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CHAPTER II. Continued.)
It wan n beautiful, clear, mlUl night;
nil seated on the benches on the tor
aeo there wero several groups of peo
Jd among them two or three Utile.
A Wlnterbourne passed thetu, he- could
not but think of Yolando'a complaint
that she hail nover even once been in tho
House of Common. These were, no
iloubt. the daughters or wire or sisters
of number; why should not Yolande also
Iks nlttliiK there? John Shortlands had
harp eyes; anil he Instantly guessed
from bin frtend'a manner that something
had happeued.
"More trouble?" said he, regarding
him.
"Yes," said the other. "Well. I don't
mind I don't mind, aa far n I am con
cerned. It I no new thins."
"I hare told you all along. Winter
bourne, that you brought It on yourself.
You should ha taken the bull by the
horn "
"It la too late to talk of It never mind
that now," he anld. Impatiently. "It Is
about Yolando I want to apeak to you."
"Yes?"
"You won't guess what I am anxious
for now," ho said with a sort of uncer
tain laugh. "You won't guess It In a
month, Shortlands. I am anxious to ee
Yolando married."
"Faith, that needn't trouble yon." said
the big Ironmaster bluntly. "There'll be
no dlfflculty about that. Yolande has
grown Into a thundering handsome girl.
And they say," he addod. Jocosely, "that
her father Is pretty well off."
"She cannot remain longer at any
school, and I don't like tearing her to
herself at Oatlands Park or any similar
Elace, Toor child t Do you know what
er own plans are) She wanta to be my
prlrate aecretary."
"Nonsense, nonsense, man. Of course
a girl like Yolande will get married.
Your prlrate secretary! How long would
It last I Docs she look like the sort of a
girl who ought to be smothered up In
correspondence or listening to debates?
And If you're In such a mighty hurry to
Bt rid of her If you want to get her
married at once. I'll tell you a safe and
eure war send her for a royage on a
steamer."
"I think I shall take Yolande away
for another long trip somewhere, I don't
care where; bnt the moment I find my
self on the deck of a ship, and Yolande
beside me, then I feel as If all care had
dropped away from me. I feel safe; I
can breathe freely. Oh, by the way, I
meant to ask If yon knew anything of a
GoL Graham? You hare been so often
to Scotland shooting. I thought you
might know. Inrcrstroy, I think, la the
name of his place."
"Oh, that Graham. Yes, I should think
so a lucky beggar. Inverstroy fell
plump Into his hands nomo three or four
years ago quite unexpectedly one of
the finest estates In Invernesshlre. I
don't think India will see him again."
"Ills wife seems a nice sort of wom
an," said Mr. Wlnterbourne. with the
lightest touch of interrogation.
"I don't know her. She is his second
wife. She is a daughter of Lorn Lynn."
"They are down at Oatlands Just now.
Yolande has made their acquaintance,
and they hare been Tery kind to her.
' Well, this Col Graham was saying the
other erenlng that he felt as thotigb he
bad been long enough In the old country,
and would like to take a trip as far as
Maluta or Suex or Aden, Jast to renew
his acquaintance with the old route. In
fact, they propose that Yolande and I
aheuld join them."
"The Tery thing!" said John Short
lands, facetiously. "What did I say? A
Toy age will marry off anybody who la
willing to marry."
"I meant nothing of the kind," said
the other, somewhat out of temper. "Yo
lande may not marry at alt. If I went
with these friends of hers, It would not
be 'to get rid of her.'"
"I hope she'll find a young fellow who
(a worthy of her, for she la a thundering
good girl, that's what I think, and who
orer he Is he'll get a prlio though I
don't Imagine you will be orcr-well dis
posed toward him, old chap."
"If Yolande la happy, that will be
enough for me."
Dy this time the terrace waa quite de
serted; and after aome little further chat
they turned into the House, where they
separated, Wlnterbourne taking his seat
below the gangway on the gorernment
aide, John Sbortland depositing his mag
nificent bulk on one of the opposition
benches.
There was a general hum of conversa
tion. There was also aome laborious dis
course going iorward.
What dreams visited the member for
Blagpool, as be sat with his eyes dis
traught? Hi getting up aome fateful
erenlng to more a rote of want of con
fidence in the gorernment? Ills appear
ance on the platform of the Slagpool Me
chanics' Institute, with the great mass of
people rising and cheering and waring
their handkerchiefs? Or perhaps some
day for who could tell what change
the years might bring? his taking his
place on the Treasury bench there?
He had got hold of a blue book. It
waa the Report of a Royal Commission;
bat of course all the corer of the folio
volume waa not printed over there were
blank spaces. And the member for
Blagpool began Idly and yet thoughtfully
o pencil certain letters up at one corner
of the blue coTer. He waa a long time
about it; perhaps he saw pictures aa he
slowly and contemplatlrely formed each
letter; perhaps no one but himself could
hare made out what the uncertain pen
ciling meant, nut it was not of politics
he waa thinking. The letters that he
bad faintly penciled there that be waa
still wistfully regarding aa though they
could show him things far away form
ed the word YOLANDE. It waa like a
lorer.
CHAPTER III.
Next morning Mr. Wlnterbourne'a ner
Toua anxiety to get Yolande away at
once out of London waa almost pitiable
to witness. Yolande waa greatly disap
pointed. She had been aecretly nursing
the hope that at last she might be allow
d to remain to London, In some capacity
or another, a the constant companion of
her father. Yet, when once they were
really on their way from lotulon tier
father's manner seemed to gain so much
In cheerfulness that she could hardly be
sorry they had left. She had not notic
ed that he had been more anxious and
nervous that morning than usual; but
she could not fall to remark how much
brighter his look was now they were out
tu the clear air.
"Yolande." said he. "I had a talk
with John Shortlands last night. I half
threatened to throw up my place In Par
liament, and then the arrangement would
le that you and I, Yolande, should start
away together and roam all orer the
world, amusing ourselvca going Just
where we liked you and I all by our
selves." "You would become tired of bolus
amused. You could not always trarel,"
she said. She put her hand on his hand.
"Ah, I see what It Is," she said, with a
little laugh. "You are concealing. That
Is your kindness, papa. You think 1 am
too much alone; It Is not enough that
you sacrifice to-day, to-morrow, next day,
to me: but you wish to make a sacrifice
altogether; and you protend you are tired
of politics. Hut you cannot maka me
blind to It. I sec oh, quite clearly 1
can see through your pretense!"
A new suggestion entered his mind. He
glanced at the girl opposite him tim
idly and anxiously.
"Yolande," said he, "I I wonder now
I suppose at your age well. haTe you
erer thought of getting married?"
She looked np at him with her clear,
frank eyes, and when she was startled
like that her mouth had a slight pathetic
droop, that made her face sensltlre and
charming.
"Why, hundreds and hundreds and
hundreds of times!" she exclaimed, still
with her soft clear eyes wondering. "Of
course, when I say 1 hare thought hun
dreds of time it Is about not getting
married that I mean. No. That is my
resolution. Oh. many a time I hare said
that to myself. I shall not marry
nerer no one."
"Oh, but, Yolande, that Is absurd. Of
course you will marry. Of course you
must marry."
"When you put me away, papa. Yes,"
she continued quite simply. "That was
what madam used to say. She used to
say, 'If your papa marries again, that
Is what you mutt expect. It will be, bet
ter for you to leave tho house. Hut
your papa Is rich; you will hare a good
portion; then you will find some one to
marry you, and give you also an estab
lishment.' 'Very well.' I said, 'but that
Is going too far, madam; and until my
papa tell me to go away I shall not go
away, and there Is not any necessity that
I shall marry any one. "
"I wish madam had minded her own
affairs." Mr. Wlnterbourne said, angrily.
"I am not likely to marry again. I shall
not marry again. Hut as for you well,
don't you see, child I I can't lire for
erer; and yon hare got no rery msr
relatives; and besides, living with rela
tives Isn't always the pteasantest of
things; and I should like to see your fu
ture quite settled."
He found It was no use trying to talk
Jo her seriously about this matter. She
laughed It aside. She did not believe
there was any fear about her future.
Sbo was all content with the world as
It existed.
The Grahams were the Tery first peo
ple they saw when they reached Oat
lands. CoL Graham a tall, stunt, grtc
sled, good-natured looking man was ly
ing back in a garden seat, while his wife
was standing close by, calling to her
baby, which plump small person was
vainly trying to walk tu her, under tho
guidance of an ayah, whose dusky skin
and silver ornaments and flowing gar
ments of Indian red looked picturesque
enough on an English lawn. Mrs, Gra
ham was a pretty woman, of middle
height, and professed herself orerjoyed
when Mr. Wlnterbourne said there was a
chance of his daughter and himself Join
ing her and her husband on their sug
gested trip; but the lair, good-humored
looking soldier glanced up from bis paper
and said;
"Look here, Polly, It's too absurd.
What would people say? It's all rery
well for you and me; we are old Indians
and don't mind; but if Mr. Wlnterbourne
Is coming with us and you, Mis Win
ter bourne we must do something more
reasonable and Christian-like than sail
out to Sues or Aden and back, all fur
nothing."
"Hut nothing conld suit ns better," Yo
lande's father said indeed, he did not
mind where or why he went, so long as
be got away from England, and Yolande
with him.
"Oh, but we must do something," Col.
Graham said. "Look here. When wo
were ut Pesbawur a young fellow came
up there you remember young Umat,
Polly? well, I was of some little as
sistance to him, and be said any time we
wanted to see something of the Nile I
could bare bis father's dababeah or
rather one o,' them, for his father la Gov
ernor of MerbadJ, and a bit of a swell, I
fancy. There yon aro, now. That would
be something to do. People wouldn't
think we were idiots. We could hare
our sail all the same to So ex, and see
the old face at Gib. and Malta; then we
could hare a skim up the Nile a bit and,
by the way, we shall bare it all to our
selves Just now."
"The rery thing," exclaimed Mr, Wln
terbourne, eagerly, for hi Imagination
seemed easily captured by the suggestion
of anything remote. "Nothing could be
more admirable. Yolande, what do you
say?"
Indeed, she seemed greatly pleased;
and when they went In to lunch, they
bad a table to themselves, so as to secure
a full and free discussion of plant. Mrs.
Graham talked in the most motherly way
to Yolande, and petted her. Hut she
waa a shrewd-beaded little woman. Vtrj
soon after lunch she found an opportu
nity of talking with her husband alone.
"I think Yolande Wlnterbourne pret
tier and prettier the longer I see her,"
she said, carelessly.
"Bhe is a good-looking girl. You'll
hare to look out, Polly. You won't hare
the whole ship waiting on you this time.
"And very rich qulto nn holros, they
say."
"I suppose. Wlnterbourne I pretty well
off. Making engines Is quite respecta
ble. Nobody could complain of that."
"Oh," she said blithely. "I haven't
heard from Archie for n long time. I
woudor what he Is about watching the
nestling of the grouse, I suppose. Jim,
I wish you'd let me ask him to go with
us. It's rather dull for him up there;
my father Isn't easy to live with. May
1 ask him?"
"He'll have to pay Ids own fare to
Sues and back, thru." her husbaud an
swered rather roughly.
"Oh, yea; why tint?" she said, with
great Innocence; "I am sure poor Archie
Is always willing to pay when ha can;
and I do wish my father would bo a llttl
more liberal."
Then Mrs. Graham, smoothing her
pretty short curls, ami with much pleas
ure visible In her pretty dark-gray eyes,
went to her own room ami sat down, and
wrote as follows!
"Dear Archie Join's good nature la
beyond anything. We are going to have
a look at Malta, Just for nuld laug syne;
and then Jim talk of taking us up the
Nile a bit; and be says you ought to go
with us, and you will only have to pay
your passage to Sues and backwhich
you could easily save out of your hats
and boots If you would only be a little
less extravagant. Mr. Wlnterbourne, the
member fur Slsgpool, Is going with us;
and he and Jim will liim the expenses
of the Nile voyage. Mr. Wlnterbourne'
daughter mnkee up the party. She It
rather nice, I think; but only a child.
Let me know at once. Your loving sis
ter. POLLY."
She folded up the letter, put It In an
envelope: and addressed It so:
The Hon. the Master of Lynn,
Lynn Tower.
CHAPTER IV.
The nsual small crowd of passenger
was assembled lu Liverpool street sta
tion hurrying, talking, laughing and
scanning possible ship companions with
an eager curiosity; and In the midst of
them, Yolande found herself for the mo
ment atone. A woman came Into this
wide, hotlow-resoundlng station, and tim
idly and yet anxiously scanned tho faces
of the various people who were on the
platform adjoining the spccinl train. She
carried a small basket. After an anxious
scrutiny she went up to Yolande.
"I beg your pardon, miss " And
with that her trembling hand opened the
basket, which was filled with flowers.
"No. thank you: I don't want any,"
said Yolande. civilly. Hut there was
something In the woman's Imploring eye
that said something to her. She was
startled; and stood still.
"Are are you going further than Gib
raltar, infcw?"
"Ye. Yes, I think so." said Yolande.
wondering.
There were tear running down the
woman's fare. Per a second er two she
tried to speak, Ineffectually, then she
sakl:
"Two days eut frem from Gibraltar
would yen be r-o kind, miss, as tn put
these flowers on the water? My tit
tle girl was burled at sea two days
oat."
"Oh. I understand yon." said Yolande,
qnlckty with a Mg lump In her throat.
"Oh, ye. I will! I am so sorry for you."
She teok the basket. The woman burst
out crying; ami hid her face In her hand;
and then turned to go away. She wa
so distracted with her grief that she
had forgotten even to say 'Thank ym."
At the same moment Mr. Wmterbuurue
came up hastily and angrily.
"What I this?"
"Hash, papa! The poor woman had a
tittle girl burled at sea these are sumo
dowers."
Yolande went qHlckly after her. and
tooehed her on the shoulder.
"Tell me." she said, "what was yent
daughter's name?"
The weman raised her tear-stained
face.
"Jane. We called her Jam: he was
only three years oM; she wnuld have been
ten by now. Yen weu't forget, miss It
was It was two day beyond Gibraltar
that that we barfed her."
"Oh. no; do yen think I euU forget?"
Yolande sakl. and she offered her bawl.
The woman took her Viand, and pressed
It; ami said, "Gwl It you. mks I
thought I etmld trust your face;" then
she hurried away.
(To I ronttnneiM
rHE OLD.FA3HIONEO FOURTH.
The tantalising third w heat th birds to
bed at night ,
And raced tint reenter on Th Day to itreet
the morning llr.nl. ... . .
The cannon, loaded week before, wa
reedy to stint; ....
Our "captain" loniind her off and shouted
"III there, tellers, scei'tl'
Hut we. who scorned dlertlnn, stood
around the piece of scrap. , ,.
Kch hoping, If tint captain fell, to nil th
glorious gap.
.Nay, rot a whit more cheerfully th father
mill! inn iwniirn .
Nor could tltrlr bluiutrrbustei rale a racket
any louder. ,
And what more recklcM hero ever drew a
sword from sheath
Than he who tUvd hi ercker while h
held them In hi teeth?
And, since nobody dared to ,,tk a Mump.
I've often prayed
A btclng on Ihe boy who cried. "Ut go
to th per-radel"
And then we heard th orator (though much
Kliit eiir wllll
Who said, "The bleed our fsthtrs btrd,
thank (ledl I bleeding till."
It bird long we greatly feared h nvr
would run dry,
Aud some one read "the Irani eld word,
w vainly wondered why,
Hut. heaven tie praliedl a inonater gun wa
i there to make nol
And a gallant nre-aml drum eorp under
stood the need of boy.
All dav th erlmon lemonad gushed gayly
forth at . .
Till anlllH nmel lined each luiyi etopha
mi. , . , .
All day, a long a all our wealth could
syndicate the ptlce.
We chilled oHr anient tomch with cn
ary eolnred lee.
Mow eoeld that eesl tar dy compel the
flnr of a dream?
How ewiild that tareh of corn preduce o
heavenly a ereatut
1 wonder why Th Hay It never celebrated
new . . .
They try te celebrate It, but they plainly
d't knew hew.
And wnutd I de It In th way w Ued tn. If
I eeald? L, . ,
Of coarse. I -well, no, eom to think, I
den't believe t would'
Ton ee, I'm Jt a human man and lack a
ljf' endurance.
Nor do I want th company to pay my lire
Insurance!
-IMmimd Vane Cook, In Pock.
The Wei Tnlilrolol'i.
The timlerstewnril In setttns the
table poured n half k'wb of water on
the clean white doth and placed n dlsli
of fruit on the puddle he had made.
He made another puddle ami placet!
on It the carafe. On a third puddle be
place! the butter dish, ami so on.
"Why do you Bpofl the cloth with
all that watery asked n passenger.
"HecatiM the wootliers rough, air,"
said the stownrd, and then, making an
other puddle, be went on:
"We stewnnls on ocean liners must
not be merely good waiters we must
be good wet wenthor waiters. Anil we
bare a number of tricks.
"One of our tricks is to net the heavy
dlHhes upon wet apota. If wa wero to
set them on dry spots In the ordinary
wny they would slide to and fro with
overy lurch of the ship. Hut If the
cloth Is wetted tiny don't slkle. They
adliero to tho wot place as though
glued to It.
"One of tho first thing n steward
learns Is to set a stormy weather tablo
to spill water on the cloth at each
place where a heavy dish U to stand.
This water serves Its purpose thor
oughly, and It doesn't loo)c bad, either,
for the dish covers It. No one knows
of the wet spot underneath." New
York Press.
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OCEAN MEREDITH'S f
A Doubtful State.
"Your wife Is iloliiK soma baking to
day," snld Mrs, Nubor. "What is Jt,
broad or cake?"
"She doesn't know," replied Newll
wed. "She hasn't finished yot." Pnll
adelphla Public Ledger.
A flood Place.
"I got a haircut today."
"Wlint! In cold weather like this?"
"Yes."
"Well, I wouldn't tell anybody,"
"No. I'm keeping it under tny bat"
Cleveland Plain Denier,
Tho world's navies uuiubcr 2,291
warships
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iV4H 'M-J-r
'KAN MKRKDITII had always
lived In a large city. She wa a
patriotic lasale, and every year en
the Fourth of July she used to deeorate
the hotte with nags, play "Yankee Doo
dle" and all manner of patriotic times
on the old plane, and then, dreed In
patriotic colors, with a Hag in her nat,
one pinned to her tire and one In her
hand. go. tn some of the several celebra
tion ef th day.
Thl year Ocean was away from the
city. In a little town where It wa quiet
er at noon that It Hcd to b at midnight
In her city home. Ocean rather liked It.
Sk thought that when the preees.Wn
went by on tho fourth ef July he estuM
see the whole of It, ami not I crowded
by vi many hurrying people.
A Ocean became acquainted with the
boy and girts in the little town ihe ask
ed them nhat they did en the Fourth,
but they nere shy f th city girl, ami
be could net And out much alumf It.
The day before the holiday Oeean wa
rery busy all day.
"What are yen up te, Ml?" atked
her wether.
"I'm getting all ready far t-merrew,
mother."
"it will net b the same here, dear,
that It was at heme."
"Hut we're American, aren't we.
mother? They'll celebrate, went they?'
"1 sHppee they will, child."
Ocean's home wa en th prlnelpal
street ef th sleepy little tewn. When
the people woke un oh the mernlHg ef
the Fourth, what should they see 1ml
nags waring from the four front window
ef the Meredith' little cottage, the mm(
of the porch twined with bunting, and
the red, white ami blue wound about the
trunks of the tree Jnt within the (wil
ing fenew. Hefure the morning dew wa
ell th grass, there on the perch wa
Ocean herself, a sweet little rlaktu in
white, with red ami blue ribbon In her
hair and sroimd her walit, and wee Hag
Boating from either houbler. Seme paw
ing children stared at her awl at the
house. She ran eut to the gate aeveral
time, ami peered eagerly up and dawn
the tret. There was not a llg In algkt,
nor a sound ef Mfe and drum. Then
Oeean found her way tearfully to her
buy mother' aide.
"Don't you think, mother, If their
grandfathers had been sotdlr, and their
brothers had belonged to the Volunteers,
they'd e.Iebrater
"I think they would, Ocean, dear."
"Mother, may I celebrate?"
Oeean' bmother always let her little
girl do anything that was right, so sho
said "Yes," aud thought no more about
It, In half an hour there stood before
her a little o!dlr lassie, with a cap
perched on her curls and a drum slung
over her shoulders, "I'm going to cele
brate, mother; I Just can't stand Itl"
"All right, sweetheart. Have as good
a time as you tan, I'erliai we enn hare
a little picnic lu the wood thl after
noon." The people of the town heard the
ound of a drum, and peered out their
door. There, marching all alone through
the duaty trent, beating her drum as her
brother had taught her, and singing
"Rally 'Round the Flag, Hoys," was a
little girl In white.
"For gracious lake!" cried Tom Peter
son, an old member of the Grand Army,
coming out of hi house to aeo, "What
are you doing, little one?"
Ocean saluted graTely. "I'm celebrat
ing. Don't you know about the Fourth
here? My grandfather wa a soldier.
My brother I one, too. I was watching
for the procession, but It didn't come,"
"So you thought you'd celebrate?
Well, I row! See here, wife!"
Ocean waited while a woman tn a
sunbonnet came out. Then the man went
Into tho house aud came hack with an
old fife and a tattored flag.
"I reckon your grandfather and me
were comrades, little one. Suppose we
go see your mother a bit. Then we'll
celebrate some more."
Ocean's heart beat high as she walked
by the old soldier's side back to hr
mother's gate.
"If you will let u haro your little girl
for a wkhlte, ma'am, we'll tako care of
ber. Actually we're forgotten how to be
patriotic In thl town. There Isn't a flag
In town beside yours. It's a shame,"
The nest thing Ocean knew she was
s-SiftSjj
Why We Celebrate
KlrWeYl
&&&&&
COM!', here. son. I-et's talk.
You atuell of powder ami burning punk. That rag on your finger
hide n hum. It I xllile you will set fire to tlm Iiiiupm. Iiefore Urn
day t done. The olio thing tlwt "is-m good to you I mil NOIHK -in
big lettom. with an explobm every second and Joyous whoop lit between.
Do you know what it I all about?
Do you know why thotiaiHl of ton of gunpowder are burned? Why
SO,taX).JO of people take a Mtday? Why flag am flying, Uml play 'The
Star SpvKled Ranner," ami from the fhuidn Keys to the eoast nf Maine the
folk feel n splendid burst of MUrtotlsiti, and aro glad that they imhtng to thU
beautiful country?
You don't Just unibfstnml. ami you are not tn blame. We bare a few
men tn the country wtm couldn't tell the President' naine, and other turn
who have teen so busy making money that thry have forgotten ttie birth of
freedom mid the devotion, turolatu nnd self Hcrineo :1ml mad It polb!
for the I'nltesl State to become the Hint nalhiii In the world.
Your gn-at-grsmbladdy was a lad Mko jou when the people decided to
be frvsr. They were governed by n king He ruled a enuntry he tied never
seen. Hit ivim not n good king. He oppressed the people. He would not
mud their petition for Jutlee. The. American were no morn to him than
onttle. I! was rtch ami big and powerful. He claimed, ns Ling do, tlwt
his right tn rule romo from God.
Thore were no millionaire lu the United State then. Nearly ereTylxsly
wmm poor and hail to work. Very often many of them were hungry Some
time they were shot down by Indians while tilling their field. Life In tlwt
country wn hard, and cities wero few ami far betwisn. Tim people dhln'
care Hltout hardship. They were w tiling to km hungry, wear homespun
ami go without hundred of thing that wo think wo mint hnvr, hut they
would not bo slave.
They wanted to Ut free; to govern thniHseJrr); to make their own lawn.
They thought ntout It, they prayed nltout It, ami one day they defied the
king.
Then came war and suffering. It would make you cry to even think
aNttit It. There wasn't much money, wder, inedlriue, clothing. There was
n world of courage. History has never known brnviT men 1 1 win thine Con
tinental soldiers, who loved Georgo Washington a you love your father, and
left bloody footprint ns they marched.
Sometlmeu they won battles; sometime they loat them. Mother
itMMiniiil for dead husband ami win. There were graves everywhere. Thero
went traitors, too; ami It look stunt hearts to keep on fighting, when the
odd wero so great. "Utterly or death" was tho cry. They meant It. They
really wero willing to die for their etttintry. They were unselfish. They worn
rug. They fought for hive. They saw their homo Itumed ami their m
liii destroyed. Ami yet In the brensts of these men was n flnt that
couldn't be quenched. They fought with seythe ami elubs nml axes, n
well as gnu. When there were no caution hall they shot stnnist, ami they
did not think that their homo, their money, their hwUiii. leg, arms,
eren their lives worn too Itlg n price to pay for liberty.
One day It waa all over, because right was stronger than wrong. A
nation was IdeiHlIng from a thouwind wound, hut It wn free.
Ttie people were no longer slaves of nu unjust king, nml America waa
wlint God Intended men should tiinko it the laud of the frve, tho home of
tho brnve.
Ami that, sou, Is why we celebrate Independence Dny, It Is to mark
tho birth of liberty, to nrotiso love for tlio finest ting that wns ever lifted by a
trrveto, to make you nml millions more euro more for your country; to make
you ruinoinlMT tho grnndue nf tho men who died that you, too, might be
free nml share In the gloriee of n republic.
When jou and tho other millions of Imys who nru shooting firecrackers
grow up to Iki m prny that you will not forget; that you will Iki as true ami
loynl and brnve and ns unselfish ns was that grand race of ouks that burst
the shackle forged by a king over n century ago.
Get your llrecrackersl Start the pluwbeeU, shout as loud a you can.
IaiI's celebmto hard, mid when the smell of gunpowder Is In the air, ami
fiury stars nnt gleaming, and tint ttooiu of cnunoii nimnst drowns the inuito
of the Itntiil, we'll aaluto the Hag tbnt wo love thnt Georgo Washington
loved Itoriiiiso of tho things tlwt hniHiuiNl when your great-grnnddaddy wag
a llttlo boy. Clnriiiimtl Post.
seated In state lu a tiny bit of n carriage,
drawn by two puulea. lu this, with her
new friend beside her, she wa taken
from house to house. She hardly under
stood what was going on, but In a few
hours her carriage, decorated with lings,
led a gond-sUed procession nf men and
boys. There were nine old soldier and
thulr flags, fife and drum. They were
Ocean' bodyguard. The procelnn
marched up and down tho quint streets,
singing, drumming, cheurliig, Penplo got
out old Hag and ilrenmvr. It wa a
splendid Fourth of J fly.
When Ihe parade was hot ami tired
and thlrty, thuy stopped at Ocean's
door, and there stood her mother with
great pnll of lemonade and a heaping
trny of cookies. You ought to have heard
(hum cheer. They cheered the (lag and
George Washington, Abraham Lincoln,
tho President, tho Grand Army of the
Republic and last, but not least, thuy
cheered dear little Ocean Meredith, whose
patriotism waked them all up nn the
Fourth of July, Farm and Fireside.
Pyrotnohnluology,
They're off in a bunch," said the
sporty Red Light, as ho saw a little
fellow light a pack of firecrackers at
once.
"Go chase yourselfl" said the Pistol to
the Nlgger-Ohaaer.
"Shoot th cnpl" said a Piece of Punk
to the Pistol.
"That's what I call light work," re
marked n Torpedo, commenting on the
boy who wn setting off th firework.
'Ho no match for me," whistled th
I lece of Punk a he noticed the boy hope,
les.ly searching through hi pocket for a
milphur tlck.
"You're full of hot air," langlly said
aome one to the Ilnlloon, Sunday Magazine,
HOW IT HAPPENED.
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