The Arvada enterprise., 1918-10-24
VI
Dawn's Early
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By vRANx RloNEY

Six rows of stars. eight in row.
Forty-eight white stars twinkling on
blue square. Seven long lines Of
red ard six Of white ripping, waving.
gathering up and flying out straight
again. A setting sun sending out red
beams Of light that mingled with and
faded away among the early peeping
stars far overhead dipped parting
salute to Old Glory. Old Glory, illu-
mined by the red golden rays. looking
more resplendent and glorious than
ever, waved back an acknowledgment.
Such was the picture Jack Cody
gazed on. Jack. fine, hearty, clean
cut boy Of fifteen years, was the son
of lumberman and lived In a small
wooden house ON the outskirts Of a
village that was situated away of ever
SO far from trolley cars. subways and
skyscrapers. Jack was a boy Of the
woods. The forest was for him school
and playground and was frequently his
bedroom.
This particular June evening Jack.
resting after a strenuous day, was
sitting on a pile Of lumber anu gaz-
ing at the flagpole newly erected on
the 'town hall"
News. a speedy traveller, where tele-
phones, papers and crowds mix.
seemed to slow up and get down to a
crawl when 1t journeyed toward
Jacks town. 1t had to work miles
upstream against rolling logs. along
old. rocky trails and through long
stretches of woods, lakes and other
things that 60 to make up virgin
country. This time 1t had put on a
little extra speed, being helped along
by some surveyors who had come a.
the advance guards Of a party Of rail-
road engineers and workmen. The
news was big news. 1t was the presi-
dents war declaration. and It had the
village busxing with excitement. The
surveyors had brought the nag along
and one Of them had left behind him
a pencil. c0lored blue at one end and
red at the other. Jack was the lucky
finder of the pencil and With It he
was endeavoring ON q piece Of white
wrapping paper to portray tie scene
spread before him. The trees, hills,
houses and view In general proving too
much for him, he concentrated on the
nag.
"Forty.eight stars and thirteen
stripes" said Jack. "Gosh. but 1t ID
some aagi I wonder who invented
1T"
His picture finished. he climbed
down from the log pile and wandered
towards the "town hall" to proudly
display to some Of his boy friends hla
copy OF Old Glory. From nowhere 10
particular similar to that mysterious
place from wnich cohJurers proouce
cards ana rabbits. Jacks friends pro
shades and shapes ana the young OF.
fist was surrounded by q NOISY cfowo
shouting. "A nag Tor me. Sac1V
MAKO me oneF Oo one soe meE
Across the main street, - one and
only street Of the village, was q Group
Of men quietly discussing the new
and asking questions Of an elderly
man whose appearance showed him ia
be newcomer to the place.
The commOtion created By the clam
orlng boys brought the quiet discus
sion OF the men to an end and the
stranger strOlled over to know what
the uproar meant.
"GOod ~ he exclaimed, when hl
found out. "Great, boys, great
That's the spisit, boyx," - said, ''but
easy there. fellows, until ask you &
few questions. What arc you g0inl
to do with your dagsI"
"Stick II In my window" shouted
one boy. "Paste II on the wall owe.
my he'd between Lincoln a.sd WASH.
ingtOn," xnid another. nd 80 on un'
I'll II seemed TINT the lille will. -
would l1 pupered frola end 10 end Will
the haxs that jack hnd not yet
drawn.
"Fine!" said the inquirer. "Flne
Let me ask you. boys. now that
Know what you nre going to do with
your nag. what you know about your
hng-and what you are going to dG
Tor your NnR? / QNk YOU what YOU