The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1899-05-17

roads, triumphal arches, bridges and
tombs, has undergone a change. He1
weapons are laid aside and happy
homes are found among the ruins.
by this disposition of a stipend
Gus wisdom, moulding together the
mysterious Incorporation of the human
race. the whole. at one time. is never
old or middle aged or young; but in a
condition of unchanged constancy
moves on through the varied tenor of
PERPETUAL decay, fall, renovation and
progression
Miss Aida Louise Ritter took the sub
ject, Unknown Heroes" and handled
it as follows:
"All history is filled with applause
for great deeds. From Horatius at the
bridge through the long, splendid roll
to our own Hobson at Santiago, the
world has rung with the praises of its
heroes. Arnold Winkelried, who gath
cred a sheaf of Austrian spears in lis
side, that he might make way for lib
erty;" Leonidas, at the pass of Their
mopylae; Hannibal, with his deeds of
valor-these have long been familiar to
all students of history. But we are hav-
ing some revelations of heroism in our
American soldier-we have found out
that nothing daunts him; he will en-
dure suffering, danger and death, if
need be, that the cause in which he is
enlisted may not be delayed. There will
be many to sing of the hero, and always
deeds to be sung. but who will lift a
voice for the plain soldier?
1.-THE 600 marines of the United States
navy who made the first large Ameri-
can landing at Cuba, after a bloody
fight. marched out of the entrench-
ments they had made, took up their
white tents, and went aboard the Reso-
lutte. They left on the dusty hillside six
comrades and two brave soldiers. The
bivouac. that these eight will keep I'M
der the tropical sun, meath the brill
fancy Of the Southern Cross, will be a
silent, defenseless one. 1t will be the
bivouac of the dead. Silent mounds of
red, sun-parched earth, marked by SIM
pie white boards, designate the sleep
ing place of such brave men.
Thousands of loved comrades sleep
in unknown graves for away from the
loved ones at home. They sleep in a
1andsof strangers, where the tears of
love cannot moisten the green shroud
that mantles their ashes. But if no
kind hand is there to strew flowers, or
loved eye to shed the tears of sorrow,
there is One that reigns among the
eternal stars that daily floods the I'M
known grave with sunshine and nightly
waters lle buuulHS wiz uo"elS Will
dews from heaven.
I'VE cannot forget Dewey and Hob
son and Sergeant Hamilton Fish, each
for a different reason. but deep down
in the hold of the ship are the heroes
who only know that the battle is rag
ing by the roar of the guns, who, in the
heat and smoke, fight as valiantly as
the general who receives the applause
of an admiring world
But the most beautiful heroism and
that which requires more than mere
physical courage is moral heroism. This
faces the scorn of the world and SUI
fers, if need be, for conscience sake,
facing calmly the opposition Of those
about him.
And last of all is the heroism of
plain, homely life. One whose life is a
long, hard duty and whose heart carries
the burden of loneliness and sorrow;
or the life of long suffering pain-per-
| chance, with hopes blasted and ambition
defeated, yet keeping ever the sweetest
courage, for it is much harder to live
heroic lives than die heroic deaths.
"All the fighting is not done by men
| in arms; all the battlefelds are not
| those where swords flash and cannon
| roar; all the heroes are not found where
war bugles blow, but all strewn through