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The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1899-05-27
FOR MEMORY'S SAKE.
Memorial Day n Time for Especial
Remembrance for the Loved
Ones TIM Are Conc.

Memorial day, with its sweet, sad
significance, is again at hand, the one
day of all the year devoted to memory,
and to beautiful and tender offices for
those who have gone just beyond Dur
sight.
Especially set apart as a day OF low
ing recognition of the deeds of the
brave young heroes who gave up every
thing for God and country during the
civil war, it has gradually grown to
be observed by all who miss the IA
miliar presence of loved ones, who have
| gone out from their lives, never to re-
| turn, as n time Of especial remem-
brance. .
In thought. however, Memorial day
is still especially associated with the
veterans of the civil war, and year by
wear, as the. line of march has grown
shorter, and the aged participants
feebler and grayer. a deeper tinge OF
pathos has been added to the beauti-
full custom of strcwing with flowers
| the graves of comrades who fell in bat
tie, or who have since fallen out by
| the -wayside of life, and all of us have
been forcibiy reminded of the time, so
near at hand, when The last Of these
men shall. have. gone home, and the
| work of decorating their graves shall be
left TO the children of u day, and so
On to their children's children.
.knd these children have hesn taught,
in homes and in schools, the meaning
| of the day, and of late they, too, have
| Joined in the loving work. their tiny
| hands and sweet voices lending n ten
derer note to the loving message of the
season.
In our fancied security, however, we
have confined our thought to the past,
believing that the number of heroes
graves would be complete when the
| last veteran of the civil war had gone
to his reward. But this year the day
has taken on a new meaning. The un-
expected has occurred, and n does
not need a vivid imagination to picture
| the Memorial days of the future, when
Il OUNCE generation of men shall pay
| loving tribute to their comrades, brave
men all, who gave up their lives in the
service of Observation-Disclosures Rob-
| bins Berry. in Boston Budget.
The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1899-05-27
HUMOROUS.

Fenders.-Miss Smif-"Dat Mistah
Johr sing am a lubly dansah!" Miss
Hayfoot-"Wid dem feet?' Miss Sniff
-"Yes, indeed. Dey keeps people from
cettin' neah enuff tub mash ye' dress"
kansas City Independent.
Gracious. my little mani" exclaimed
the old gentleman. How tanned you
are. Been out boating?" "Yesser," re-
piled the little man. "Pete Dubbs, he
went arter his mother said he dassent,
and he also got tasned."-Philadelphia
North American.
"Yoursalary, Ibelieve, is $3.50 a week."
said the caller. 1t so happened that the
star WAS in n confidential mood. and she
replied: swell, one of them is" "One
of them?" "Yes. The salary 1 adver-
Use is $3.50 a week, but the salary l get
well, that's another story,-Chicago
Post.
First Guest Ito his friend, who in
sists upon leaving)-"Hold on, you're
. takiHg.my hat" Second Guest-"l beg
your pardon, but it's NINE" First Guest
(springing up)-"Thunder! Then it's
nv hat I'm sitting on! Pshaw! l
thought il was yours FlieseEde
BlaetteE.
Vigorous Language.-"1 tell you."
said Sammy Snaggs, that man talked
straight from the shoulder" Samuel
said Mr.. Snaggs, severely, you should
not use slang" But, father, this was
q Leaf and dumb man, and he used the
sign language."-Pittsburgh Chronicle
Dispatch.
On the Scent.-Granger ION visit TO
Washington, D. C.)-"Stranger, excuse
me. but l wanter get some seeds; kin
! yew tell me whar the agricultural
building is?" Local Wag-"Agricu!-
tural building? Er-oh, yes. That
must be it right over there; they cali it
the Smiths onion Institute."-Boston
Courier.
\ Fatal Mistake.-Hicks-"Why is
it YOU are so hard on Wellington? he
never did you a bad turn or ever spoke
i'll of YOU" Wicks-'I know that; but
the fact is the first time l saw yelling
ton 1 thought he was something out Of
the ordinary, and l was as polite to him
as l knew how to be. l never shall be
| able to forgive him for that mistake
Boston Transcript.
The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1899-05-27
DECORATION DAY.
1t IL Day Dedicated to the Brave
Dead and Should Be
Held Sacred.

, Among the many national holidays,
there is none which SO tenderly affects
| the heart of the thoughtful as Decora-
ton day.
The day when rich and poor alike go
| to the silent resting-place of the loved
and lost, to lay with reverent hands
flowers upon the graves of their dead.
The day when a grateful people go to
| decorate with the sweet offerings of
fragrant springtime blossoms the
graves of those who fell in battle, and to
| speak in hushed and saddened tones of
| those troublous times when every heart
was sorrowing, and every eye was wet
| with tears for the dissension which had
rent our beautiful and beloved land in
twain.
Decoration day, The veryname calls
up such sweet and tender memories.
| How the flowers are tended and cher
ished. through the long. cold days OF
winter that they ma be at their best
tand:brightest for Decoration day! And
the .cost1fest offerings are not too good
to lay upon the graves of those we have
lost, but whose memories still live in
our hearts.
How those among us who are far
enough down in the afternoon of life
remember the time when wars dread
notes disturbed the peace and tran
guilty of the land. How we remem-
Der the anguish of suspense after 4
battle had been fought. until the aw-
full list of killed and missing" had
been made out. And then? All, God
had need to be mercifUl to those who
read the names of their loved ones in
| the terrible list.
How from the pine-clad hills OF
Maine to the palmetto plains of the
gulf StateS-from the Atlantic to the
| Pacific-the cry of grief was in all the
air. and the brave young sons of the
north, and the equally brave and gal
liant young sons of the south, gave
up their bright young lives. and the
mourners went about the streets in
every town and city in the land,
Mothers sent out their sons, and
wives sent their husbands. And when
they came not back. as. alas. 81 many
of them did not-the deSolated hearts
of those who had loved them sought
solace by setting apart n day when
all the soldiers of the land who had
The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1899-05-27
Memorial Day.
ter tears for loved and lost

We have shed bitter tears for loved and lost
ones,
Yet our dear dead are never far away.
'Tis We who drift in thought and feeling
from them.
Though toward them still We turn, Memo
rial day.
Then may these flowers bear tidings to
those loved ones
The subtle fragrance rising like a prayer
And tell our longing and our deep devotion
To those-not lost, but dwelling other
where.
Our Fathers house. we know, has many
mansions.
They dwell in Others while in this we stay.
Gould we but see their loving hands reach
toward US
And draw us near again, Memorial Day.
Judith Spencer, in Good Housekeeping.
The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1899-05-27
could almost hear them now: go. You

could almost hear them now: go. You
are a traitor. 1 never want to see your
face again"
The old man shook his head sorrow
fully. No, she wouldneverforgive him.
not even now, after all these years.
Well, he would 60 back north on the
morrow, so what matter?
He and the Ralston boys had been
college students together. He would
pay a visit to their last resting place.
He opened the gate and slowly made his
way among the f~iower-covered mounds.
When he reached the Ralston lot he
looked about MIN s~orrowfully. He felt
sadly desolate. He alone was left of
all those merry, laughing fellows.
Presently his eye wandered to a grave
somewhat apart from the rest. The
scarcity of its flowers drew his attten-
ton to it. He wandered idly toward
it, thinking: Some poor. friendless
chap" .,
He started and then dropped upon his
knees in his eagerness to read the
simple inscription on the headstone. 1t
The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1899-05-27

to her attendant, and passed on her way
until she stood beside the u~ndecorated
grave.
Fremont rubbed his eyes and stared.
The lady motioned TO the negro to
lay his fragrant burden down.
Merrill FASTENED up the path. He
was near enough to hear the well-re-
membered voice say: You may go,
Uncle Sorney; III arrange the flowers
myself"
The servant shufled away down the
path he had come, while his mistress
knelt to place the blossoms.
Merrill Fremont paused, hat in hand.
Erma believed him dead and forgave
him. How would it be when she found
him alive? He stood in dumb uncer-
tainty. She was his only love, and to
lose her again would he more terrible
than not to have found her. Dead, she
surely loved him; her action proved it.
Would he not better go away in the
certainty of that love than. by staying,
perhaps revive the old bitterness which
his return to her unframed, while all
her beloved family lay dead, might re-
call?
He was about to retreat. 1t was too
late, the lady turned and saw him. He
stood awkwardly before her. She
looked at him in puzzled inquiry.
Suddenly he cried out: "Erma."
She moved back a pace in surprise at
being so addressed by an apparent
stranger.
Once his tongue loosened Merrill
gave her no chance of escape. In quick,
incoherent words he poured forth the
mistaken report of his death, his love,
his sorrow for her grief and at last an
earnest plea that she would prove more
kind than in the past.
As she listened n delicate flush crept
into the lady's pale, sweet face. The
shadow that rested in the deep, blue
ewes lifted. She looked s~earchingiy at
the man before her. Could this really
be her young lover, returned in the
guise of this impetuous elderly man!
She had never thought of him save cs
the soldier boy who had gone away at
her bidding. At last she seemed to I'M
derstand. For a moment the corners OF
the lovely mouth forgot TO droop.
By the light of memory the man and
woman grew young again.
When his torrent of words ceased she
The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1899-05-27
The Designing Wore Ii N Her
Petticoat and Made Her HuS-
band Laugh.

l shall never say again that there
does not breathe a woman who wouldn't
smugglc if she had a right good chance,
for | heard recently of one in this very
town who declares that she will never
never try 10 evadc the customs duties
Never again." are the exact words. for
like all her sisters who journey to for
eIgn climcS. she nee yielded to tempta'
ton and Struggled.
1t WAS all because of some SURPRISING.
" excellent tea she came across in
Encland-tca the like of which she had
never known before. h knew there
was none OF it TO be had in America. SC
she bought pounds and pounds OF 1t tc
bring home with her. She didn't NEAR
10 nav duty on it, for h felt that nc
really patriotic American can conscien
tiuuslv pay Il tea tax after what DURAN
ctstors did in Boston harbor, so she
made herself a petticoat and into the
lining thereof She quilted the tea.
Wien the steamer drew into port. she
put OH the garment. To wear Il was
martyrdom. 1t seemed to weigh Il ton
SNG tOulu SCdICClN VAIN II - "hi 'N
hang of her new-going ashore gown
was utterly ruined by it. but the custom
touse official let her pass without u
picion. She went directly to the rail
way station and started for Washington
The Journey will live long in her mem
4ory for its discomfort. Her HUSBAND
met her at the station. He marked hel
pale. worn look. AS they stepped into
the carriage she told him the story.
Il wasn't going to let them get aheac
of me" she said, proudly. Wasn't il
a lovely idea"
Her husband fell back in the carriag,
and roared.
Lovely" he said. Lovely. L should
saw it was. Why, my dear. there isn't
anv duty on tea."-Washington Post.
The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1899-05-27
"MERRHL FREMONT"
Born ISIS. Killed at Gettysburg. 1868"

@.-----.
why. tsats.Eny :pame," and the old
man looked. about him in a dazed man
nct. as Though for a moment he doubt
ed his identity.
Yes, my name is Merrill Fremont,
and | was born in IS, but though I was
wounded l did not die at Gettysburg. y
union soldier in a confederate grave
ward. All, that accounted for the lack
of memorial flowers" and he smiled
grimly. But I'm not dead" and he
thumped his cane vigorously upon the
gravel path.
He leaned his hands on his stick and
stood gazing intently at his own name.
1T isn't me-but it is some union
soldier buried for me. and he shall have
some flowers. Yes. I'll decorate my oln
grave" and with a chuckle Merrill Ere
mont started briskly down the path.
As he neared the gate it opened, and
4 tall, slender figure clad in black en-
tered, followed by an old negro fairly
staggering under the weight of mag
nolia blossoms. Something familiar in
the two figures made Fremont pause.
But they did not notice him. The lady
turned up a side path and walked quick
~ toward the end of the grounds Mer-
rill had just quilted, followed more
slowly by the old serving man.
Merrill faced about and watched
them. He was certain now that the
woman was Erma. He expected her to
enter the Ralston lot. but she only
paused. waved her hand toward the
tiower-hidden graves, said something
The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1899-05-27
NAILS GOOD ENOUGH FOR HIM.
50 the Bridegroom StOrekecpeF
n to Them Instead of
Cigars.

individuality is lost sight of in the
cities. 1t is swallowed up, as it were, in
the mob. In a village it stands out with
surprising distinctness. The odd char
acters of the place are known to every
BODY, n their queer sayings and do
lngs are dc from mouth to mouth.
In a certain little town not a great
ways from Cleveland there are probably
as many of these peculiar people as any
place OF its size can boast. One of tliem
is an ancient man who longs for the
good old times that followed the war,
and is a firm believer IN the criminal
weakness OF the present financial sys-
tern. He is a man of considerable prep
crtY, but nevertheless is economicalto
an extreme degree. In fact. he was
never known to spend a 'penny that
didn'tso for some actual necessity.
There is another character in the
town who keeps the village general
store. He is a good-hearted fellow WHO,
after a long course OF igaeheF0fhoGd.
finally married. In this little townitis
the custom for the happy bridegroom to
set up the cigars for all the congratulate
ing males who drop in to wish him ioy.
So the bridegroom in this instance had
4 box on the counter, and most of his
patrons were RECALLED from il.
Pretty o o the ancient gentleman
first referred TO lOunged in. The store
keeper, who felt friendly to all the
world just then, pushed the box toward
the newcomer.
Have Il cigar, Uncle JIM" he smil-
ingly said.
Uncle Jim looked at the box and
looked at the storekeeper.
Whats this for?" he asked.
The storekeeper slightly blushed.
"Been gettin' married"
"Who? You?"
Yep. Me-"
An you're standin' treat, eh?"
Yep said the storekecper.
The old man picked up n cigar.
How much did these seegars cost We,
ABB" he inquired.
oh" replied the storekeeper. they
cost me bout four cents. They're
nickel cigars"
The old man dropped the cigar back
in the box. Then his gaze wandered
around the store.
We'll. .Nh." he slowly drawled. "ef it's
all til same to you I'll take a pound O
nails"
And he got them.-N. Y. Journal.
The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1899-05-27

1t is seriously proposed to solve tn,
problem of d~isposing of city dead by
burying at sea the bodies of those who
die in great cities. 1t is urged that this
is cheaper than cremation and avoids
the possible pollution of water supply
sources, while long association has
made a sea burial as solemn and dig
nified as one on land. Funeral boats
might leave designated docks daily.
Funeral trains are already a regular
feature of life in many cities.-N. Y.
World.
The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1899-05-27

"Ao III
his mission should be concluded, so h Il
he might get away from the quiet,
sleepy village. The very beauty OF its
fragrant spring dress saddened him.
In a timid, hesitating way he had
made a few inquiries for old friends,
but the answer was ever the same. Nar
had scattered most of the old families,
Those alone remained who slept in the
peaceful cemetery in the dip which
formed a vale at the bend i'll the river.
And the R~alstonS."
All were gone. OF the impetuous-
hirh-spiritcd family, only Miss Erma
wa still alive. The I;alston boys
four of them-lay in soldiers graves
beside their gallant father.
Mrs. Ralston had seen her brave boys
brought home lead one by one. But
she gave them for her country's sake,
gladly, but her heart was slowly break
ing. She did not long survive her hus-
band.
Did Miss Erma still live at Iron
wood??"
No. The old plantation was desolate
and Miss Ralston lived i'll a little white
cottage down the road, the one almost
smothered in jasmine and roses.
The gentleman took his cane and
with a brisk step which told of some
young blood still flowing in his veins
started down the street in the warm
spring sunshine. The square shoulders
erect head and firm tread all bespoke
the soldier.
As he came in sight of Miss Er'
mas house his steady walk became
jerky and finally settled into an uncer'
tain amble. For the fraction of a sec
ond he paused at her gate, then beat a
hasty and confused retreat. Complete
" out of breath he drew up beside the
high arched gate which opened upon
the soldiers last tenting ground.
by Jove. It's NJ use. l couldn't
face her." and the old man mopped his
brow. "Whew, how her eyes did blaze.
Facing a cannon is play to standing the
fire of Erma's angry eyes"
He leaned against the post. The
light died out of his face and he thought
of that long-away time when he and
Erma had been lovers. And then came
the war. How quickly had followed
that awful day when he went to say
farewell and she would not look at him
because he wore the mated blue. dc
tried TO argue. tried to persuade, but
she would not listen.
She was n southern girl-Col. Raj
ston's daughter. If he fought the
south, he fought her and was her dead
" foe. Was it not cruel enough that
the dreadful war should deprive her OF
her lover, without calling him to figh'
against instead of for her?
How clearly he could see her as she
, stood then on the low, wide steps,
slim, girlish figure clad in clinglne
white. Her cheeks were flushed anc
her mouth tremulous, but the chin was
firmly set. All through the war he had
carried in his heart the memory of hel
as she stood in the sunshine. framed Sy
the stately pillars of the gallery; while
he, with despair in his heart, but {
logged determination in his eyes
turned, when half way down the broad
avenue of live oaks. and. lifting hi:
union cap, murmured: God keep my
southern sweetheart"
How often he recalled her words. H.
The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1899-05-27

"Jove, old man, I'm glad to see you.
1 haven't seen any of the boys for
ages"
That's So"
"Say, where's Charley Green? When
I was here last he was head over heels
in love with Miss Deudimple. Got all
over that by this time, 1 suppose"
"Yeup, all over it."
"Gave her the throw down, did hep"
mo, he married her."-Detroit Free
Press.
The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1899-05-27

We fall into ranks and we answer
To Dug names on the roll call: "Here!'
But each year ere our numbers fewer.
And still as the years go by
There are fewer and fewer to honor
The graves where our comrades lie.
Yet the blue May skies bend above US,
The flowers our full hands bear,
In wreath ard in cross and in cluster,
Their same fresh spring beauty wear.
Time brings to them never such changes
AS fall on each comrades head
Ere he lays down his burden n hastens
To join the ranks of the dead.
The tend.rand clinging green grasses
Have decked all the soldiers graves,
And the.fiag we fought Tor as guidon
In its starry Gemmed glory waves
They have given their life for its honor,
And therefore We come to-day
To bring them. in tenier remembrance,
/. The: laurel, Ihe palm. ana. cne hay-.-.'
One by ore shall our ranks lie iessened.
One by one will our comrades pass
As they join the great silent army
In its bivouac meath the grass.
Til at last shall I'VE all de. lying.
In q Greamless and calm repOse,
Beneath the summers sweet sunshine
Or the shroud OF the winters SHOWS
But the tears of Nature above US,
In showers or in falling dew,
And the songs of the birds around US
Shall come with their tribute true.
In the heart of the great earth mother
Kept so close to her tender breast,
Till the last great reveille wakes US
We shall lie in our quiet rest
But until the last calls us
We will march. at the buGle's note,
To the lowly mounds where our banners
In a solemn remembrance noat-
Their we pause for a moment IN sorrow,
As each year, when this day draws mgr
We come with our hands full OF flowers
To the graves where our comrades lie.
AIarrN Rnhinsnn in Gnnl GnuSekeeQtn
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..such n Happy Remark

Wife of Patient-Tm so sorry, doctor,
to bring you all the way to HAMPSTEAD
to see my husband.
Doctor (from Mayfair)-Pray don't
mention it. my dear madam. Ihace IAN
other patient in this neighborhood. so
I'm killing two birds with one stone!
London Punch.
The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1899-05-27

In winter it is necessary to set for re-
nair and warmth. but in summer 1t is
sufficient to eat for repair only. 1t is
eating at approaching spring with the
appetite of winter which causes the
lassitude and want of vigor so general
Iy complained ON. Y. World.
The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1899-05-27

Stuffed eggs are always liked. but an
other wa 10 serve eggs is by coating
them with %forcemeat rather than stuff
inc them. To do this, have them boiled
hard-;hat Is, from fifteen TO twenty
miuutes-,hat the yokes may reifet
lint meaIv state so much to be desired
The shells being removed. they shouIo
he rolled in beaten raw eggs and then
coated with forcemeat or sausage, and
fried in hot fat till a golden brown II
liked, these eggs may be served as q
oarn;sb 10 the trout.-N. Y. Tribune.
The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1899-05-27
RIVE Griddle K

One pint of rye flour. half pintGraham
flour. half pint flour, one tablespoonful
100 half teasPoonful salt, two tea
srcsnfuIs baking powder, IL egg and
one pint OF milk. Sift together rye
-four. Graham flour. sugar, salt and
baking powder, add beaten egg and
milk mix into smooth batter. Bake
deep brown color on hot griddie.-'ih
.cinnati Enquirer.
The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1899-05-27
They died for country Meath the somber

They DIED TOT COUNTY, NeatH IN of0
sod
They lie in silence. heroes all,
Where the soft winds murmur and the
grasses nod:
They died for country at their country's
call.
Deck with flowers that sacred mound,
In solemn gratitude. On hallcwed ground
We stand. where brave men sleep, a sainted
throng.
Your fearful tribute and your solemn soni
Shall prove the feryor OF a nations woe,
The glory Of the sacrifice they made.
And as your chant arises, soft and low.
Upon the grave Gods gentle sunlight
plays,
As IL in blessing on the resting place
OF those who persisted In the darksome
days.
Edward 9. Van Zile. In Once q Week
The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1899-05-27


ST. 5 h a d
brought him to his
native town IN the
sunny south. He
y,-oS in haste that
The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1899-05-27

3 THE shriIl loud
notes of the buEle
Ring out III their
music clear.
The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1899-05-27
SHE TEA.

nd he got them.-N. Y. journal.