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. THE BOYS OF 1861-THE
BOYS OF 1917.
We answtred the call of 1861
we'll go airain if needed ?
In 1861 we heard the call to take
tip arms in the defense of the South.
We answered that call, and we will
go again if needed. Many then
said that the war would list only a
few months; others said that they
would drink all the blood shed in
that war, but those fellows never
did get there. But the war lasted
four years, and thousands, yea, tens
of thousands, <rav- their lives for a
just.cause. P Appomattox Court
House in 18G1, the strife ended.
General Lee in his farewell address
to his shattered army, said: "f?o
home and rebuild the fortunes of
your devastated land, and take care
of the women and children." It
was with wet eyes and sad hearts,
that we laid down our gun for the
hoe, and our ?aber for the pen.
And for ten years after the war was
over; when bitterness and strife
prevailed; when reconstruction
hung like a pall over our 'and, and
black feet were on white necks, and
we were disfranchised and denied
the rights of citizenship in our own
land. These same Confederate
soldiers stood it all with a patience
that was almost sublime, until for
bearance ceased to be a virtue; un
til every man from the mountains
to the sea, rose up and in the lang
nage Of the old Scotchman, said
".My name is McG-reger, and this is
my native heath, and by the eternal
God we will rule it or die." And
for fifty-three years we have had
perfect peace. The little birds
have been building their nests in
the cannon's mouth; the guns have
been stacked in the Citadel; the
sword has beeu sleeping in its scab
bard, and the beautiful white dove
of peace has been spreading her
silver wings over this great country
of ours proclaiming "Peace on earth
and good will to men." But we
have been goaded into a world war.
The cold, icy hand has spread its
inkey fingers upon the bud and
flower of our land, and like the
horse leach, the cry is for blood.
Already we havo heard the tramp
of the soldiers' feet; already we
have heard the rumbling of the
cannon wheels; we have seen the
bristling bayonets and the glittering
.sword blades in the morning sun
light drawn and ready to strike.
The boys of 1917 are ready and
eager for the fray. The soldier of
today has a desire to do his country
a service and gain for himself a
name for heroism. The American
soldier is the product of a nation
which could not wear a ^oke. They
were born to crovern; to be free.
The soldier of today has the old
time enthusiasm of his race. He
will fight?as hard, and will go in to
battle urged by the same zeal; he
will fire, full or die in the same
way. The soldier blood of fore
fathers, flows in tb?1 veins of the
boys of 1917. At King's Moun
tain, at Bunker Hill, Chicamauga,
and Franklin, their ancestors fought
among the killed and wounded.
The sword scar in the fathers
breast makes an impression upon
the boys of today. The battle cry
is "not hushed; the tramp of feet
not stilled. The desire to rise and
meet the enemy is only sleeping,
like the picket at his post; but a
rustle among the dry leaves, a
motion of a bough, and an army
"is awake, ready to march. The
soldier of duty, of patriotism, often
times returns a victor to wear the
honors of a nation's admiration; or
el?e he falls for a principle taught
at the fireside at home-he dies o
man, and in the winding sheet of a
nation's love, is laid to rest under
the blue sky. The blending of thv
old spirit of 1861 with the men of
1817, makes the soldier of today a
manly man; a soldierly soldier.
He is a creative of interest every
where; he enjoys a "halo" no other
can ever hdpe to gain; because he is
linked in our minds with soldiers
of other days. This true American
soldier of 1917 will bear our nation
al colors through life, he will wear
them in death, and with Angels
and arch Angels and all the com
pany of Heaven, his soul passes in
to the Great Beyond.
J. Russel Wright,
Seneca, S. C.
Sing a song of Europe,
Four and twenty nations
"When the battles open
The bullets start to sing;
Isn't that a silly way
To act for any king?
The kings are in thejbackground
Issuing commands; isSSSS
The queens are in the parior,
Per etiquette's demands.
The bankers in the counting hous*
Are busy multiplying;
.The common people at the front
?Are doing all the dying.
- From The Masses.
ksSg-s NEW LIFE PILLS
The Pills That Po Cure.
I j MiaA'ictorian ll
1} By Alice E. Ives
'"(Copyright, 19*17, by W. G. Chapman.)**
"I'm glad you are asking little
Zenaide Farr to your teas and tennis
gaines. Poor child ! since she came
back from school, over a year ago, I
haven't seen her anywhere but here."
"Of course not, and you! probably
won't while that old crank of a fa
ther lives," said Mrs. Peter Maynard,
handing her guest a cup of tea. He
lives up there on the hill with Zenaide
and a housekeeper, and he wouldn't let
that girl outside the stone wall once
a year if he could help it."
"What's the matter with him?" asked
Mrs. Felky between sips of tea.
"He has peculiar ideas about wom
en, thinks the way girls are brought
up today is setting them on a swift
run to the bottomless pit."
"Well the hand-painted faces of some
of them might easily lead to that sup
position. But does he think he can
keep her shut up forever? Some Romeo
will get over that stone wall, and
Zenaide will fly the coop."
"I wouldn't wonder. Zenaide had
brought back a good many twentieth
century views from school. But In
the main her enrly training stays by
her. Anthony Farr is a pious bigot,
and thinks the stage an invention of
the devil. I don't believe Zenaide ever
was in a theater."
"How strange," laughed the other
woman. "How does he happen to let
her come here?"
"He knew my father years ago, and
Fve known him ever since we came
here to live, six years ago. You could
hardly find Oakhills on the map then;
but it's getting to be something of a
summer resort now."
"What would he say," laughed the
other woman, "if he knew you had in
troduced his little Puritan to an
"For heaven's sake don't tell her
or anyone else Robert Cary is an actor.
She mustn't know just yet. Fve got to
A Small Boat. "^SS&j.
break It gently to her. My conscience i
Is smiting me now. But you see Rob
ert is so fond of tennis, we couldn't
make up the two on a side without
her, and she's the best tennis player j
out here. So I said to him : 'Just wait
till Zunnide Farr comos, and-1 "
"'Zenaide Farr!' he laughed. 'She
niust be a chorus girl ! That's their
brand of name.' Well you should have
seen his face when the dainty little
figure In the rosebud-sprigged muslin,
demurely down to her instep, the
frilled fichu and the big hat came Into
view. 'Ah,' he said as though smelling
a rose. 'A mid-Victorian maid !'
"Zenaide Farr, I informed him. But
this time he didn't laugh. I'm afraid
the poor fellow Is In deep. As for
Zenaide, I don't know. Girls with her
training don't wear their hearts on the
outside. But Romeo will climb that
wall, and before that happens Fve got
to tell her."
"Yes," answered Mrs. Felky, "If
you're reckoning ,at nil with the old
man, I should say the sooner the bet
"Robert Cary Is a splendid fellow.
I've known him a long time, and it's
such a pretty romance, I hate to break
"Perhaps it has gone too far for
you to break lt np. How do you
know but that he is just amusing him
self? Men have done that before
and it will be the girl who will suffer."
Mrs. Maynard was silent, thinking.
Then she said with something like con
viction: "Perhaps you are right. If
she comes today I will tell her."
Zenaide meant to come. Even then
she was dressing with a kind of
ecstatic delight In every move she
made. Cary had told her that he had
some business that would take him
near Oakhills that day, and though he
never came out for week-ends to Mrs.
Maynard's unless especially invited, he
would try to run over there for an
hour or two late in the afternoon if
he might hope to meet her there.,
Juliet, time traveled a leaden-fo
pace till she could see him, and
found herself starting out much
early. When she looked at her
watch she discovered It was
three. That certainly could nol
considered "late in the afternoon."
she concluded to make a detoui
about a mlle by the river road,
loved that way by the river, for o
little boats went gliding past, sc
times with a solitary rower, but n
often a man and a woman, and
ways they seemed happy, f
A small boat, keeping close to
opposite shore, came slowly down
. river. The man was so earnestly t
ing to the girl in the stern that sc
times he stopped rowing and let^
boat drift. She had flowers In
hand and she trailed them in the
ter and, as he bent nearer to her,
threw one of them In his face,
caught it, kissed the flower and thi
it into a little pocket. Then he loo
up quickly toward the shore as thoi
fearing he had been observed, and
gan to row quickly. As they ca
nearer Zennide, who had been wal
ing, suddenly recognized the man.
seemed that everything became ch
before her eyes. But she pulled hers
together and went on watching. "]
girl was very pretty and the man, R
ert Cary, stopped rowing and dr
nearer and nearer to her. Suddenly
took her in his arms and kissed 1
many times on the lips. She strugg
and tried to push him away. Then s
screamed. Her cry must have attra
ed someone on the shore for he dr
away and both looked toward 1
bank. She begged him to let her j
out, and half rose from her seat, t
he made her sit down and began
row swiftly down the stream and w
soon around the bend and out of sig!
Zennide, crushed, horror-strlck<
rose weakly and staggered on, not
go to Mrs. Maynard's, but towa
home. After awhile she dropped do^
again in a secluded place on the nu
away from the river. She felt too tir
and exhausted to go on. Besides, Bi
did not yet wish to meet her father a:
he asked questions about her visit
Mrs. Maynard. She had never yet ll
to her father, and she shrank from t
ginning. She wondered what she wou
do about Juson. He was the old sen
tor who was always sent with the fu
ny old cart to fetch her home iro
Mrs. Maynard's. She remembered ho
once, when the old man had been se?
coming, Robert Cary had said : "Jas<
In search of the Golden Fleece!" I
had looked meaningly at her hair, ai
added, with a sigh : "Fortunate Jasoi
He always finds it-and bears it awa;
lt must be wonderful to be Jason !"
She walked back to the road Jase
would have to travel. It would not c
for him to go to Mrs. Maynard's ar
find she had not been there. After
time he came jogging along with tl
old mare. She met him and got inl
the cart Though he asked no que
tlons, his perturbed face seemed to d
rajind an explanation of such an uj
usual proceeding, so she sjmply sal
she had pT?rerrl? to walk part of th
way, but lt might be just_ 33 well i
say nothing to her father, as. jj mlgl
worry him. Jason promised* discrgtfoi
but looked as though he would not b
the second time a party to deceit
As the day's we~nt oh Zenalde te)
that she must invent some excuse t
Mrs. Maynard for staying away, so sh
wrote her she was not feeling very we!
and had had a slight accident to he
wrist, so that she could not play ter
nis. She felt like a wicked sinner fo
having written these falsehoods, bu
she could see no other way.
One day as she came In from thi
garden she heard voices. It was Mrs
Maynard's ! Yes, and her father's ! Sh
had actually invaded the sanctum ! Ze
naide went In. A man rose at her en
trance. Robert Cary! She went s<
white at sight of him Mrs. Maynarc
thought she must have been more ll
than she had said. Giving Cary a for
mal greeting, she paid all her atten
tion to the lady. Her father chatted
with Cary and the two seemed to b<
on very good terras. In a pause in hei
talk Farr broke in:
"Zenalde," he said, "Mr. Cary tells
me he knows you. I can't recall your
speaking of him. Still, you may have,
Simply the name Cary may have meant
nothing. But Robert Cary, the son of
my old college chum, Bob, means very
much to me. He has promised to come
again to see me. I want you to be
Zenuide forced a smile ns she nodded
acquiescence to her father, and again
gave her attention to Mrs. Maynard.
It was torture to be In the room with
this man and, on pretense of showing
Mrs..Maynard something, she took her
out In the garden.
After this, Cary came several times,
but Zenuide would never see him.
Then her father took her to task. But
how could'she tell him? One day Cary
brought her to bay In the garden. "Ze
nuide!" he Implored, "Why are you
treating me this way? Mrs. Maynard
thinks it may be because I am an ac
tor. But if your father can forgive
that, why cannot you?"
"I wonder you dure come here," she
said. "I saw-I couldn't help seeing
that disgraceful scene in the boat, and
He broke in on her with a peal of
"And you can insult me by laughing I
He caught at her arm as she turned
to go and made her hear him.
"Listen to me ! I um what they call
a movie star. That was all for the
camera." And he went on to explain.
"Oh, Zenalde ! Dear heart ! Don't make
me suffer any more. There is no
camera here now. I walt to tell you
I must tell you-I love you! I loifi
youl" ^ _ ._|
The Most P
Is when he
Making a D
We are going
ing the two she
tides. Come a
see something (
And to those
I for July and Ai
ply your wan?
I Lawns, Voiles,
White Canvas S
The store tl
Cheerfulness in Warm Weather.
That dry sultry weather has an
exciting tendency on the nerves of
laborers many have testified. Even
j those who do not baye the opportu
nity to work in the ?olds a?d ?p?ii
country but must endure the wor
ries and monotony of office life
feel discomfort in rummer when the
weather ie uncomfortable and their
neighbors are likewise nervous.
The state of mind bas much to
do with one's comfort and content
ment. This being true effort should
be made to be cheerful and hopeful
whatever may be the prospects for
crops or the general conditions of
So long as people are contented
and submissive to conditions over
which they have no control they are
likely to be cheerful and hopeful
and thus eojoy life. Health is in
some way dependent upon such a
state of mind, at least one can pro
mote health by such views and feel
We owe something to our neigh
bors. To le of a help to them we
should be caeerful and submissive
to our envinnments. The reward for
such is belter health and greater
efficiency.-Farm & Ranch.
The County Board of Commis
sioners of Ederefield County, S. C.,
will receivebids at their office at
Edgefield, S. C., on August 7th,
at twelve o'clock noon, to repair
that part >f the Clark's Hill
bridge.situae in Edgefield County,
including ill necessary material
therefor. AW prospective bidders
are invited to inspect the bridge
before submitting a bid, and will
be required ;o do all things neces
sary to put the bridge in a first
class, sounl condition so far as
Edgefield County's side of the same
is concerner The Commissioners
reserve the right to reject any and
all bids. I' the contract is let, the
successful Didder will be required
to furnish ; sufficient bond for the
faithful performance of the work.
R. N BROADWATER,
S. E. C" S. C.
July 9, ?17.
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