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6 THE PERRYSBURG JOURNAL, FRIDAY, MAY 28, 1909. SHE DID IT. Mrs. Fat So your husband has stopped smoking? It must bavo takan considerable will power? Mrs. Thlnnc All I had.

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SMALL PRICE, Genuine Must Dear Fao-Simllo Signature REFUSE SUBSTITUTES. SUF ON EAR mmm CARTER'S utile JTiver DARTERS Kittle IVER IB8' lilt ill i vS rty nWyrtSs? 1 llm mSK LEVISON BRANT was a little startled by tho news that his daughter was engaged to bo married, subject to his fatherly approval. Still, ho felt that thero was no need for worry. Dorothy was 20, and since her mother's death had been left nlmost entirely to tho caro of her Aunt Mary at Poplarvillo, while hor father was occupied with his business affairs in the city, it was natural, therefore, In hor lack of adequate parental protection, that sho should turn to matrimony as tho most convenient and comfortable refuge. Col.

Brant had come down to Poplarvillo In response to an invitation to deliver tho Memorial day address at tho public exercises to be given under tho auspices of his old Grand Army post. Ho had formerly been a resident of tho town. That was before tho growth of his business neces-'sltated its removal to a larger field, and made it advisable for him to take up his abode in tho city. Dorothy spent tho greater part of her time II Poplarvllle. Sho was not partial to city life, especially as it separated her from Aunt Mary, who was a second mother to her.

and from the old homestead, to which she was greatly attached. It was Dorothy who met Col. Brant at tho railway station when ho arrived on tho evening preceding the 30th of May, 1SS5, and it was Dorothy who blu3hlngly confided to him, on their way to the house, that a very handsomo and a very worthy young man had been paying court to her for two mouths past. "Ho will call on you this evening, papa, to ask your consent," sho said, softly. "The deuco!" growled her father.

"You have already given yours, I suppose?" "Why, papa of course." And so it came about that Richard Cballoner, the fortunate Suitor for Dorothy's hand, called at the homo-stead that evening and was formally Introduced to Col. Brant. Ho was indeed a handsome and dignified young man, whoso frank geniality and courtly manners had already made a stanch ally of Aunt Mary and at once made an agreeable Impression on the colonel. Ho was a budding young lawyer of unimpeachable Virginia stock, who had recently established himself In Poplarvllle for the practice of his profession and had bounded at once into popular favor. In tho course ot the evening Col.

Brant and young Challoner retired to tho library on the second floor of tho bouse to indulgo in a quiet smoke and a private interview. Here Challoner broached tho subject of his lovo for Dorothy, and soon gained the consent It Was Dorothy Who Met Col. Brant. of tho grizzled old father to tho proposed marriage. When they wore leav ing tho room, after finishing their cigars, Challonor's attention was attracted to a plcturo on the wall, nnd ho stopped to look at it.

In a momont ho seemed deoply Interested. Then ho caught hiB breath sharply, and gripped a chair to steady himself. Tho plcturo was painting In oils, evidently tho work of an artist of moro than ordinary talent. It was a wartime scene, representing a battlcflold In perspective, with troops engaged in a running fight in the background, half obscurod by clouds of smolto. In tho foreground wore tlio figures of two lu-inntry olllcers who had crossed swords in a duel to tho death.

Ono of them woro tho blue regimentals of tho northern army; tho other was clad In confederate gray; both were stalwart, typical soldiers. Tho artist had caught tho spirit of tho encounter; his genius had endowed it with life, action, atmosphere. Tho play of tho muscles, tho expression of tho-faces, tho flro In the eyes or tho combatants, were wonderfully realistic. Tho plcturo represented tho exact momont when tho federal officer, gaining a momentary advantage over his adversary, was ending the fight by driving his gleaming sword through the confederate's body. "That painting." said Col.

Brant, coming up behind Challoner and look-ing over his shoulder, "is no favorite of mine. It memorizes an episode in my career as an army officer that I would give worlds to forget Tho artist wat an eye-witness of the scene, and his portrayal Is spoken of as tho work of a master, but I should have destroyed the thing long ago if my sister had not begged permission to keep it. My sister is Dorothy's Aunt Mary, you know. Sho fully understands that it is not to be displayed on the wall when I am in the house, but I suppose this Is ,1 case of forgetfulness on her part." Ho paused, but Challoner did not speak or move. In a sorrowful voice, the colonel continued: "The picture is calculated to perpetuate the memory of a most regrettable affair.

As you rrobably know, one of tho nastiest skirmishes of the war took place only Ave miles from this spot. Poplarvllle was in a panic. But we managed to beat off tho enemy, and they wero soon In full retreat, with our boys in hot pursuit At the very beginning of the chase the horse ridden by the young colonel of a rebel regiment stumbled and fell. I happened to be close behind this man when the accident occurred, and believing him to be badly hurt, I quickly dismounted to render hlra such assistance as I might. But apparently he was not hurt at all.

With a yell he sprang to his feet and rushed upon me with drawn sword. Of course, I had to defend myself. Three times during the fierce fencing that ensued I begged him to desist and nvnin necessary bloodshed. Twice wan in a hair's breadth of being killed by his siunrui onslaught; but in the end I was victorious, and ho fell. I lntnnri.

ed only to disable him, but, unfortunately, my blade passed clear through his body. Six weeks ho was in the military hospital hero before he finally succumbed, and his body now lies in tho Poplarvllle cemetery. By the way," suddenly exclaimed the colonel, "his name was Challoner Col. Challoner the same name as yours, I believe. My God, sir, I hope he was not a relative a a The words died on his lips, for at that moment the younger man turned slowly around and faced him.

Richard Challoner was pale as death; his breath came In quick, excited gasps; his eyes shone with a fierce, vindictive glare. "Ho was my father!" Tho words fairly hissed through his clenched teeth. "I am Col. Challoner's son. And you wore tho man who killed him you you! By God, sir, you shall answer to me for that act!" Col.

Brant was struck dumb- with horror. "My reason for coming to Poplarvillo to begin my business career," continued tho young man, hoarsely, "was becauso my father lay in your cemetery here. I wanted to be near him to caro for his grave. I never dreamed Ho broke off suddenly and seomed to restrain himself by a strong effort Then, with a quick, nervous gesture, he turned on his heel, and without trusting himself to utter another word, ho strodo from the room. At tho foot of tho stairs ho met Dorothy, who was waiting for him.

Tho sight of his white faco and blazing eyes startled hor. "Richard! sho cried. Ho brushed past her without an answering sign, took his hat from the rack, and an lnstnnt later the hall door closed behind him. Tho day which custom lias sot aside for tho annual decoration of soldiers' graves dawned bright and beautiful. Poplarvillo was In holiday attire.

Tho air was freighted with tho porfume of flowers, tho buildings wero gay with bunting, flags floated at half-mast, and tho Poplarvillo band, discoursed patriotic music in tho public squaro. Col. Lowlston Brant mingled with tho veterans of his post, and not a row, remarked hla gravo domeauor nnd tho unusual sadness that seemed to have settled down upon him, Apparontly ho had aged ton yenrs in aa many hours, Col. Brant dollvorcd hlu Memorial day oration with an oloquenco born of doop feeling and sincerity, Ho moved till hearts by his simple, touching tributo to the horoqs who had laid down their lives In tholr country's do-tenso, and closed with UUu ap- -71. I "But while we aro honoring our dead, lot us not forgot tho graves of thoso other bravo fellows whoso placo is in our cemetery tho men who wero pitted against us in that awful struggle who fell as devoted martyrs to a causo which they behoved to bo right Remember them, also, with your flowers, your tears and your prayers." In a( secluded part ot tho cemotory that afternoon Richard Challoner stood alone bcsldo a gravo which was marked by a granlto hendstono bearing tho name of his father.

So occupied was ho with his own gloomy thoughts thnt ho did not notice tho timid, hesitating approach of Dorothy Brant until sho was within a fow foot of him. Ho straightened up then, and greeted her with a solemn, courtly bow, while his cheek flushed. The girl was very palo, and her eyes were red with weeping. Sho enrried an armful of roses, which sho silently and reverently deposited on tho dead confed erate's grave. Then, facing tho man opposite with a look of pitying appeal, 3he took from her bosom a letter and handed it across to him.

"Read this, Richard," sho said, in a frightened, quivering vblce. "It was written by your father to my mother many years ago, before I was born, it has been preserved among mamma's other treasures, left at her death. Aunt Mary found it last night, and I we wanted you to see it, and please don't refuse. Richard." "Written by my father to your mother?" ho said, slowly, with a deeply puzzled look. "Yes, yes.

Oh, please read It It Reverently Deposited on the. Dead Confederate's Grave. will help you to understand. This is my last request, Richard." He said no more, but took the letter from Its time-worn envelope and read: Mrs. Levlson Brant.

Dear Mndam: It pains me to learn that 'your husband's supposed responsibility for my condition has almost prostrated you. Pray do not worry on that score. I assure you from my Inmost soul that I not only forgive your husband, but I have already begged his forgiveness for forcing him to commit an act which he so deeply deplores. Tho fault was entirely my own, and I alono am tho one who should surfer. Believe mo, I am profoundly sorry for what happened, and It is not a sorrow that is Influenced by selfish considerations, or tho fear of death.

Since I have been In this hospital Col. Brant has become my most valued and best-beloved friend. What ho has done for me can nevor be told, but he has made me realize that thero are true gentlemen at the north as well as In tho south, and that he Is one of tho noblest men In the world. I thank you, dear madam, for giving me this opportunity to say that, so far from feeling lesentment, I entertain only sentiments of -warmest friendship and gratitude toward your husband. Sincerely yours, WILLTAM CHALLONER.

The color camo and went in the young man's face as he read, and the light In his eyes softened to a tender glow. Finishing, ho crumpled tho let-ter convulsively in his hand, and came round the headstone of the grave at a half-dozen quick strides. "Dorothy," ho cried, seizing her hand, "this is a glorious revelation to me. Let us hunt up your father at once. I will go down on my knees to him if you like.

With you for a wire and Col. Brant for a father-in-law I shall bo tho happiest man in Poplarvllle." The Veteran's Dream. Wo met last night In tho old post hall. And some tho boy3 wera sadly missed; Twenty present, nh, that was all Tho rest had answered tho great roll call Out of clghty-nlne on tho charter list. Then up spoko Bates of the Twenty-third, Who hud served all through till the war was done.

"It's a long time, boys, since their names' rve nearu. And I move wo call them one by one." So thoy read each name and to my ear Camo words borne forth on tlio evening sounded to mo like a faint: here." And I know thoy answered that roll call clear From their resting placo beneath tho trees. I seemed to cee them all In line Just touching elbows and standing straight; Yes, each was thero of tho sixty-nine, And I spoko to ono old pal of mlno Who had left us along In ninety-eight, And cried: "Old comrade, what moans all this?" Then ho said as ho tapped on his muffled drum: "Wo are culling tho names of tho ones wo miss Tho twenty boys who liavo not yet come." Then ho gavo the order: "night by twos," And thoy smiled on me as thoy marched awuy; But their "tramp, tramp, tramp" I did not lose Till old Bates shook me: "Ilavlnr A snoozo7 ajmt, i pard, I go homo your way." wtA To the Devoted Dead A Memorial Day Poem '1 frlMlM EYOND a golden edgo, the skies Aro sapphire; drifted argosies Bear April's showery pearls away. But leave their rainbow tints surpassed On field and wold, tho flowers of May; Departing May; that In her arms Tlieso Infant blossoms, of her charms Tho dearest, gathers; and her last Farewell bestowing comes to cast Them on tho mound of Memory. With martial step and roll of drums What spectral host Is this, thnt comes Between tho gates that guard tho dead? Hasto they to seek tho willing bed? Impatient Is the grizzled head Of daisied pillow? Say not sol Whllo yet tholr Winter pasaeth slow Here blooms perennial their Spring; And hero tho pledge of Hope they bring And Love that dleth not, bestow.

W'here onco their heart of youth was fain Its rich florescence, white and red. Upon the field of strife to Bhed Folded, tho petals that remain; The morning glories of their youth That drooped not In tho midday drought-Have shut on Peace; as to a stem Stripped bare, tho banners cling of them All, hath the beauty vanished vain Their glory to Invoke again. About tho feet of theso that stand Beside tho headstone, hand In hand. Who once were foes their children kneel And break the close turf's emerald seal. To let tho sweet rain find tho roots Of grass anO flower, and the shoots' Of rose nnd myrtle bid to grow.

That, o'er tho dust In love entwined. Shall breathe upon the Summer wind Sweets from tho mold they bless below. Ah, let the banners come and go For old remembrance; dip them low Abovo tho Dead that dared and died; God knowcth who are -Justified. About His Work Ho moveth slow; The roses fall, the roses blow-He will not hasten tho' we flood Tho Earth with our Impatient blood Nor that avail, of all we shed, To paint one rose a deeper red. Nor heeds tho Rose, If of the clay Beneath, tho tint bo blue or gray; Nor Love, while human 'tis to err, Shall bo Truth's hard Interpreter.

Plant nothing over me, that keeps My heart apart from him that sleeps As faithful In his narrow bed As I In mine shall; with the Dead Tho Dead are reconciled nor we Dare break their hallowed amity. Plant then the myrtle; blue nnd white Its flower, as Southern suns delight To deep Its tint or Northern snows To blanch Its color; plant tho rose Both whlto and red and for tho stars The periwinkle; fade the bars Of separation; stripes as red As tho one blood their fathers shed. Bring ye. and bind the Peaco that saves In unity, these sacred graes. Tho Flag! their sacred heritage.

Their children's children shall engage, Their sponsors In a new baptism For them to cherish; let that chrism On their dead brows descend, and bless The ancient bond of faithfulness With Its renewal; so shall wo March onward to great deitlny; Nor one untoward memory stand Between us, In tho Motherland. John Harrison Mills, In The Sunday Magazine. The Change of Years THE sentiment which surrounded Memorial day with feelings of sacred character, when It was inaugurated 41 years ago, has in a measure passed away with tho lapse of time. Then tho majority of tho people ol tho United States had the graves ol fathers, sons or brothers who had given their llvos to the union to mark for honor and tender recollection. The raomorios of the great strugglo for tho uulon aud freedom were en hnnced by personal memories of tho dead.

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