The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1912-06-07

make the same sublime and suprem
feelings part and parcel of mems AM
women's souls.
There the two little pictures of tina
time which remain very distinct be
fore my minds eye. One is the pic
ture of a handsome first lieutenan
who came home to the North on sicl
leave, and who died at his mother
home of typhoid fever. l could no
understand the bitterness and tn,
mournful tragedy of it, but somehow
| seemed to grasp what might b.
called, the dramatic stress of the sit
nation. He was lying in his coffin
and his uniform was bright and new
The gold of his belt and shoulder
straps was Intarnished, and his dress
parade gloves were as white as snow
His fatigue cap sat jauntily on his
dark, curling hair, the expression or
his face was peaceful-almost smil'
ing-and l thought that he was su.
premely beautiful as he lay there;
literally a thing of beauty, and a
joy forever" Later in lite that pic.
ture helped me, as thought, to un-
derstand one line in Joseph Rodman
brakes poem on the American Flag,
the line where he speaks of the ban
ner as that lovely messenger of
DEATH The young lieutenant seemed
to have seen the lovely messenger
and with his last breath he might
very well have uttered the last four
lines of the poem:
Forever float that standard sheet
Where breathes the foe but falls
before us,
With Freedom soil beneath our feet,
And Freedoms banner streaming
Ger us.
The other picture is very differ
ent. There was young lawyer in
Corning by the name of Logic, man
of great mental brilliance, and of un-
usual promise. Besides his power of
of intellect, culture and strength of
moral character, he had the gift of
personal beauty, and might have
been a great breaker of hearts had he
been inclined to that ignoble species
Of warfare. For two years during
the mighty drama that was daily en-
acting he practiced his profession and
gave no sign of exchanging the calf
bound books of the lawyer for the
warriors sword and shield. Perhaps
he halted in his decision, and had
fallen between the two stools of am
bition and patriotic duty, or perhaps
he rated life higher than glory. Be
that as 1t may, there came time
when the citizens of Corning raised,
armed and uniformed regiment of
infantry ten hundred strong, and Lo-
gle was offered the command as COL
onel. He promptly accepted it, and
! perfectly remember what a mighty
crowd assembled to hear my father
make the presentation speech and see
the handsome colonel buckle on the
belt and hang at his |
waist the gold-mounted sword which
the citizens had bought for him. But |
after the great audience had dis
persed and there had come the deep
of the summer night,
there was another episode, and !
happened to see it, The colonel
sought conference with my father,
who was clergyman, and about IL
o'clock at night, happening to peer
through the parlor door that stood
ljar, ! saw the soldier kneel beside
The man of God-the blue and gold
Of his regimentals contrasting sharp
y with the simple clerical black
and heard him utter his petition to
the Throne of Grace. In sense, it
was a repetition of the scene of the
Nazarene in the Garden of Gethsem-
ane, and the petition was the same,
IF it be possible, let the cup of death
pass from me-" | do not speak of /
his lightly. Very far from 1t. But
In great war like that, it may be
aiken for granted that while there
may be efficacy in prayer, the Heav-
emily Father could not consistently
answer very many petitions of that
kind. At any rate, Colonel Logie's
regiment was SO brigaded that 1t be-
zane a part of Sherman's army, and
in the famous march to
he sea. And at Atlanta, on an oc-
,asion when Sherman ordered
charge that met with bloody re-
)ulse, Colonel Logic was instantly
killed, while Dravely leading his men.
it was his tall stature or his
handsome person, or his beautiful
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