Americanisms" U)
tho lnngungo of John Hull. We are n
ri
isourceful people, much clvon to In-
cntlon, and If wo want a word, thnt
not In the dictionary wo do not hca
tato to coin one. This may he In very
bad taste, but wo have a great eoun-
tr
y and are entitled to make occasional
tinovntlons.
Recently n popular magazine Inter
viewed a hundred representative vom
en, In town and country, concerning
husbands. What kind of a man should
a woman marry? was the question. And
what qualities In a husband, do you
fancy, were named In the answers?
Wenlth? Good looks? Good dressing?
Social qualities? Taking the world by
and large, you would suppose that theso
things would be chief In a woman's
demand for a husband. No one n1
them was so much ns mentioned by i
single woman I What then? Seventy
five of tho one hundred put honesty and
honor first of all. Theso women, soma
of whom aro married and some single,
understand that neither money nor brll
llancy nor handsome features alone or
united can make up a desirable hus
band. Character Is absolutely esfcoii.
tin!. A woman cannot lovo a man
whom she cannot respect. And some,
thing besldo outside appearance Is noc
essary for respect. Only tho surfnoo
woman Is caught by externals. Thusa
women 58 per cent of them put lov
of homo as the second essential of a
good husbond. They did not believe a
man could go the pace of a social favor
ite and do his duty as a husband. And
that was about all these women nskoil
of 'a husband that he be honorable and
high-minded and a homo lover. Mod
est, Is It not? A reasonable wife asks
only ordinary manliness In a husband,
not heroism. She asks only tho lovo
of an ordinary man who Is true to her
and to her home. If her husband has
brains and large ability so much tha
better, but above all else ho must hnvu
strength of character. The American
woman Is the most sensible woman in
tho world.
A professor In one of the universi
ties at the national capital, who trav
eled extensively on the Continent ot
Europe last summer, had an oxporlonea
In London on his way back which, must
be almost unique. Seeking rest and a
ehitnee to study before returning to
Vmerlea, he decided to hire lodgings
at the modest house near Russell
Square whoio he had lived when a stu
dent twenty years ago. Its keeper, a
woman well along In years, did not re
member him among the long lino of
young clerks and others of small nieaiiH
for whom she had made a hoine at that
one sK)t during more than forty years.
Hut as their acquaintance was-.renewed,
It .developed that one regret clouded
this woman's horizon as she looked to
ward the setting sun of life -she could
nover again seo her old home In Nor
folk. It was loss than a hundred. miles
away, yet she had had no inoncy for
traveling, there had boon no one with
whom she could leave her house, and
accordingly more than a quarter of a
century had elapsed since she had. seen
flic hedgerows and lanes familiar In
her wyouth. In the little garden back.
of her London houso she liiyl planted.
Norfolk .trees and bushes, In aniuKiavv
vor to keep near her something asjioj;
elated with the precious country ofTtpr
parents and near relatives, all long ago
dead. Her one wish was oihhj more t
soo' tho Norfolk of hur fond 'roj'oljeo-,.
lions, and such of her more distant
kinsfolk and friends as survived. Tho
professor undertook not only to pay
her truvellng expenses, but to take care
of her house during tho four" days
....,. ..I... 11 .1.1 ,...Jt1 lv... I f .
which suu inougia ninui'iuiiu nu -
ployed a servant to coinu In each morn
ing to make up the beds, but he him
self answered the door bell, collected
tho rents, paid tho landlord, and saw
that the house lost none of Its lodgers
through Inattention. The woman oatiio
hack with a new light In her life and
much to think about In the years that
remained to her. The professor mod
estly remarked, In talking with an In
timate friend on his return, who had
quizzed him about Swiss mountains and
French villas, that this was "tho host
thing about his trip." The story Is
tru.. to the letter.
MitNf iillnn Coiik-k.
"Do you thluk, Tommy, that thing
moving over In tho corner can be u
ghost?"
"Of course not, you silly; but. IC
you're Trald you keep still and I'll go
and 'call niamnia." Haltlmore Ameri
can. .Not Mil oil There.
"Oh, no, I'd never credit him with
having much In him."
"Indeed? I can't understand that."
"Well, ho and I hoard at the same
place." Philadelphia Press.
You have probably noticed thamlll
tinmen usually think they know a
great deul about war.