The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1918-01-31
A WELL TOLD o

A class OF young girls has been or
ganized in the high school under the
direction of Miss Ruth Titmarsh, teach
er Of English, for the study of story
writing. AS an outcome Of this study
ana work two very commendable
stories have been written by members
Of the class. One of these the Register
publishes below, believing that it is
a real story of exceptional merit, well
written, and showing talent in the tel
ling. The author is Lyndall White
head and her work merits both admi-
ration and compliment. Another story
will be published next week.
WHO SHALL JUDGE?
The afternoon sun cast slanting rays
in at ten windows of a home in Leipsig,
a German mother was sitting before
the organ, but her fingers lay idle on
the keys and her eyes were not on
the music.
"Oh mother cried the older of the
two boys who had been quietly sitting
BY the window, play me that you did
last night. | know not what it was,
only know it spoke of the war, the
clash of swords and bravery, it thrilled
me, it made my blood to tingle-to be
q Soldier-mother-to march to the
music-to fight and die perhaps for
our fatherland-ah mother, what a
life."
An Fritz, my boy, your grandfather
has been talking to you again-God
grant, my boy" she ended passion
ately. you will never have the taste
of war-I would see you dead first"
But mother for Germany?'
For Germany, France or ENGLAND
no-nor for the Kaiser, for nothing
but for humanity"
Mother, hush, you are . German
and yet you speak like this
a German? yes; but l am also d
~mother."
Never mind mother | won't fight,
said six year old Karl coming and
laying his mead on his mothers arm, II
think wars are nasty old things any.
way, my tin soldiers and the toy gun
are all breaked up. I'd lots rather eat
sugar cookies-please may | have
one?"
My baby" fondly sighed the moth
or. Boys if you ever are in war re
member the mothers. forget every
thing else, yes-eyen God, but never
forget the mothers. | am glad my
boys love each other so well. Gol
must always love each other, oh al
ways. Your anger must never be
brought against the other, Fritz yol
are the older. promise me you will al
ways protect Karl, keep him from an.
harm and above all keep him clear
and good"
Yes mother, always"
That night when the boys were il
bed their mother went in to look a
them, they were sound asleep, Frit
had one arm flung out and with a cor
tented smile Karl had his head O.
Fritz's shoulder. 1t was a beautiful
sight and one to thrill any mother
heart, but above them she seemed I
- l~l 80 ,rranJ ay1 an h
blade was blood. The vision vanished
but a mothers heart was sad.
"Oh, mother here's a letter fror
I Fritz, read it quickly" Karl sat dow
cap and coat still on, for regardless c
the ten years separation since Kal
and his mother had come to Americ;
the bonds between the brothers wer
| as firm as ever and Fritz's letters wer
} always eagerly read.
Dearest Mother and Brother
This must be short, but it will brin
. you good news. In two weeks sha
be in America with you. | finish m
work here tomorrow and shall sta
o for you as soon as possible. | am a
Q ready counting the days.
z Best of love always
Fritz.
# Mother, hat means that in les
9 han a week for look at the date
q the letter, oh. it will be good to St
him-why mother. whatever is tt
NATTER" Karl sprang to his feet ar
was instantly at his mothers side.
Look she whispered holding tt
paper in trembling hands Cor her sc
to read.
d. Germany at war -impossible," |
le exclaimed. Then as the full realiz
H. ton dawned upon him he turned no
rifed eyes on his mother.
e, 1T means, that Fritz will not con
IS hOme-nOw."
re The months passed rapidly, news