GREETING THE FLAG.
education Is Necessary to Instill “Lovs
of Country.”
It has been said with much appar
ent truthfulness that love of country
beyond that commonly entertained
tor local habitations and their Imme
diate environments Is an artificial
emotion created by educational pro
cesses.
This proposition seents to find con
firmation In the history of all com
munities removed from the active
Influences of the governments under
which they live. The sentiments of
patriotism exhibited by the Inhabitants
of the isolated mountain regions of
West Virginia at the beginning of the
war of the rebellion afford a striking
Illustration of the truth of these ob
servations. As a class, these people
displayed small concern, apparently
In the affairs of the nation when the
war began, and gave scant welcome to
both the federal and confederate forces
that came among them. Their love of
country appeared to be limited to the
Immediate region In which they found
their homes, due doubtless to the mea
ger Information they possessed at the
time of the great world about them.
When the federal troops first reached
Sutton, a picturesque little village on
the Bilk river, a few professed “union
men" came down to the town from
their 111 tie "clearings” In the moun
tains. accessible only by unfrequented
bridle paths, to see the union troops
and the great four-wheeled wagons
that carried their supplies. The wagons
and the tents, the cooking utensils, the
entrenching tools, and the arms of the
soldiers, all In their turn attracted the
attention of the visitors.
The visitors came at last to the tent
of the commanding officer, where the
national tlag floated lazily from Its
staff in the breeze, and stopping there
for awhile, watched it curiously.
“She's purty,” said a gray-haired
member of the group. “Say, Bill," he
continued, addressing a young man at
his side, "ask 'em what she’s for.”
The soldiers who heard the earnest
Inquiry of the old mountaineer smiled
at his question and wondered at the
ignorance It displayed. But, after all.
how many among the Illiterate of our
people In our northern cities and towns
could Intelligently answer (tie ques
tion ?
This education, fortunately, may be
Imparted by common methods or ob
tained as the result of personal experi
ences. Many soldiers of the union
who entered the federal service had
at the time but little thought of duty
and love of country as they subse
quently learned to comprehend this
emotion.
Probably no better Illustration of
this fact can be found in tlie annals of
the war than Is afforded by an inci
dent that occurred at Vicksburg not
long after the fall of that confederate
stronghold. Several hundred paroled
prisoners of war who had been con
fined in the confederate stockades at
Meridian and elsewhere In the interior
reached the federal lines one day soon
after their liberation and marched In
to the city through one of the eastern
sally-ports of the practleally impreg
nable works which (he union forces
had erected on the land side of the
place after its surrender. A turn In
the highway followed by the ragged,
emaciated soldiers returning from their
captivity, suddenly brought them into
view of a large national flag flying
from the top of a staff not far away.
At the first view of tire flag every
head in the column wns uncovered,
and then, as If with one impulse, ev
ery hand that held a hat or cap was
stretched out towards the flag in mute
expression of fealty and devotion. A
moment later the poor, paroled cap
tives gave vent to their feelings In pro
longed cheers for the flag, and Ineries
of thankfulness for their liberation.
This incident was pathetic in the ex
treme. and impressed those who wit
nessed it as one worthy of commemo
ration. H. II. Rrlnkerhoff,
Lieut. Col., II. g. A., ltetired.
I ..- - -
Old Abe, Famoui War Eagle.
For centuries the eagle haa been the
emblem of liberty, the Inspiration of
potto and the terror of his feathered
friends. The king of birds has fur
nish'd the story writer with countless
Incidents, from aerial battles to child
Hteullng, One of Victor Hugo's great
est poems begins: 'TValgle—e’est le
genic—Olseau de la cherche le plus
bant falte." The poet parallels the
struggles of genius with the battle of
the eagle for existence, til] both spread
their wings In the plentttude of power.
These are the fanciful way of look
ing at the bird of freedom, and It was
doubtless similar Ideas that Induced
the boys of the Kighth Wisconsin In
fantry to adopt Old Abe, the celebrated
war eagle as their mascot in the civil
war. Abe's public career began in 1861.
He had the true spirit the poets sung
of. Perched on his stick Abe fearlessly
watched the horrors of twenty-seven
severe.battles and as many skirmished.
When his company was mustered out
the eagle entered civil life with the
grace he had shown In war. He was
exhibited through the country at sol
diers' reunions, attended the sanitary
fair at Chicago, occupied a prominent
place at the Philadelphia centennial,
and was the means of raising funds for
many a good cause.
Abe gave the alarm of a Are at the
capital, which broke out near his cage,
and when he was rescued It was found
the smoke had Injured his lungs. He
died March 26. 18S1, and his body,
handsomely mounted, Is an object of
great curiosity in the war museum at
Madison, Wls.
Artistic.
He t'.ew up In the air at the cannon's
bombard.
But ho fell to the pavement much faster.
He Is now laid out In ihe surgical ward,
A beautiful study In plaster.
The Modern Fourth.
The one great trouble with the kid.
He makes It come too soon:
He takes his squib and pyramid
And sets them off In June.
New York Tribune: Many mothers who
ere zealous nbout the well-being of their
children, and who uttend to their dally
needs In the way of education, clothing
and food, with conscientious care, often
neglect til the stress of their strenuous liv
ing what Is most essential of all, 1. e.,
companionship with their boys and girls,
which lays the foundation for the friend
ship later on between parent and child
whlok Is so beautiful and so rare rare be
cause. although the latter may love hts
father and mother devotedly, he seldom
feels the sense of pleasure In their society
that he experiences with companions of
his own age. This feeling of comrade
ship a:.d Intimacy which most parents
would give worlds to have exist between
their children and themselves When the
tattei attain maturity, and yet take so
little trouble to firvtr when they ure
young, can enly lie acquired In early child
hood It Is In the nursery that the moth
er must become a playfellow and com
panion in order to become a friend in after
years; otherwise all she haa done for her
children—the self-sacrifice, the struggles,
the anxieties-alt go for naught In forming
* friendship, however much they may ax
«JUs gratitude and affection
(Copyright, 1904, by VV. R. Hearst.;
The door was torn open and an old,
bent woman burst into the drinking
room at a rate of speed aurprlsing in
any one of her age. The men who had
been drinking around one of the tables
Jumped to their feet, but a glance from
the woman made them sit down again.
Once inside the door, she sat down
near the fireplace and called out in her
shrill voice, ''Christina!"
A young woman who waited on the
customers came toward her slowly and
unwillingly.
"Throw some fresh wood on the fire.
I am cold."
The old woman was the owner of the
osterla, and Christina was her step
daughter A poor, miserable osterla It
was. located In a tumble down cottage
»t the foot of Monte Clinto, which
throws Its shadow across the valley of
Nlslo, into which the Corsican bandltB
(lee when they have become outlawed.
The osterla had been opened about
twenty years before, when Lucia, the
old woman, was still young, and mar
ried Christina's father, who was then
a. widower.
Christina grew up between these two
Naturally.
Tommy—Pupa, who wrote the poem
eitltled "Down In the Coal Mine?"
Papa Some one of the minor poets,
I Buppose.
"is it ho that lie’s head over heels In
debt ?’’
"Yes. He keeps his clothes In his
desk, and his unpaid bills in his ward
robe.”
Footpa',1 What did you say was your
nlsiness?
Mr. Trusty—Why, I am a coal dealer.
Footpad Here, take back your watch,
i don’t rob the profession.
■'I* he a man who Is eaBily discour
aged?"
"Hardly; he Is going to be married
lor the fourth time next week.”
people, who abused and Ill-treated her
all the time, and who worked her (tom
early dawn until long after midnight.
When the old woman had somewhat
recovered and strengthened herself
with a large glass of brandy, she
looked at the new customers as if to
discover If there was a traitor among
them, and then said: "The carabanlerl
are In the woods, and there is a prize
on Angelo’s head.”
If she had thrown a bomb among
these men the effect could not have
been more startling. Only Christina
did not move, though her face had
turned pale.
"How big is the prize?" she whisper
ed. Rut the old woman, afraid she had
already said too much, remained silent.
The next day was the Sunday of the
dead, and while the bells pealed and
everybody was kneeling on the grave
of some relative, Christina sneaked
out of the church and ran towards the
woods.
She did not stop until she came to a
little shanty far away up the side of the
mountain. Hesitatingly sha knocked at
the door, which was immediately open
ed.
Three men were sitting in the room
around a table playing cards. She
looked at them for a nloment and quiet
ly said:
"I will deliver Angelo into your
hands,” and tqld them how they might
easily catch him.
Her tale came clear and plain, but
never once dared to meet their glances
of contempt.
How could she know that, even if
she was fond of gold, she did not be
tray the life of this man for love of
money, but because she had no other
way of carrying out her vendetta. Was
It not perfectly right of her to take
revenge upon her enemies?
• * *
Evening had come. The clouds which
had concealed the sun from view all
day had disappeared, and the moon
was shining brightly, Illuminating ev
ery nook and corner of the cemetery of
the village.
A young splendidly built tnan is
kneeling down alongside a grave. His
hands are folded as If in prayer, but he
Is not praying. He Is thinking of the
past. He sees himself once more a
happy boy In the house of his mother,
who loved him better than her life.
He sees his mother as she looked when
his father had been laid to rest, all
In black and crying while clasping
him to her bosom. "I thank you, Lord,
that I have still my boy left to live for."
And he thought of the happy years
when she had given her love In full
measure to him and his little friend,
Christina.
Then he shudders when l>e remem
bers the day when his playmate had
answered him:
“You are too poor—there Is some
body else who wants to marry me. and
who is rich and can give me anything
I wish, forget your love of me, Angelo,
I am f;oing to marry Pedro.”
The same evening Pedro was killed
by a bullet which hit him squarely be
tween the eyes, and Angelo had lied
to the mountains.
When Angelo’s mother heard of her
son's crime, she dropped dead without
a sound. Also for her death Angelo
blamed the girl. He hated her, hated
her as much as he had loved her be
fore, and swore that as long as he lived
she should have no man to protect her.
Another man wooed her, but was
found shot between the eyes as was
Pedro, and since then no man had
dared to go near her.
Angelo's conscience did not trouble
hlin because of these murders: his only
sorrow was that his crime had killed
his mother, and every year on the Sun
day of the dead he risks his life to
kneel down at his mother's grave and
ask her forgiveness.
He Is so absorbed In his thoughts
that he does not hear a noise in the
bushes near the wall behind him. It Is
Christina, who is sneaking ahead of the
carabinieri, who must soon come to
arrest him. And then she will have
her gold, heaps of glittering gold,
enough to gratify all her wishes for
life.
She rejoices In the expectation of
soon being able to leave the osterla,
but when she sees the figure of her
childhood's friend kneeling at the grave
of his mother, she feels that she Is
playing the part of Judas against a
man whose only early crime Is that he
loved her too much and who must now
live the life of a hunted beast.
And the thought of the blood money
nearly choked her. She jumps to her
feet. This time Angelo has hoard and
he stands there rifle in hand ready to
shoot. His eye, however, recognizes
her as a woman and he lets her come
nearer.
“Angelo,” she cries, “for God's sake
Angelo flee. Run away as fast as you
can. They are coming."
"Who?"
"The carabinieri."
"How do you know?" ,
He seizes her hands in a grip of Iron
which nearly crushes every bone It it.
"Hun Angelo, run," she gasps.
“You miserable creature," he hisses
between his teeth, and draws Ills «*U
etto.
"Angelo. Angelo!” is all she ran say,
as she sinks down on the grave at his
feet. He raises the weapon to thrust
it Into her heart.
“Angelo, on your mother’s grave”—
His hund sinks down.
"You are right, you contemptible
creature. I will not shed your blood to
desecrate this holy spot, but 1 will get
revenge- -you shall see."
She falls to the ground in a swoon as
Ills experienced ear hears the sound'of
approaching steps and In one bound
he is on the other side of the wall.
A few seconds later the carabinieri
are In the graveyard. Clouds are again
hiding the moon, but In the dim light
they are still able to see the figure
prostrated on the grave.
How Is It possible that he has not
heard them. No. he must have heard
them long ago, and must have decided
to surrender, or maybe he was watch
ing Ills chance to shoot them down.
“Angelo," the officer In command of
the carabinieri shouts, "surrender or we
will shoot."
No sound. The figure does not stir.
"Surrender! there Is no escape, my
men are all around you!”
He docs not move.
For the third time the officer shouts
his warning, and when he gets no ans
wer he orders hts men to tire.
A cry pierces the air, and Christina
has paid the penalty of her crime.
While the landlady of the Hell Inn at
Tot well, England, was at dinner the
other day an aerolite crashed through
the room and exploded. Though the
house was considerably damaged, the
landlady escaped.
Twenty-three miles of American rail
rouds In 1330 expanded to over 200,00ft
I miles iu 1004.
EVERY DAY IS THE FOURTH THESE DAYS.
—Chopin in SL Louis Star.
CARRA WAY’S GRAND
GEYSER CASCADE
A Fourth of July Story.
From the Philadelphia Press.
“Uncle Major,’’ said Jack as he and
Mollie helped the major to remove his
hat and coat, 'do you think there’s
much danger In little boys having fire
crackers and rockets and pinwheels?”
“Or In little girls having torpeters?”
put in Mollie.
"Well, I don’t know,” the major an
swered warily. “What does your papa
say about it?”
'He thinks we ought to wait until
ve are older, but we don’t,' said Jack.
“Torpeters never sets nothing afire,*1
said Mollie.
"That’s true," said the major kindly;
“but, after all, your father is right.
Why, do you know what happened to
me when 1 was a boy?”
"Haven’t an idea,' said Jack.
"You burnt your thumb," said Mol
lle, ready to make a guess at it.
"Well, you get me a cigar, and I'll
tell you what happened to me when I
was a boy just because my father let
me have all the fireworks I wanted,
and then perhaps you will see how
wise your father is in not doing as you
wish him to.”
Jack readily found the desired cigar,
while Mollie brought the major a
natch, after which he settled down
comfortably in the hammock and
swinging softly to and fro, told his
story.
“My dear old father,” said he, “was
the most indulgent man that ever lived.
He'd give me anything in the world
that I wanted whether he could afford
it or not, only he had an original sys
tem of giving which kept him from
being ruined by indulgence of Ills chil
dren. He gave me a Hudson river
steamboat once without costing him a
cent. I saw it, wanted It, was liegin
ing to cry for It, when he patted me
on tlic head and told me I could have
it, adding, however, that 1 must never
take it away from the river or try to
run It myself. That satisfied me.
"All I wanted was the happiness of
feeling that it was mine, and my dear
old daddy gave me permission to feel
that way. The same thing happened
with reference to the moon. He gave
it to me freely and ungrudgingly. He
had received it from his father, he
said, and he thought he had owned it
long enough. Only, he added, us tie
laid about the steamboat, I must leave
it where It was and let other people
look at it whenever they wanted to
and not interfere if i found any other
little boys or girls playing with its
beams, which I promised and have
faithfully observed to this day. ’
"Of course from such a parent as
this, you may very easily sec. every
thing was to be expected on such a
day as the Fourth of July. He used
to let me have my own way at all
times, and it Is a wonder I wasn't
spoiled. 1 really can't understand how
it is that I have become the man I am
considering how I was indulged when
1 was small.
"However, like all boys. I was very
fond of celebrating the Fourth, and.
being a more or less ingenious boy. I
usually prepared my own fireworks
aiai many things happened which
might not otherwise have come to pass
if I had been properly looked after, as
you are. The first thing that hap
pened on the Fourth of July that would
a great deal better not have happened
was when L was—er—how old are you,
Jack
"Eight,” said Jack, "going on 9."
"That was exactly the ago I was at
the time," continued the major bland
ly—"lust nine to a day."
“Eight," I said," said Jack.
"Yes." nodded the major; "just eight,
but going on toward nine. My father
had given me $10 to spend on noises:
but. unlike most boys, I did not care so
much for noises us I did for novelties.
It didn't give me any particular pleas
ure to hear a giant cracker go off with
a bang. What 1 wanted to do most of
all was to get up some kind of an ex
hibition that would please »lie people
and that could be seen in daytime in
stead of at night, when everybody is
tired and sleepy. So Instead of spend
ing any money on firecrackers and tor
pedoes and rockets I spent $9 of it on
powder and $1 on putty blowers.
"What I wanted to do was to make
one grand effort and provide passersby
with a free exhibitions of what I was
going to call t'arraway’s Grand Gey
ser Cascade.’ To do this properly I
set my eye upon a fish pond not far
Tom the town hall. It was a very
deep pond and about a mile in circum
ference. Putty blowers were then sell
ing at live for a cent, and powder was
cheap us sand, owing to the fact that
the powder makers, expecting a war,
had made a hundred times as much as
was needed, and as their war didn't
I come they were willing to take almost
| anything they could get for it. The
' onsequence was that the powder I got
was sufficient in quantity to fill a rub
ber bag as large as five sofa cushions.
"This 1 sank in the middle of the
pond, without telling anybody what I
intended to do, and through the putty
blowers, sealed tightly together, end to
end, I conducted a fuse which I made
myself, from the powder bag to the
shore. My idea was that I could touch
the thing off. you know, and that about
sixty square feet of the pond would fly
up in the air and then fall gracefully
hack again. If it had worked as I ex
pected, everything would have been all
right, but it didn't. I had too much
powder. For ft second after I had lit
the fuse there came a muffled roar, and
the whole pond in a solid mass, fish
and all. went flying up in the air
and disappeared. Everybody was as
tonished: not a few more were very
much frightened. I was scared to
death, but I never let or to anyone that
I was the person who had blown the
pond off.
How high the pond went I don't
know, but I do know that for a week
there wasn’t any sign of it, and then,
most unexpectedly, out of what ap
peared to be a clear sky there came
the most extraordinary rainstorm you
over saw. it literally poured down
for two full days, and, what I alone
could understand, with it came trout
and sunflsh and minnows, and, most
singular to all but myself, an old
scow that was recognized as the prop
erty of the owner of the pond sudden
ly appeared in the sky falling toward
the earth at a fearful rate of speed.
When I saw the scow coming I was
more frightened than ever, because I
was afraid it might fall upon and kill
some of our neighbors. Fortunately,
however, this possible disaster was
averted, for it came down directly over
the sharp point lightning rod on the
tower of our public library and stuck
there like a piece of paper on a pin.
"The rain washed away several acres
of cultivated farms, but the loss of
crops and fences and so forth was
largely reduced by tke fish which came
with the storm. One fanner took a
rake and caught 300 pounds of trout,
forty pounds of sunflsh, eight turtles
and a minnow in his potato patch in
five minutes. Others were almost as
fortunate, but the damage was suffi
ciently large to teach me that parents
cannot be too careful about what they
let their children do on Independence
day.”
"And weren't you ever punished?”
asked Jack.
"No, Indeed," said the major. “No
body ever knew that I did it, because
I never told them—in fact, you are the
only two persons who have ever heard
about it, and you mustn't tell, because
there are still a number of farmers
ubout. that region who would sue me
for damages In case they knew that 1
was responsible for the accident."
July 4 a Slaughter Day.
Pearson's for July: That the Fourth has
developed Into a day to be feared as much
as honored Is a fact realized by the saner
men and women of the country.
The following table shows the Fourth
of July casualties of 1903 and 190-1, the only
two years for which statistics have been
gathered from the country aa a whole:
1903. 1904.
Died of tetanus . 406 91
Died from other causes. 60 92
Total of dead . 466 383
Dost sight of both eyes . 30 19
Dost sight of one eye . 75 61
Dost arms, hands and legs_ 54 61
Dost one or more fingers. 174 208
Other injuries .3.670 3.637
Injured, not fatally .3,983 3.996
Total dead and Injured.4.449 4,369
A Torpedo Hunt.
For the torpedo hunt the hostess has
J previously opened and hidden twelve pack
ages of torpedoes. Kach player receives
a belt from which hangs a little cartridge
bag made of khaki or duck. A strip of
khaki twenty-eight inches long and six
inches wide is folded and stitched for the
belt. It may be fastened with ball and
rocket fasteners. A square hag of the
khaki, 7 by 5 inches, is then attached to
the right side of the belt. From low limbs
of trees, among the roots and shrubs and
ledges of the piazza the treasures are
gathered and subsequently fired off.
Papier Mache Fireworks.
Fireworks in papier mache and in bon
bons are better than ever and wonderful ly
true to life. Pull the fuse of a giant fire
cracker and off comes a lid disclosing cost
ly bonbons. A box which perfectly repro
duces the package In which torpedoes are
‘old opens to disclose sweetmeats done up
In trl-colored tissue paper. Just as the
giant torpedoes are wrapped. These are
oapeolally auiied w children's parties.
THE FIRST FOURTH
IN THE PHILIPPINES.
- 1
“On the Fourth of July, 1899,” writes a
soldier who was with General Otis in Ma
nila on that day, “the main part of the
American troops were away in the interior
of the Philippines, strung out on long lines
in front of an active enemy. All our out
posts were close to the native camps. Not
only the men on post and in actual touch
with the enemy, but the reserves ae well,
were under strict orders to be ready at a
minute’s notice to meet an attack, Fourth
or no Fourth. These orders were obeyed.
By the way, up In San Fernando General
Young’s men were treated to a Fourth of
July salute from across the lines. The
Filipinos opened a fusillade about sun
down and outclassed all the fire cracker
fiends of Manila iri getting up a celebra
tion racket.
“However, all over the islands, even In
the isolated districts covered by our troops
in the Viscayas—that is, in Cebu, Negros
and Panay, where the garrisons were but
| handfuls in comparison to the natives un
• der arms or prepared for war—the holiday
I was formally observed.
“When the day was officially ushered
in by the bugle not^s of the army reveille
the regimental bands along the miles and
miles of camps, a perfect girdle across
Luzon and the Viscayas, played ‘The Star
Spangled Banner.’ At noon, when the
guns of the Sixth artillery tnunderod the
national salute on the Luneta at Manila
and the warships in the harbor and along
the coast echoed in response, the field bat
teries of the army all over Luzon swelled
the salvos; so, too, in Negros and Panay
and in the robber infested mountains of
Cebu. And to make the soldiers on routine
duty feel that they were Columbia’s chil
dren as well as her bodyguard every man
had an extra good dinner, served with the
best delicacies the camp and the available
markets afforded.
“The Escolta, which might be called the
Broadway of Manila, although it is a very
narrow street in point of fact, was alive A
with bunting. Every flag that had a 0
mission in the Philippines was In
evidence along the Escolta—Old Glory
bunting. Every Hag had a mission in the
here, there and everywhere, the
union jack ditto, then the red,
white and black standard of the German
fatherland, alternating with and peacefully
caressing the tricolor of La Belle France;
Spain’s flag was in the display and waved
as proudly as ever. There were flags, too,
of the. yollows and‘flags of the blacks—all
flags but Aguinaldo’s. But If Aguinaldo’s
standard was missed by any one on the
Escolta that day the disappointed indi
vidual didn’t let his neighbor know it.
“The Luneta was the scene of the real
show. The Luneta of Manila is a crescent
shaped plaza overlooking the beach. There
the bands play for the populace, and there
all the parades and public demonstrations
are hold. It was crowded like a country
fair ground on prize day.
“On the Luneta were held the formal
exercises, without which no Fourth of
July celebration is complete. School boys
in holiday attire gathered around the baiufr
stand made the most picturesque feature
of the scene. There was a swarm of them,
in clothes of variegated hues—Filipinos
and Japs and Chinese, trained to sing
patriotic songs in English.
“At first the school children were timid,
like average American children unu;‘ec| to
appearing in public. They began with
America,’ then struggled through ‘Hail *
Columbia* and ‘The Red, White and Blue.*
The band played popular airs between the
songs. Finally, when the enthusiasm was
verging on the bursting point, the little
ones gave their masterpiece, ‘The Star
Spangled Banner.’ Some of the im
promptu choruses at home would have
been put to the blush by that performance
on the Luneta. The soldiers cheered as
only soldiers can when 10,000 of them let
their lungs loose; flags waved all over the
plaza, and even old ocean became patriotic
and lashed the beach with great waves
like some monster eagle flapping his
wings in a frenzy of delight. This was the
climax. After that Uncle Sam’s celebra
tion dominated Manila. The transplanted
holiday was a ‘go!’ ’’
The Republic’s Success.
From Daniel Webster’s Address in Con
gress, July 4, 1851.
I now' do declare, in the face of all the
intelligence of the age, that, for the period
which has elapsed from the day that
Washington laid the foundation of this
capltol to the present time, there has been
no country upon earth in which life, liber
ty and property have been more amply
and steadily secured or more freely en
joyed than in these United States of
America. * • • Who Is there that can
stand upon the foundation of facts, ac
knowledged or proved, and assert that
these our republican institutions have not
answered the true ends of government be
yond all precedent in human history?
