The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1922-05-31
CHAPTER XVI.


to the surface now and gradually be-
came heard as the thunder OF n million
feet upon the training grounds. The
bugles rang sharper; the drums and
| fifes of town and village and country
side were the drums and flfes Of q
war that came closer and closer to
| every hearth between the two oceans.
All the old symbols became symbols
bright and new, as If no one had ever
seen them before. America" was like
new word, and the song America"
was like a new song. All the dusty
blatancies Of Grating candidates, seek
ing to rouse bored auditors with "the
old flag" all the mechanical patriotics
of school and church and club; all
these time-worn, laccid things leaped
suddenly into living color. The flag
became brilliant and strange to see
strange with q meaning that seemed
new, a meaning long known, yet never
known till now.
And so hearts that thought they
knew themselves came upon ambushes
Of emotion and hidden indwellings of
| spirit not guessed before. Dora Yo-
cum, listening to the "Star-Spangled
Banner sung by children of immi-
grants to an out-of-tune old piano i'm
a mission clubr0om, in Chicago, found
herself crying with a soul-shaking
heartiness in way different from 9TH
er ways that she had cried Among
the many things she thought Of then
was this: That the banner the chill
dren were singing about was in dan
ger. The great country, almost con-
tinent, had always seemed so untOuch-
able, so safe and sure; she had never
been able to conceive OF hostile
power mighty enough to shake or even
jar It, And since so great and funda-
mental thing could not be injured, a
war for its defense had appeared to
be, in her eyes, not only wicked but
ridiculous. At last, less and less
vaguely, she had come to comprehend
something Of the colossal German
threat, and the shadow that touched
this bright banner of which the immi-
grants children piped so briskly In the
mission clubrbom.
She began to understand, though
she could not have told just why, or
now, or at what moment understand.
ing reached her. Size began to under
| stand that her country, threatened to
the life, had flung its line those thou
sands of miles across the sea, to stand
and hold Hlndenburg and LudendorT
nd oil bot no hi,nn .l,rIn
crown princes. their Krupp and Skoda
monstrous engines, and their mons
| trous other engines of men made into
armies. Through the long haze Of
misted sea-miles and the smoke Of
land-miles she perceived that brown
line Of ours, and knew 1t stood there
that Freedom, and the Nation itself,
might not perish from the earth.
And so, week later, she went home
| and came nervously to Ramsey's moth
er and found how to direct the letter
she wanted to write. He was in France.
As the old phrase went, she poured
out her heart. 1t seems to apply to her
| letter.
She wrote:
Don't misunderstood me. felt that
my bitter speech to you had driven you
| TO take the step you did. l felt that
had sent you to be killed, and that
ought to be killed for doing it, but
knew that you had other motives, too.
| knew, Of course, that you thought of
the country more than you did of me,
or Of any mad thing I,could say-but
] thought that what ] said might have
been the prompting thing, the word
that threw you into 1t SO hastily and
before you were ready, perhaps.
dreaded to bear that terrible response.
bility. l hope'y understand.
"My great mistake has been-I
| thought / was SO 'logical'-it's been
in my starting everything with
thought I'd never proven: that war Is
the worst thing, and all other evils
were lesser l was wrong. l was
wrong. because war isn't the worst
evil. Slavery is a worse evil, and now
I want TO tell you have come TO see
| that you are making war on those that
make slavery. Yes, you are fighting
those that make both war and slavery,
and you are right, and | humbly rev.
erence and honor all Of you who are
In this right war. ] have come home
TO work,in the Red Cross here; work
there all day, and all day l keep say
lug to myself-but really mean TO you
Its what ! pray, and oh, how ] pray
L.: God be with you and grant you
the yictoryr For you must win and
yon win win. s
Forgive me. oh, please-and II you
will, could you write TO mel know
| you have things TO do more important
than 'xirls-but Oh, couldn't you.
pleaser'
| This letter. which she had taken
care not to dampen. as she wrote, went
In slow course TO the american Ex-
peditiohary Forces In France" and
finally found him whom II patiently
sought He delayed not long to answer,
| and 10 time she held In shaking hand