The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1934-03-27
A FIFTH HORSEMAN
APPEARS ON HORIZON

By Crusader.
In Arlington cemetery along the
lazy Potomac the army of the dead
keeps its silent bivouac; in the
shadow-haunted crypt of its most
impressive tomb lies simple SOL
der in dreamless peace-the I'm
known. This peace permeates the
entire cemetery. On quiet summer
days while clouds - the wandering
sheep of heaven-stray over the
blue pasture of the sky. = Birds flash
and dart among the green trees,
singing. The warm sunshine Sits
like golden dust through the softly
stirring foliage and falls in bril-
liant spangles on the shaded grass.
The Unknown sleeps as his COM
rades sleep, for here is peace; here
is rest.
There is a touch of bitter irony
in the fact that something of this
same peace seems to linger about
the grounds of the Marion Ma
tional Sanitariurn. One enters
through big stone gate and fol-
lows broad winding boulevard. On
either side are the pleasant homes
of the hospital staff officers.
Through the trees one catches a
glimpse of the white pagoda where
the band holds forth in summer
concerts. Older buildings, ivy clad
are jostled by newer structures
with clean, sharp architectural
lines.
Only when one notices the tight
Iy. screened porches of many of the
buildings and catches a glimpse of
the patients sitting or walking be-
hind them does the realization come
that for many here peace is only an
illusion.
Let the Unknown sleep. Very
often the man behind the screen
can not. Many times-too many
his consciousness wanders down the
labyrinthine corridors of the mind
and meets strange terrors, phan-
tom fears. Perhaps his tortured
brain conjures old horrors from out
of the past the trembling of
the earth beneath the laundering
blast of great guns mud and
slime and barbed wire under the
glare of Very lights Green
Cross or Yellow Cross gas probing
the gaping shell holes with misty,
deadly fingers the scream Of
man dying in agony blood
hecked lips
Or maybe fate has been more
kind. He sits quietly staring into
space. His eyes are but the va
cant windows of a deserted house.
Fortunately, there are more lucid
moments. Then he enjoys going
to the ball game at the diamond in
side the grounds, or attending a
talking picture at the sanitariun
theater. He has small estate
a few thousand dollars of his own,
something salvaged from a crum-
bling world 1t brings him the lit
tie happiness that remains for him
in this long wait for what-death?
He enjoys buying a few articles of
clothing for himself.
Oh, how one forgetsl He did |
possess a few thousand dollars. He
had them until some kind business
men and some bankers OF the COM |
became interested in him.
They were very solicitous for his
welfare. They were exceedingly |
afraid that he might waste his sub
stance. Being honorable men, they
demanded the right to protect him.
They wanted to do something for
this shattered soldier boy home |
from the wars.
The wheels of circuit court
Justice turned smoothly, molly. These
kind bankers became his guardians.
They were really quite jolly fellows
When he was so sick he couldn't get
about easily, they bought him a
to cheer him up, not to
mention some fine SO shirts and SIS
bathrobes. Then just to make him
feel even better, they bought him
some stock in a firm that went
bankrupt. BY this time he was feel
ing so fine they decided to shoot