Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1914-08-12
TWO LoN0.LosT BROTHERS MEET
IN RAILWAY STATION AT
SIOUX CITY.
HAD FAVORED ONE
BUT NOT THE OTHER
Recognition Comes Because Of Rings
Presented by Their Aged Mother
Many Years Aso-Roth Start to
Syracuse, N. ", to Visit Parent Who
Has Long Grieved For Sons.

Sioux City, Aug. ia little gray
and a world of longing in her eyes,
sits by her window today in her home
in Syracuse, n. Y. The whistle of the
postman or the shrll scream of the
newsboy shouting war extra" causes
her to start and clutch at the front Of
her dress, fearing and hoping until the
tiny house From time to time this
little old lady removes her horn trimmed
spectacles and wipes them furtively.
for it would never do to let the other
members OF the family see that she is
worried and torn with a deep longing
and fear.
To this mother the boom of the war
gun in Europe seems no more than to
hundreds Of thousands of other moth
ers, but fastened to the dread anxiety
that flesh of her flesh might even now
be facing the reaper is another cause
for sorrow, for her two and only sons
have been as dead to her for fifteen
years.
Fifteen years ago. Hans and Walter
Broekmayer, then ruddy-cheeked Ger
man youths with the down still on their
cheeks, leaned from the side Of a
great steamship and hurrahed for joy
as they saw the mighty Statue Of
Liberty loom out of the mist in New
York harbor. Mother Broekmeyer stood
by their side and smiled happily as
she heard them review their plans for
life and success in the great new
country" They had saved hard to get
the money to come here. and their
ambition famed high to succeed.
They had friends in Syracuse. and
it was there they first began their bat
tie for prosperity and success. The
New York state city was already firmly
established and the lanes of success
were clogged with others who were
better equipped than they. For that
reason they determined to strike out
for the west.
Hans journeyed to Montana, where
he eventually became prosperous
ranchman. Walter started south, but
at first success did not smile upon him.
Hans wrote to, the little old mother
from Ll1l1e TO Tune, out waiter uTlltci
from year to year until he was only
preserved as memory to mother and
brother Of a period fifteen years gone.
The lure of the soldier Of fortune had
gripped. Walter Broekmayer From
country to country he had wandered
succeeding sometimes and at other
times battling at hand grips with the
world. Life had moved so swiftly for
him that mother and brother had been
practically forgotten. not thru any lack
Of love for them. but because the red
blooded doings of life held him in their
grip. He had never written home. be-
cause he says Il never seemed to
amount to very much and thought it
would be better if was forgotten
A train stood painting yesterday on
the tracks in the Northwestern depot
station. Hans Broekmeyer stood by
the ticket window after purchasing
transportation for the last lap of his
journey on his way home to see his
mother in Syracuse. Fortune had
smiled on him, and he was going home
to pour in the lap of the patient, little
grayhaired mother the guerdon which
he had wrung from the west AS he
stepped away a sturdy. hard visaged
man stood beside him awaiting his
turn. AS he reached for his ticket a
ring sparkled upon his hand. flashing