The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1895-07-06

heaven toy with it, "half conceal
ing, half disclosing" it's beauties,
the true American walks with a
firmer tread, and pride of country
swells in his heart. Especially to
those of us who have seen that
banner amid the smoke and flame
of battle, and heard the wild cheer
60 ringing down the line, it is a
sacred emblem.
The red insignia of war, the
white panoply of peace, and the
blue steadfastness of the heavens,
are bound together by the stars of
a Union that is indestructibIe and
eternal.
1t has BEEN we'll said that eternal
vigilance is the price of liberty.
The dogs of war are her guardians.
AS the phoenix rises from the flame
and ashes, SO is Liberty born amid
the devastation of the field of con-
flict; and her lullaby is chanted by
the groans of those who have been
martyred in her behalf. The heroes
of the Revolution, with a pare and
simple patriotism, which the world
has never surpassed, and a stead
fast reliance upon the power of
:ruth and right, tapped the current
of their lifes blood that Liberty
might be nur+ured.
And thus was our nation born
But another trial was to come. A
trial that was to determine whether
Freedom should remain the births
right Of every American, or hide
her head in shame and take her de-
parture. Once more the cloud Of
war arose and Liberty demanded
another sacrifice. Brothers and
friends, who should have been
clasping each others hands, met
upon the bloody field and each
tried to lay the other in soldiers
grave. For a time all looked dark
and gloomy. 1t seemed as if the
sacrifice of the fathers was to be
of no avail. The whistling bullet,
thirsty sabre. and exploding shell,
filled the land with widows and
orphans, and strewed the fair, sun
ny South with corpses. A power
ful nation was rent and riddled
with civil strife. It's hills and
dales were wet with the blood of it's
own sons. The holy temple. of
Liberty had become the palace of
the furies.
But the storm passed over. The
flag waved above the whole coun-
Try; it's stripes deeper red and a
purer white than ever before The
i'll omened bird of strife had folded
its bloody pinions, let us hope, for
ever. The scars which were left,
though grim and unsightly, would
soon be healed. The traces of the
conflict would soon be obliterated
Not any years ago, grea t
railroad was constructing an i'm
lnense iron bridge across q river in
Ker lucky. Through some mistake
in the measurements, the huge iron
trusses did not quite reach each
other. In this dilemma the power
of heat was brought to bear upon
the structure; The metal expanded !;
the rivets and bolts were driven
home, and the structure was COM
plete.
At the close of our civil war, a
yawning chasm was left between
the North ane South; dark, ma
lignant looking abyss, which had
been dug by prejudice and deepened
by human slavery. 1t mist be
spanned. So, bye and bye,
mighty arm reached down from the
North. Another mighty arm
reached up from the South. AS
the years rolled on, these arms in
creased in length and strength.
The. glowing fires of patriotism
threw their heat upon the struc-
ture. The hearts of the North and
South expanded until they met, and
the last rivet has been driven home.
Brothers, once more; brothers, for,
eve! Washington's dream of an
inseparable union is fulfilled.
And now what of the future
What is the horoscope of our be-
loved country? The time is rapid
ly approaching when the grim old
man, with the glass and scythe,
will come to each and all of us and
say, "move on. .s' We must give
way to our successors. Among
the little children OF today are the
farmers, mechanics, soldiers, law
makers and presidents of tomor-
row. 1t is sacred heritage which
will de scend to them. Into their
hands will be committed the legacy
of freedom, to be defended, if need
be, as their fathers defended it.
Shall we, then, neglect their proper
equipment for the task? The mil
lionaire trains his child with
thoroughness that he may properly
care for his inheritance when he
comes into possession. Shall we
do less for those who are to receive
the inheritance of Liberty? "Pa-
pas boy" and "Mamma's darling,
whose chubby little hands are
tightly grasping the rattle box,