Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1902-07-03
A Fourth Of July Confession
BY CHARLES EI1GENr RANKS

ihu0eu 10, MISS Darlington"
Fourth of July is a farce? Their
you really think that?"
i mean to say that all the money
spent In firing off crackers and burn
ing rockets has no useful purpose"
1T expresses our feelings, | think
and that is all anything can do for us
in this world"
L do not agree with you. There are
many simpler and more sensible ways
or giving expressions to our emotions
than by filling the air with noise and
o 1t is childish. Grown people
ought to be able to show their patriot.
ism in a more sensible way"
Fudge. You are getting as dry and
embarrassing as those old books you
bury yourself in most of the time.
believe in life. Books are all well
enough in their way, but that is gener-
ally a very tiresome way"
The young man stopped to the side
OF the path and picked up a dry twig,
held it before his eyes for a moment
and then swapping it sharply threw the
ends into the air.
why isn't that as good an expires.
sion as though 1t had been tightly roll
ed paper with a little saltpeter con-
fined at its heart? IL | break the stick
with a devotional thought concerning
the Declaration OF Independence |
shall experience as sublime a thrill
90 thnnnh I hnI Arna Nff n aHpnp -
You might, Mr.. Wiseman, but we
are not all so gifted with imagination.
Most of us require something outside
OF ourselves to move us sublimely."
The hot blood surged into the face
Of the young man at the retort. He
turned his gaze full on the girl at his
side, but she was already turning
away, calling softly TO a robin hopping
in the shade of an old apple tree that
grew beside the gate leading into the
farmhouse grounds.
"Milly!" ne called, reproachfully.
wait till George Lounsbery comes
home from New York tomorrow and
you'll see what the Fourth Of July
means to a man with real red blood in
his veins. He was up last year and
brought more than a. hundred dollars
worth of fireworks. don't believe
any one went TO bed that night at all.
The sky was filled with red fire and |
realized for the first time what it
meant to be an American"
You mean the son Of Farmer
Lounsbery, | s~uppose?"
Yes. He's a great man now, al
though he was born and grew up in
this illiterate neighborhood."
"Milly-"
Miss Darlington, If you please, Mr..
Shakespeare. Does your dingy old
leather-covered books tell you that a
young man has the right to address a
young lady that he met only four
weeks ago with as much familiarity as
though she was his sister,"
The girl tossed her pretty head with
an air that might have been learned
in the court of a queen, although she
had little knowledge of the ways Of
the world outside Of Mohawk Valley.
But was she not a woman, young,
pretty, proud, whimsical-as most
pretty young women are? And what
need had she for Instructions in the
art of coquetry? To the serious young
student who had come into the neigh
borhood with no other idea than tnat
of earning a modest living by teaching
IN the public school she had knowledge
enough and to spare. He wed her
of course. There was no escape from
that. She knew 1t, too, as well as
though he had told her so with ali the
imnassicned fervor of a Romeo. But
ba had not told her so. How could ne
when she met every attempt OF his TO
utter what filed his heart with good
natured railery. But he had not oeen
discouraged. she will listen TO me
some day" he told himself over ana
over again as he walked over the hills
mr. sat In his little with an I'M
rood hook in his hand. A woman does
not like to be easily won. his read
ing told him that. He mad never
dreamed of a rival. The few young
men of Randall seemed to feel that
sbe was not for them and treated her
with marked reverence or surly as
dain. What was this she had oeen
saving but now? George Lounsoer,!
A real mar, with red blood In MS
veins. He felt the blood freezing II
his heart.
"Is he--is Mr., L~ornsbery a friend
of y~ours?"
"a friend of miner Indeed ne Is.
have known him " since was .
child. He is a great man now. Cash,
Ear in a bank in the city and trusted
with tons Of money. Wait till you .
how things will move when he ar
rives."
He aid wait, although with no pleas
ant anticipations. And that nisnt ns
ssw the rockets streaking across tne
siy and heard the honest country '0ik