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    THE MAID 2f MAIDEN LANE
Sequel to " The Dow of Orange Ribbon.”
A llOVE STORY BY AMELIA E. BARR
(Copyright, lW), by Amelia E. Barr)
CHAPTER IV.—(Continued.)
“My dear, dear grandfather, you
carry wisdom with you! Oh, wise,
wise grandfather! You have made
me happy to a degree!”
“Very well, but say not that I
gave you such counsel. When your
father speaks to me. as he is certain
to do, then I will say such and such
words to him; but my words in your
mouth will be a great offence, and
very justly so, for it is hard to carry
words, and carry nothing else. \our
dear mother—how is she?”
“Well and happy. But my father is
not so happy. ! can see that he is
wearied of ever> thing."
“Not here, is his heart. It is in
England. If of Liberty I now speak
to him. he has a smile so hopeless
that both sad and angry it makes me.
No faith has he left in any man, ex
cept Washington; and I think, also, he
is disappointed that Washington was
, not crowned King George the First.
At this poin» in the conversation
Van Heeni3kirk was called to the door
about some business matter and
George was left alone with his grand
mother. She put the cups quickly
down, and going to George s side,
said:
“Cornelia Moran spends this even
ing with her friend Arenta Van Ariens.
Well then, would thou like an excuse
to call on Arenta?”
“Oh, grandmother! Do you indeed
know Arenta? Can you send me
there?”
“Since she was one month old I have
known Arenta. This morning, she
came here to borrow for her Aunt
Jacobus my ivory winders. For thy
pleasure 1 will get them, and thou canst
take them this evening to Arenta.
“O you dear, dear grandmother!"
and he stood up. and lifted her ru-y
face between his hands and kissed
her.
‘■Get me the winders, gror.umotner;
for now you have given me a reason
to hurry.”
Then she went into the best parlor,
and opening one of the shutters let in
sufficient light to And in the drawer
of a little Chinese cabinet some ivory
winders of very curious design and
workmanship. She folded them in soft
tissue paper and handed them to her
grandson with a pleasant nod; and the
young man slipped them into his
pocket, ar.d then went hurriedly away.
Doubting and hoping, he reached
the Van Ariens’ house soon after seven
o’clock. It was not quite dark, and
Jacob Van Ariens stood on the stoop,
smoking his pine.
‘‘Good evening, sir,” said George
with smiling politeness. “Is Miss Van
Ariens within?”
"within? Yes. But company she
has to-night” said the watchful
father, as he stood suspicious and im
movable in the entrance.
“I have come with a message to
Miss Van Ariens."
“A very fine messenger!" answered
Van Ariens. slightly smiling.
"A fine lady deserves a fine messen
ger. But, sir, if you will do my er
rand for me, I am content. 1 have
brought from Madame Van Heemskirk
some ivory winders for Madame Ja
cobus.”
"Come in, come in, and tell my
Arenta the message thyself. Welcome
art thou'.’ and Van Ariens himself
opened the parlor door, saying:
"Arenta. here is George Hyde. A
message he brings for thy Aunt An
gelica.”
And while these words were be
!ng uttered, George delighted Ills eyes
with the vision of Cornelia, who sat
at a small table with some needlework
“I have come with a message."
In her hand. Arenta's tattiDg was over
her foot, and 6he had to remove It in
order to rise and meet Hyde. Rem
sat idly fingaring a pack of playing
cards and talking to Cornelia.
In a few moments, Arenta's pretty
enthusiasms and welcomes dissipated
all constraints, and Hyde placed his
chair among the happy group and fell
easily into his most charming mood.
They sang, they played, they had a
game at whist, and everything that
happened was in some subtle, secret
way, a vehicle for Hyde's love to ex-’
press itself.
About half past nine, a negro came
with Cornelia's cloak and hood. George
folded the warm circular round Cor
nelia's slight figure; and then watched
her tie her pretty pink hood, managing
amid the pleasant srir of leave-taking
to whisper some words -hat sang all
night like sweetest music in her heart.
At the leave taking he heard a few
words which gave him a delightful
assurance of coming satisfaction. For
as the two girls stood in the hall,
Arenta said:
‘‘You will come over in the morn
ing, Cornelia?”
‘‘I cannot.” answered Cornelia.
“After breakfast I have to go to Rich
mond Hill with a message from my
mother to Mrs. Adams.”
And George, hearing these words,
could hardly control his delight. For
he was one of Mrs. Adams’ favorites,
and so much at home in her house
that he could visit her at any hour of
the day without a ceremonious invita
tion.
He took a merry leave of Arenta,
and went directly to his rooms. "'Tis
my destiny! ‘Tis my happy destiny
to love her!" he said softly to himself.
“I shall tell Mrs. Adams how far gone
in love I am,” he continued. “I shall
say to her. ‘Help me. madamt1, to an
opportunity’: and I think she will not
refuse. As for my father, I heard
him this morning with as much pa
tience as any Christian could do; but.
I am resolved to marry Cornelia. I
will not give her up: not for an earl
dom! Not for a dukedom! Not for
the crown of England!”
Joris Hyde allowed the sweet emo
tions Cornelia had inspired to have,
and to hold, and to occupy his whole
being. Sleep was a thousand leagues
away, and he flung open the casement
and sat in a beatitude of blissful
hopes and imaginations.
And after midnight, when dreams
fall, the moon came up over Nassau
and Cedar streets and threw poetic
glamors over the antique churches, and
grassy graveyards, and the pretty
houses, covered with vines and
budding rosebushes; and this soft
shallow of light calmed and charmed
him.
"It is a sign to me! It is a sign!
So will 1 put away every baffling hin
drance between Cornelia and myself.
Barriers will only be as those vapor
ous clouds. 1 shall part them with
my strong resolves—I shall—I shall—
1—" and lie fell asleep with this sense
of victory thrilling his whole being.
CHAPTER V.
Turning Over a New Leaf.
When Hyde awakened, he was in
that borderland between dreams and
day which we call dawn. The noises
finally woke him thoroughly. "I am
more alive than eyer I was in my life."
he said; and he laughed gayly, and
went to the window. “It is a lovely
day: and that is so much in my
favor," he added, “for if it were rain
ing. Cornelia would not leave the
house.”
Then he fell into reverie about his
proposed visit to Mrs. Adams. Last
night it appeared to hint an easy and
natural thing to do. He was not
so sure of his position this morning.
But there are times when laissez
aller carries before it, and Hyde was
in just such a mood. * “I’ll run the
chance,” he said. “I'll risk it. I’ll
let things take their course.” And
after all, when a man is in love, to be
reasonable is often to be cowardly.
When he was dressed he went to
his hotel and breakfasted there.
Early as it was. there were many
members and senators present—eat
ing. drinking coffee and disputing.
Hyde took no notice of any of these
disputes until a man—evidently an
Englishman—called Franklin “a beg
gar-on-horsebaek-Yankee.” Then he
looked steadily at the speaker, say
ing with the utmost coolness and
firmness:
“You are mistaken, sir. The beg
gar-on-horseback is generally suppos
ed to ride to the devil. Franklin
rode to the highest posts of political
honor and the esteem and affection of
worthy men in all the civilized
world.”
With these words he rose, pushed
aside his chair with a little temper,
and, turning, .met Jefferson fare to
face. The great man smiled, and put
his hand affectionately on Hyde’s
shoulder.
“You spoke well, my young friend.
Now, I will give you a p>iece of advice
—when any one abuses a great man
in your presence, ask them what
kind of people they admire. You will
certainly be consoled.”
Hyde, casting his eyes a moment
on this tall, loose-limbed man, whose
cold blue eyes and red hair empha
sized the stern anger of his whole
appearance, was well disposed to
leave the scurrilous Englishman to
his power of reproof.
Riding hard, it was quite half past
nine when be drew rein at the door
of Richmond Hill. Thus far, he had
suffered himself to be carried for
ward by the Impulse of his heart,
and he still put firmly down any won
der as to what he should say or do.
He was shown into a bright little
parlor with open windows. A table,
elegantly and plentifully spread, oc
cupied the center of the room: and
sitting as it were the vice president
and Mrs. Adams and also their only
daughter, the beautiful, but not very
intellectual, Mrs. Smith. Mrs. Adams
met him with genuine, though for
mal kindness; Mrs. Smith with court
esy, and the vice president rose,
bowed handsomely, hoped he was
well, and then after a minute's re
flection said:
“We were talking about the offi
cial title proper IV Gen. Washington.
What do you thick. Lieutenant? Or
have you heard Gen. Hyde express
any opinion on the subject?”
' Sir. I do not presume to under
stand the ceremonials of government.
My father is of the opinion that ‘The
President of the United States’ has a
Roman and republican simplicity, and
that any addition to it would be de
rogatory and childish.”
“My dear young man, the eyes ol
the world are upon us. To give a
title to our leaders and rulers belongs
to history. In the Roman republic
great conquerors assumed even dis
tinctive titles, as well as national
ones."
“Then our Washington is superior
to them.”
“Chief Justice McKean thinks 'His
Serene Highness the President of the
United States’ is very suitable. Roger
Sherman is of the opinion that
neither ‘His Highness' nor ’His Ex
cellency’ are novel and dignified
enough; and Gen. Muhlenberg says
Washington himself is in favor of
‘High Mightiness,’ the title used by
the Stadtholder of Holland.”
“And how will you vote, John?”
asked Mrs. Adams.
“In favor of a title. Certainly, I
i-v*y
He flung open the casement.
shall. Your Majesty is a very good
prefix. It would draw the attention
of England and show her that we
were not afraid to assume 'the majes
ty’ of our conquest."
‘‘And if you were to please France,"
continued Mrs. Adams, "which
seems the thing in fashion, you
might have the prefix ‘Citizen.’ ‘Citi
zen Washington’ is not had."
"It is execrable, Mrs. Adams, and
I am ashamed that you should make
it, even as a pleasantry.”
“Indeed, my friend, there is no fore
telling what may be. And, after all,
I do believe that the President re
gards his citizenship far above his
office. What say you. Lieutenant?"
“I think, madame, that fifty, one
hundred, one thousand years after
this day, it will he of little import
ance what prefix is put before the
name of the President. He will be
simply George Washington in every
heart and on every page.”
"That is true,” said Mrs. Adams.*
“Fame uses no prefixes. It is Pom
pey, Julius Caesar, Pericles, Alfred,
Hampden. Oliver Cromwell.”
"Washington will do for love and
for fame,” continued Hyde. The next
generation may say Mr. Madison, or
Mr. Monroe or Mr. Jay: but they will
want neither prefix nor suffix to
Washington, Jefferson, Franklin—
and, if you permit me, sir—Adams.”
The Vice President was much
pleased. He said “Pooh! Pooh!” end
stood up and stepped loftily across
the hearth rug, but the subtle compli
ment went warm to his heart.
“Well, well,” he answered, “heart
ily, and from ottr souls, we must do
our best, and then trust to Truth and
Time, our name and our memory.
But l must now go to town—our af
fairs give us no holidays.”
(To be continued.)
BRAVERY, AND TRUE COURAGE.
Japanese Sure He Would Be Killed,
But Didn't Mind.
The little lieutenant who lived just
across the street from O. K. Davis, the
New York Sun’s war correspondent in
Tientsin, said to him one day:
“I should be very happy to have you
visit me in my home in Japan after
tnis war Is over, but 1 expect to be
killed.”
He was perfectly sincere and unaf
fected. His belief did not alter his at
tention to duty in the slightest. He
w-ent wherever he was ordered as gay
ly as if It were to a feast, no matter
if the field was swept with bullets.
When I saw him In Peking a day or
so after the legations had been re
lieved he said simply: "Perhaps 1
shall not be killed this time after all.”
Would you call it courage when
such a man as that leads a little col
umn against a stone wall, and when
he can’t get over at first, sits down
and waits until he can? He hasn’t
any conception of courage. He is
brave, but with the bravery of a bull
dog.
There is more real courage in the
old hen fluttering over her little chick
ens to protect them from the threat
ening hawk. If it were not for them
she would flee fast enough ficm the
danger.
There you have the essential differ
ence between courage and bravery,
and between the American soldier and
the Japanese or Russian. The Orien
tals. counting the Russian as an Ori
ental. are dangerous men to meet be
cause they have no care for the result i
How much more dangerous is the I
mau who sees through to the end and
discounts it all, yet goes ahead to the
desperate finish.—Everybody’s Mag^ j
zine.
INTERESTS CONFLICT
WHAT THE EAST WANTS THE
WEST DOES NOT.
New England Asks Free Trade for
Coal and Protection for Codfish,
Whlie the Far West Objects to the
Arrangement as Unjust.
The Boston Herald, which has
always been more or less devoted to
the free trade idea, has published re
cently several lengthy articles favor
ing the removal of all duties upon
coal, either by direct legislation or
through the negotiation of a reciproc
ity treaty with Canada. The point of
this is that Massachusetts does not
produce coal, and it is believed that
if there were free entry of Nova
Scotia coal in the mining of which
New England capital is largely inter
ested, Massachusetts would profit in
two ways, by cheaper coal in her
markets and by larger profits for the
capital invested in mining in a for
eign country. As a sample of tho
statements by which the Herald
backs up its arguments, take the fol
lowing: “The natural coal supply
of the Pacific coast has thus far been
the coal mines of British Columbia."
The natural coal supply of the Pa
cific coast is and has been the coal
mines of the State of Washington,
mines which at this time employ
5,000 men, aud the product of which
reaches annually 2,690,789 tons, val
ued at $5,300,854.22. It is this Indus
try of the State of Washington which
Massachusetts is prepared cheerfully
to sacrifice in order to secure some
slight local advantages.
For the purpose of making an argu
ment which Massachusetts can under
stand, the coal mining industry can
be compared with the cod fishing in
dustry of Massachusetts. There are
more men employed in the coal mines
of Washington than in the cod fisher
ies of Massachusetts, and the value
of their product is greater. Canada
is more the natural source of supply
of cod fish on the Atlantic than of
coal on the Pacific. The admission of
coal free of duty would be far more
detrimental to the interests of the
State of Washington than the free
admission of cod fish would be to the
interests of the State of Massachu
setts. The admission of either
would be to the advantage of Canada.
Of the two, Canada would be willing
to make far greater concessions to
secure the free entry of her cod fish
eries products into the United States
than to secure the free entry of coal.
If the interests of consumers in the
United States are to govern, free cod
fish would be of infinitely greater
value and to a vastly greater number
of consumers, scattered over a much
wider scope of territory, than would
free coal.
Here is the situation then: There
Is a protected New England industry
of not so much commercial value as
the coal industry of tho State of
Washington, employing fewer people
and distributing less wages, the pro
tection of which tends to exclude
from the markets * of the United
States a Canadian food product
which Is a common article of diet in
the homes of the working people of
the United States from one end of
the continent to the other. There
is more valuable protected industry
In the relatively small and poor State
of Washington, the protection upon
which operates merely to secure to
the people of Washington a relatively
small local market and leaves un
affected the great mass of the people
of the country. Canada is prepared
to make far greater concessions to
secure the withdrawal of protection
from the New England Industry than
it would make to have protection
withdrawn from the Washington in
dustry, and far more American con
sumers would profit by free cod fish
than by free coal. Massachusetts
wants reciprocity with Canada to en
large her trade opportunities in the
Dominion. Washington cares nothing
for such reciprocity.
Under these circumstances the
honest, the decent and the fair thing
to do would be for Massachusetts
herself to pay the price of the reci
procity which she demands and
which would be largely for her bene
fit; not to attempt to throw the cost
upon a state which has less to ofTer
to Canada, which does not desire
reciprocity and which would secure
no trade advantages through it, but
rather nothing but injury.
Massachusetts has raised the cry
of “free coal.” Washington counters
with the demand for “free cod fish.”
If the Boston Herald and the Massa
chusetts sentiment which it repre
sents are honeest and sincere in their
convictions of the advisability of reci
procity arrangements with Canada,
they should be prepared to sacrifice
local interests to it, and not cross
the continent for the purpose of
throwing the whole burden upon the
8tate of Washington, as they are
desirous of doing.—Seattle Post
Intelligencer.
Legislating by Treaty.
Reports from Washington Indicate
that the Cuban reciprocity treaty
will be rejected if brought to a vote
in the Senate. Republican senators
with beet sugar constituencies have
served notice on the administration
leaders that they will be forced to
oppose ratification of the treaty. As
it requires a two-thirds vote of the
Senate to secure ratification of a
treaty, there is little likelihood of its
being approved.
It is singular that the administra
tion should have undertaken to
secure our “plain duty” to Cuba by
treaty. At the last session of Con
gress a bill to reduce the duty on
Cuban products passed the House of
Representatives and was defeated in
the Senate, Obviously if a bill conld
not be passed, it is little less than
folly to expect a treaty, proposing to
accomplish the same ends, to be rati
fied.
There is opposition by Democratic
Senators to the treaty on the ground
that it Involves an unconstitutional
method for reducing the tariff. The
constitution contemplates that all
revenue measures shall originate in
the House of Representatives and be
acted upon by both branches of Con
gress. The reciprocity method of
reducing duties eliminates the House
of Representatives, the only really
representative branch of the Federal
government, and places the power in
the hands of the executive and the
Senate.
The objection is well taken. Tar
iff legislation by treaty is repugnant
to our scheme of government, and an
obnoxious and unwarranted use of
the treaty-making power.—Milwaukee
News.
TRADE OF 1902.
Marked Gain In the Volume of Ex
ports and Imports.
The table of imports and exports
of the United States for the twelve
months ending with January, 1903,
shows an unusual fluctuation in ex
ports because of crop shortage and
consequent increased prices of food
stufTs, and it also shows a steady in
crease in importations from the low
point of $68,350,459 in February, 1902,
to the high point of $94,356,987 in
December, 1902. The exports also
show a marked increase from the
midsummer minimum of $88,240,483
in July, to $148,012,403 in December.
In spite of smaller exports owing to
exceptional conditions, and in spite
of the largest Imports for any year
in the history of our commerce, the
figures show a comfortable trade bal
ance In favor of the United States
amounting to close upon $400,000,000.
If the advocates of “potential compe
tition" through the larger admission
of competitive products from abroad
had had their way, it is certain that
the trade balance for 1902 would
have been very much smaller.
The following table shows the
total imports and exports of the
United States in each of the twelve
months ending with January, 1903:
Month. Imports. Exports.
February _$68,350,459 $101,569,695
March . 84,227,082 106,749,401
April . 76,822,268 109,169,873
May . 75,689,087 102,321,531
June . 73,115,054 89,240,483
July . 79,147,874 88,790,627
August . 78,923,281 94,942,310
September .. 87,736,346 121,232,384
October . 87,419,138 144,327,428
November .. 85,386,170 125,200,620
December ... 94,356,987 148,012,403
January(1903) 85,109,891 134,040,932
Totals ... $975,283,637 $1,365,600,704
Threatened by a Wave of Disaster.
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A Coincidence!
We note with some concern that
Gov. Cummins—perhaps because of a
bad throat, toothache, or other form
of indisposition—has not found it
convenient to accept any invitations
to Bpeak at agricultural gatherings iv
the past few months. Not long a;Q
his name was mentioned among th<g*
invited to address the national con
vention of live stock growers at
Kansas City. He did not appear at
that convention. He has not talked
to farmers for some time. One would
think that so strenuous a tariff re
former as the governor is would with
avidity improve opportunities to
spread the “Iowa idea” of potential
competition as a price cutter among
agricultural communities. He has
found it possible on numerous occa
sions to talk reciprocity, tariff revis
ion and trust busting at gatherings of
manufacturers, but his throat or
something seems to go wrong when*
ever it comes to presenting his views
before gatherings of people who make
their living out of the soil. Farmers
are such sound protectionists that it
seems strange to find Gov. Cummins
so reluctant to propagate the “Iowa
idea" among them.
The Only Hope.
The only hope for a campaign issue
for the Democrats lies in the question
of tariff revision. Being a “free
trade” party they will be obliged to
greatly revise their tariff policies, for
they will certainly not find free trade
or tariff for revenue only a winning
card with the businesss community
, or even the producers. They have
tried that policy once before and its
adoption brought universal ruin and
bankruptcy.—Dayton (Fla.) Journal.
Dying Away.
The Western demand for tariff re
vision is dying away as time goes on
and the present tariff continues to
prove its merits.—Waterloo (111.) Re
publican.
HOW HE MISSED $35,000,000.
Five Minutes Earlier and He Would
Have Owned De Beers.
F. W. Salzman, the oldest 8outh
African colonist, missed by about five
minutes the acquisition of a fortune
of over $35,000,000—the great De
beers diamond fields, now one of the
richest mines in the world
He was surveying Griqualand when
the original owner of the famous
farm. W. De fleers, held it. It was
then about as barren and hopeless
looking a tract as any in Africa, and
De Beers, with endless hard work
from morning till night, and very lit
tle help, had all he could do to scrape
a living out of the place
There was hardly any water, and
grass was scarce and poor; the total
profits only amounted to a pound o,
two per month. When Mr. Salzman
had completed his survey De Beers
tired of profitless toll on his patch of
sunburnt desert, offered to let him
have the farm in exchange for a waist
coat.
Mr. Salzman refused at first, and
then said he would think about it. He
went, to Cape Town later on, where
he heard strange rumors of lucky
finds in the district he had left.
The next time he trekked that way
he went sixty miles out of his road
to see De Beers and clinch the bar
gain offered. He found a stranger's
wagon and oxen “outspanned” at the
farm when he arrived.
Its owner had come only a few min
utes before and had already made an
offer for the farm, which was accept
ed.—Stray Stories.
THOUGHT THE CATSUP GOOD.
And Not Until Next Morning Did He
Know What He Had Taken.
Mr. Robinson is inordinately fond
cf catsup. When he went into the
pantry Just before going to bed It was
for the purpose of getting a sandwich
for he was hungry.
“Where’s the catsup?" he called to
his wife, after he had found the pile
of sandwiches.
"It's there on the shelf. Do you
want a light?" his wife replied.
"No,” said Robinson, as he groped
In the dark until he found a bottle.
He pulled out the cork, poured a
lot on the sandwich and then began
eating.
“That's good catsup," he said to his
wife as he was going to bed, “but it
has a peculiar flavor."
Hi the morning, when Mrs. Robin
son went to the pantry, she gasped.
Then she ran out to where her hus
band was sitting ready for breakfast.
“Well, 1 never!" she exclaimed. “Ous
Robinson, do you know what you did?”
“Did?” said Robinson. "What do
you mean?"
"Why, you silly man,” replied the
wife, “you poured cough medicine on
your sandwich, and thought it was
catsup."
Too Many Classics.
I'm a barbarous person, I freely confess.
Although the admission occasions distress.
When l go to it gloomy and somnolent
play.
If I yawn friends are sure to look stsrn
ly and say:
"It's a classic."
If I go to a concert and patiently hear
A succesion of sounds which my sensi
tive ear
Resents I allude with respect to the same.
For someone Shat’s cultured is sure to
exclaim :
"It's a classic.”
When a statue I see with Impossible pose.
And. to my way of thinking, deficient iu
clothes.
To express my opinion I never should dare
For someone I know will look pained ami
declare:
"It’s u classic."
And so I'll go plodding my work a-<fcry
way.
If such Is my fate, why, I shall not aay
nay.
As a rule 1 shall take it with sentiments
; bland
Whene'er I see sometbiug 1 can t under
stand—
"It s a classic.”
A Senator Off Guard.
The Senator sat in his library and
gazed into the fire. After a while he
drew a bunch of keys from his pocket
and unfastened a drawer in his writ
ing table; evidently it was not often
used, for the lock was rusty.
He took out a small velvet case, and
opening it gazed intently into the eyes
which smiled up at his. The Senator's
own eyes grew rather misty as he
looked, and he passed his hand hastily
across them. Something fell from the
case, and he stooped to pick it up; it
proved to be a ring of soft brown
hair, and he drew It gently through
bis Angers before replacing it.
The Senator closed the case and re
turned the picture to the drawer. Then
he resumed his chair before the fire.
“Poor little Molly,” he said at last,
as he unfolded his newspaper, “poor
little girl.”
Then he found the editorial page
and turned up the light.—New York
Press.
Odd Definitions.
"Amusing and ridiculous answers
to examination questions are fairly
common in graded public schools
everywhere. I suppose," said a teach
er at the Richmond (Va.) High and
Normal school, a public institution for
the higher education of the colored
race, "but an example recently hand
ed in by a girl at least 18 years of age
surpasses anything of this kind I have
heard yet.
“Being required to define the word
‘tithe’ and compose a sentence show
ing its use. her paper read: ’Tithe,
something that binds, love, friendship.
“Blest be the tithe that binds.” ’
"A scarcely less amusing answer
was given by another pupil:
" ‘Upbraid, to braid up. She up
braided her hair. To lift up. They
upbraided their hero who was dead
with their bayonets.’ ”