Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-05-30

dead, dropped down their flowers and sent
up their prayers For the first time in
years mothers Of solGiers made their tear
full orisons above Arlington mounds, rising
above the dust Of their darlings who had
gone into death for cuban freedom and the
epoch in the American empires wcrld
progress, and young children aud young
widows mingled with those Of Older
growth who had paid many visits to the
nations holy ground in former years, in
aCgurating for themselves Memorial day
pilgrimages that VII continue until they,
too. are aged and worn
Around the tomb of a noted hero of the
civil war were grouped the gray haired
widow, the two daughters and the four
grandchildren Of the old soldier. One of
the latter, a little girl, begged some flow
erS of her grandma. and toddlinS off where
long lines of mounds with simple head and
footstones marked the dust of privates
dropped the buds upon one and softly said:
Poor man"
In all Arlington today there was no
sweeter episode than that.
Youth and Age.
Striking Were the Impressions as one
gazed over the multitude and conned its
various phases There toled with halting
gait u blue-clad survivor of the Grand
Army of the Republic, who, score of
years ago, had marched sturdily up the
long hills leading to the cemetery with hun
dreds of his comrades. Beside him WGs
brght-eyed, muscular youth, or scarcely
more. wearing. too, the blue of a veteran
but Of the SpaniSh-American war. Both
were on the same errand, to render solemn
tribute to companions in arms whom death
had claimed. 1T needed but a brief glance
into the future to see the old veteran
gathered to the voiceleSs army around
under the little green tents and the young
veteran. and others like him, grown feeble
ard weak, coming each Memorial day to
Arlington until he, too, was added 20 the
silent host.
There was a world of inspiration in the
conversation between the old veteran and
the young-one from Maine, the other from
Georgia.
Il fought at Antietam first" said the
aged man.
My father fought there, too, in the con-
federate army" returned the young sol
dier.
Then hands met in a clinging grasp, and
eyes and hearts met. and together they
went TO hear the tongue of cloquence tell
the glowing story of patriotism.
Here venerable woman sought the grave
of her dear and dead one. it's mound
Tcothed down by time until almost every
curve was lost, to lay springs flowers on it :;
there a woman whose form was full of Wig
Orous youth, yet whose countenance be-
spoke grief unqueEchable, went TO the
grave of her dead darling, who but two
brief years ago had left her so full CT fire
and determination only to meet eternity at
FL Caney. and she put flowers on the
mound whereon the sod had vet scarce
taken root. So the old devotees and the
young paid their tributes at the old graves
and the new, and the same sentiment and
the same inspiration permeated all ind
9loritied the sanctuary of Arlington as 1t
never was glorified before.
Especial Graves
The throngs were not as numerous as in
former years. but the flowers were never
more profuse AT Lawton's grave there
was group constantly standing reverently
around ii. and the flowers that covered it
were added to continually by others drop
ped upon it from willing fingers Two
funeral wreaths of black from far-or Ma
Mia were prominent in the display.
AS Manila remembered Lawton. so Porto
Rico remembered the lamented Guy "
and upon 1t rested an exquisite wreath
bearing a card, Marie S. Giegel, Porto
Rico.
The tributes which loving hearts and
hands had placed at Gen. Albert Ordway's
resting place were beautiful. The head
quarters of the District National Guard
was represented by pail of ivy leaves and
rare roses, covering the grave, upon which
rested floral knapsack bearing the let
| tiers, I'D. c. n. c. At the head upon an
easel. was magnificent wreath, and
around were carnations, peonies roses and
sweet blooms in abundance.
The granite mass that marks Gen. George
Crooks dust was flag and flower covered.
| an immense wreath sent by President and
Mrs. Mckinley resting on one side of the
tomb.
The tomb of the peerless Sheridan was