The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1918-07-23
OUR BROTHER OF THE NORTH
(By Geraldine Bonner of The
Vigilantes.)

OH the boundary line between Can
ada and the United States there stands
no fort. From ocean to ocean the
line runs unguarded, the league-long
burrows of the Canadian prairies touch
the border where the league-long fur
rows OF the American prairies begin
Where the line crosses the great
mountain spine no Notifications crown
the heights or command the valleys
there has been no fear in mems hearts
to set them raising bulwarks one
against the other.
Over the line Canadians and Amer
leans fraternize as neighbors do over
the back fence. Sometimes they cross
from one side and settle on the other
The stock Kanuck from Quebec prov.
ince moves into Maine and raises his
Jog house among the pines, rauchers
from Montana and Dakota go north
ward to till the rich plains of Alberta
and Manitoba. They intermarry and
the children are Canadians or Ameri-
cans, they might just as well be one
as the other.
For there is no lurking suspicion.
no yelled distrust between us and our
brother of the North We are of the
same race, live by the same ideals,
worship the same God.
or all our national relationships our
closest is with him. He is not only
Jour nearest neighbor but he is our
nearest OF kin We have had jars with
him-disagreements that happen in
the best families-quarrelle and
made up, shaking hands across the
line in sportsmanlike goodfellowship.
There have been times when we EN-
wed him the riches of his vast empire
yet to come his we'll administered
laws, his thrifty competence where we
have been careless and slovenly. his
sturdy honesty. Our younger brother
was doing good many things better
than we were and it made us sore.
The Teutonic mind has made end
less plumbers, but none greater than
that the British Colonies would not
respond to the Mother country's cry
for help. Anyone who knows the Dol
mlnlon, who has sojourned there and |
come to understand its strong-souled
people, knew what its reply would be,
Neither generations of self-goyern-
ment nor time nor distance could
weaken the old ties or the old low
atty. And deeper than the call Of
the blood was the instinct to fight for
what made life possible-freedom in a
free world. The Canadians rose from
desk and bench, locked the shop and
closed the ledger, left the pillow in the
furrow and the pick in the mine
breast, but to preserve the creed that
their race has lived by since John
met the Barons at Runnymede
What our Brother of the North did
in France and Flanders is now matter
OF history. Writ larger than the
Plains of Abraham are Ypres and
Loos, from this time forth names of
heroic invocation. We follow his /,
splendid, bloody progress, with tug
at the heart and longing to be be- ,
side him, sharing the anguish and the .
glory proving ourselves of the same
lnvincible spirit. Our waiting became :,
lntolerable while he, the younger.
made his magnificent effort showing
us the way. And now we are there,
shoulder to shoulder with him. at last Q
brothers in the field, as we have al I
ways been brothers in blood, in aspir. c
alton, in all that makes up the trad,. \
lion of the Anglo Saxon race.
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