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Mil Gallant Sons of Heroic Sires ---] - By SAMUEL HUBBARD * ’ dr.— (Copyright, 1904, by American Tress Association.] • 1 Tim many gallant sons of heroic sires whose names adorn the roster of the United States army are living contradictions of the time worn adage that the sons of great men never inherit tin* qualities of their fathers. That the military In stinct at least is hereditary is abun dantly shown in the perpetuation on the present army lists of the names of many old time war heroes who have passed away. The most notable instance of this transmission of the military genius and spirit from sire to son Is in the Grant family. While it may not be given to other Grants to fill so large a niche in the American Parthenon as does the hero of Appomattox, it can OKNERAL ULYSSES S. GRANT. fatally he gainsaid that the spirit and characteristics that contributed to the great ness of Ulysses S. Grant are re* produced in remarkable degree in his son Frederick Dent Grant and in his grandson Ulysses. Now in the prime of life. General Fred 1). Grant is almost a perfect copy of his distinguished father at u cor responding age. lie lias the same square face, the same tawny beard, tin* same blue eyes and tin* same quto£ and unobtrusive manner that charac terized the great “silent soldier.” The pictures of General Ulysses S. Grant taken at the close of the civil war and those of Brigadier General F. D. Grant taken today are strikingly similar. Veterans who have watched with keen Interest the career of General Fred Grant in the Philippines and elsewhere are well convinced that he is worthy of his name and should opportunity arise would not be found wanting in those qualities which made his father one of the most conspicuous of Amer ican soldiers. Fred Grant was with his father on the Held at Vicksburg and for more than an hour was under a heavy fire without showing the least sign of fear. As he was then only twelve years of age. the father's pride was stirred by his son’s exhibition of courage. The pluck that Fred Grant exhibited as a cadet at West Point showed that he had his father’s fighting stock in him. He had been in the academy but twen ty four hours when he pitched into a cadet much larger than himself for a supposed insult to his father. At the conclusion of the Fourth of July ora tion an upper class man in a spirit , of banter turned to young Grant and said: “You know as well as any of us, do you not, that Washington was the greatest statesman and the greatest soldier that this country has ever pro duced?” ‘‘lt may be and probably is a fact that he was the greatest statesman. , * ' ‘ y ‘. ' : Saw '*r HItIOADIKK GENERAL Fit El > V. 3 WANT. but I don’t think lie was any better soldier than my father,” was Grant's prompt reply. ‘‘What!” shouted the upper class man. “There’s no more comparison be tween your father and George Wash ington than there is between a plucked hen and the American eagle.’’ Then Fred sailed in. The two ham mered ouch other until they were sepa rated Dv older cadets, who told them that Fort Glinton ditch was the proper place* and an hour before reveille tbe proper time foe engagements of Uil.t FROSTBUItG, Ml)., SATURDAY, MAY 28, 1904. sort. The two stripling soldiers fought it out the next morning at sunrise, and both afterward went to the hospital. Fred Grant had other fights while he was at West Point, though his class mates declare that he never sought a quarrel. He had several encounters with Cadet Quincey O’Malley Gill more, a son of General Gillmore of civil war fame, who, by the way, fur nishes another instance of the trans mission from sire to son of the military instinct. It is a question whether he and Grant ever tinally decided the ques tion of their comparative fighting qualities. Sometimes one would thrash the other, and then the operation would la* reversed. Fred’s classmates always insisted that, however else he differed from his sire, he lacked nothing of his father’s courage and perseverence. and the* same tendency is heard from those who have been intimately associated with him in later life. Another characteristic besides cour age and perseverence which the pres out General Grant has in common with his father is that of sticking to his friends and doing things for people because they arc* his friends. Army officers who were lucky enough to have served at West Point with Grant have since had occasion to thank him for efforts in their behalf. The present General Grant is scarcely less popular among his military compatriots than was the elder General Grant. General Ulysses S. Grant’s second son. Ulysses S.. known familiarly in his youth as “Buck” Grant, also inherited many of the Grant characteristics, though ho chose a civil rather than a military career. The characteristic fea tures and military spirit of the great soldier have, however, descended through more than one generation. No close study is needed to recognize them in Lieutenant Ulysses S. Grant, the third of the name. lie is Fred Grant’s son and was horn in Chicago in 1881, appropriately enough, on the 4th of July, being named in honor of his grandfather, who took a special pride LIF.UTXNAKT U. 8. GRANT 111. and interest in him. ne looks like his grandfather. His nose, mouth and Jaw emphasize the strong influence of heredity in the Grant family. A few days before his death General Ulysses S. Grant wrote to the president, asking him to appoint his grandson to a cadet ship in West Point, and Mr. Cleveland gladly did so. He was graduated with second highest honors from that insti tution last June, assigned to the corps of engineers. U. S. A., and is now serv ing his country in the Philippines. He lias the Grant courage and persever ance. and those who have watched his career thus fur are fully assured that he will not dishonor the great name he bears. Another scion of the Grant family is Lieutenant Algernon Sarloris. grand son of General Ulysses S. Grant and son of the latter’s daughter Nellie, who married an Englishman. lie demon strated the possession of the military spirit by serving on the staff of General Fitz-Hugh Lee in the war with Spain and was subsequently given a lieuten ant’s commission in tin* regular army, but did not choose to follow the mili tary profession and shortly after re signed. In the class of 1003 at West Point with Ulysses S. Grant 111. were two other sons of famous soldiers. These were Lieutenant Philip 11. Sheridan, son of the distinguished cavalry gen eral of Hint name, and Lieutenant Douglass MacArthur, son of General Arthur MacArthur. first governor of the Philippines. The struggle for first place in the class was between Grant and MacArthur, the decision being In favor of the latter. Young MacArthur, who has u splen did physique and soldierly bearing, closely resembles his father at a time when the latter, a young Wisconsin lieutenant, earned a Modal of honor by seizing the colors of his regiment at a critical moment and planting them on the captured works of the enemy on the crest of Missionary ridge, and uo on** doubts that tin* younger soldier la Quite ca/ aL of the exercise of (-!*•. an independent newspaper. BRASH® ffeREVBRS DAY P©EPI g TOT T.C.H.4RBAUGH opYuumr 1004 w t. c. HAfi'aAUOH R CE>e rose today Is blooming by the winding Tennessee. Coday the Illy lifts her crest where stood the tents of I^e, Che oriole Is singing where the cannon tore the pines. Hnd peace has raised an altar fair between the battle lines; Che grass is growing tender on the old war fields afar, Hnd Lore has hid forevermore the gaping wounds of Idar; No longer stand the sections where In hatred once they stood, Hnd sentries guard no sleeping camps In Chlchamauga's wood. ’ i CR6 Iron fleets have vanished from the rivers of the south; Che bluebird feeds her little brood within the cannon’s mouth; But deep within the forest and beneath the ocean’s foam Hre camping yet the gallant men who nevermore came home. Chey slumber In their coats of blue In Shenandoah's glen. Chey sleep beneath the trenches that were filled with armed men, Chey rest In Georgia’s fields that sbooh beneath the warrior’s tread— On many a battlefield of fame are sleeping freedom’s dead. V7TG cover them with flowers, for they nobly wore the blue— __ m e give the choicest blossoms to the heroes who were true— On the flag that waved above them on the crimson fields of war Chert’s not today a missing stripe and not a missing star. Chey covered It with glory and beneath Its folds they died, Chey followed through the battle’s flame tbe banner of their pride, 0 Hnd that is why we weave today with loving bands the wreath Hnd lay It on tbe breasts of those who died a hero’s death. Where the Soldiers Lie in Arlington Cemetery. >* KOOI peaceful is the landscape where tbe crimson rivers ran; * / Che air fs fllltd with music by the rushing Rapidan; Che sword no longer flashes and the bugle now (s still, '•; ! Hnd children play where growled the guns upon the deadly bill. 6acb day tattoo Is beaten; each day beneath the tree LQe lay some one who helped to mahe our country truly free. _. Che gallant ranhs grow thinner, for the veterans are few, Hnd soon tbe rose will bloom above the ta6t that wore the blue. NO comrade then will bear a wreath to where a comrade lies, No comrade then will bend tbe hnee beneath the vaulted shies; But still by loving bands tbe wreath of fame will woven be, Hnd flowers on tbe brave will fall from sounding sea to 6ea. Che beauty of tbe Illy and the glory of tbe rose KWI Nature shed (n all tbe camps where freedom’s dead repose, Content to let her children rest where flowers dech the sod, In tbe heart of their great country and the bosom of their God. wake In God’s bright morning when tbe mists have rolled away, Che men who for their country stood before the ranhs In gray; Che trumpets of Tlehovah, ringing loud and ringing true, mill call to heaven’s camping grounds tbe mighty hosts In blue; Re’ll call them from the meadows, from the mountain’s rugged crest; Re’ll call them from tbe rivers, from the ocean’s heaving breast; Hnd once again united as they battled In their prime, Chey will comrades be forever In that everlasting clime. lnr coolness and bravery if occasion arose. Young Sheridan is likewise “a chip oil the old block” and could no doubt, if put to the test, duplicate the famous ride “from Winchester, twenty miles away,” and fight with no less valor and spirit than did his heroic and dashing sire. In the elass at West Tolnt jnßt be low that from which the three young soldiers named have graduated is another gallant son of a heroic sire. This is Sherman Miles, son of General Nelson A. Miles. Though yet an em bryo soldier, he shows in marked de gree the qualities which raised his fa ther from the ranks to the command of the army of the United States. The Spanlsh-Ameriean war brought Into actual service the sons of many soldiers who had fought in the civil wnr, both the north nnd the south be ing represented Among these were Lieutenant Thomas M. Anderson, a son if General Anderson of civil war fame, who also served In the Philippines. Lieutenant Anderson hnd the distinc tion of hauling down the Spanish col ors from the blockhouse at San Juan nnd Is now attached to the Thirteenth Infantry. A son of “Fighting Joe’’ Wheeler. Joseph Wheeler, Jr., is a cap tain In the artillery corps and well known as one of the bravest young officers in the service. Another distin guished leader of Confederate liorse. General Fit*-Hugh Lee, the Bayard of the south, lias a son, Fit/. Hugh Lee, Jr„ tn the United States cavalry who was In service in Cuba and showed that he was worthy of his sire. James Longstreet, Jr., son of the famous Gen eral Longstreet, so justly respected by his adversaries of the north as a foe man worthy of their steel, is a tirxt lieutenant in the gallant Thirteenth •avalry. A son of General Miculi Jen kins. who was killed in one of the cam | paigns with Longstreet, is Major Micab I Jenkins, who showed his heroic metal at Santiago. Captain Mulvern-llill Bar num of the Eighth United States caval ry. now assigned to duty as instructor in military and international law it the General Service and Staff college at Fort Leavenworth, Kan., is a son of General 11. A. Burnuni. General Sam uel S. Sumner, who has been prominent in the Philippine campaign, but who won his tirst renown as a lieutenant in tbe civil war, is a son of General Ed win V. Sumner, an old time war hero, now retired. Not infrequently does the son of a naval officer seek his fortune in the army, and vice versa. Thomas F. Schley, a son of Admiral Winfield Scott Schley, entered the army as a private iu the signal corps and rose from the ranks, being now a captain of infan try. Another naval officer’s soil is Thomas E. Selfridge. Jr., who graduat ed last year from the Military acade my, whose father and grandfather, both of them admirals, were on the retired list of the navy at the same time. The instances of the gallant sons of heroic sires who have donned the uni form of Uncle Sam might be still fur ther extended. Doubtless one reason why names are perpetuated in the ar my list from generation to generation is that high ranking officers are anx ious to put their sons into the service and use their influence in Washington to that end. The nonpartisan appoint ments which the president makes to the army nnd navy are usually given to such applicants. Undeniably, liow ?vcr, the military impulse and genius, like many other qualities, are lierita ole, and this probably accounts in large measure for the fact that the scions of fighting fathers adopt so commonly and with so much alacrity the profes sion of arms. The military spirit | plainly runs in the blood. Miss Lucy’s Memorial Day Romance *_ 'x * m By CARLOTTA PERRY - ‘V 'i. (Copyright, 11)04, by Carlotta Perry.] STYE was a sweet face 1. sweet voiced woman, wifi brown hair that Imd hardly a gray thread in it and that had not lost its pretty trick of curling around the temples. There we: \ cry few lines on her face, none that discontent or weak repining bad caused, and there was a delicate rose tint on her cheeks that had defied time in away not usual with rose tints. She was fifty-six years old. though she did not look it. not by ten good years: even her enemies said that, or they would have said it, if she laid had any ene mies. She was country tired, and ten years In the city ba l not reconciled her to the big apartment buildings which her friends and relatives thought so delightful. So she lived, like St. Paid, In her own hired house in a charming suburb. There was a dear little lawn in front where, in their season, red geraniums and double petunias blos somed in the generous fashion of the old home garden in "York state." In the rear were rows of hollyhocks against the fence and a grass plot that was even dearer to her than the one tn front. She said it looked homey. In order to maintain her own establish ment and not lost 1 herself in the fam ilies of nieces and second cousins she rented out a couple of rooms. A card with the legend "Furnished Booms" was. as occasion made necessary, ; placed in n window that in a sidewise fashion faced the street. On tlie morning of this Memorial day one of the two roomers unexpect edly went away. The lady expressed | much regret at leaving without no tice, but Miss Bassett said: "Never mind, my dear. If you are called to go, some one else will be called to come.” Then with unruilied serenity she set the card in the window. As was her custom, in honor of the day she bung a cherished old flag out on tbe porch. She beard the music of a band in the distance and wondered if it would pass her door; then, re membering her promise to a veteran's widow, she went out to gather such flowers as the garden yields to the late May in the northern climate. Li lacs, syringas, violets, jonquils her generous basket made a brave showing us the waiting messenger took it. “For memory's sake.” she said, thinking of the old village burying ground where her soldier dead ware sleeping. She had pinned a tiny flag on her white gown just as she did. so many years ego. when Company K marched down the street of her little native town. The young lady next door, whose lover was in the Philip pines, smiled at her from her own porch, and the gay sixteen-year old girl across tb" street said she supposed Miss Bassett was one of the girls who pot left in 1S( 14, that war grandpa served in. Then a tail, fine looking, elderly man with a Grand Army button on bis coat and a rose pinned close to it, passing along, saw the woman in the garden and an instant later the card in the window. lie hesitated a moment.'then a moment more, and Miss Bassett was saying in response to his question: “I’m sorry, sir. but I take only la dies. I find it pleasanter. I'm sorry,” she repeated, noticing the button, "and you a soldier too." “Don’t feel bad on that account, madam. I was a soldier, but I'm not bearing gun and knapsack now. Busi ness keeps me in Chicago for a month, and it occurs to me that it would be IIIc.-cv 1 ’- 1 I,'-;. ' | L. —L ■••iLl AN ELDERLY BfAN SAW THE WOMAN IN THE OARDEN. pleasant to spend a part of tlie time away from tlu crowd. The city iu such a horror.” ‘‘lndeed, it must he,” she responded. “I think it horrid myself.” “Hut you are so delightfully removed from the noise and confusion” —then suddenly —“you seem to have a kindly feeling for the soldier, madam. Prob ably you remember the civil war: pos sibly you have sons in our army now?” Miss Bassett replied promptly, ignor ing the last intlietion: “Certainly I re member tin* civil war. Why not? I was a sohiier’s daughter and a sol dier’s sister.” “All, then we might talk over old j time* together. Perhaps you would $1.50 per annum—lN ADVANCE. W HOI.K N CMBEK, 1,700 permit a tirl veteran to rest nwhlk on your pipjisii lit porch.” Miss Bassett looked in vain for any sign of weariness in Hit* face or frame of tin* man, but saying. *1 think we will find it pleasanter inside; this east , porch is rather sunny." she led the way into a little sitting room. Then they sat down and talked like old com rades. They compared < xperience. She told him of the father that fell in I battle, of the brother that brought death, home with him. lie had been a three months' man, she said, then at the second call re-enlisted and served until his regiment disbanded. He left the service with the rank of colonel and a bullet wound In his shoulder. Then he spoke of the day his company MISS BASSF.TT’S WARTIME PICTURE, left home, of the girls who waved them good by as the train moved away. Looking straight in her eyes, he said, "There were the Hadley girls, Mollie Potter, Anna Campbell, Linda Kimball and you. Lucy you! Oh, I knew you at the first glanee! The years have been kind to you, Lucy.” *T was sure of it!" she cried. “You are John Armstrong!’* “Beyond a doubt I am, and you were Lucy Bassett.” "I am Lucy Bassett,” she answered. It was easy talking of old times now. All the friends of their youth they re membered, all the good times they had when she was eighteen and he live years older. They looked through an old photograph album together. “I wouldn’t show this to any one else on earth,” she said. “It does make one feel so antiquated.” “Bather so,” he responded. “Hero we all are in line just as we used to be—Toni and Charley and Will, and here am I too. Brave boys were we with the tierce eye and the feeble mus tache and now and then a shoulder strap. Mirim visnged war,’ aged twen ty-three! And here are the girls, ‘the girl with blue eyes that sang alto and the girl with brown eyes that sang air.’ By the way," he continued, “do you re member the songs we sang together, you and IV We sang well together in those days, so we thought. No one but the soldier knows what the old songs were to the hoys in camp. They were not all war songs. We sang of love and home oftener than of fame. The night before Charley died in the hos pital tent he sang snatches of ‘The Mocking Bird,* whispering Mollie Pot ter's name softly. ‘Under the Willow’ was a favorite. And ‘Lorena’—how the boys loved it! We sang every one of the eight verses and wept. Weep ing when one is young has its pleas ures. One verse of the song run some thing like this.” He repeated the words slowly: “We loved each other then, Lorena, More than we ever (lured to tell. Ami what we might have been. Lorena, liatl but our loving prospered well.” Miss Bassett studied the photograph album intently. “This was the last verse: “But there is a future, oh, thank God, Of life this Is so small a part. 'Tis dust to dust beneath the sod. But there, up there, ’tis heart to heart.” Still she did not lift her eyes. He rose and, holding out his hand, said: "1 must go. I thank you for this hour. <1 nod by, Lucj\” “Goodby, John.” He had reached the door. Then he turned hack. “What idiocy to think I can leave you this way. Why must it be ‘up there,’ wherever ‘there’ may he. Why not here, Lucy, why not here? 1 lost you once. How it happened I do Dot know. Never mind, so it doesn’t happen again. Lucy, answer me!” “But, John we are so”— “So old, you want to say. We nre not old. You are a beautiful woman and I’m a splendid looking fellow— everybody says so. We’ll be a thou sand times handsomer couple than we would have been thirty years ago. And you will go with me away from this l*ig city into the land of roses and vines, and peace and quiet and love, and we’ll be so happy as to make up for the departed years. Say ‘yes,* Lucy, dear, say ‘yes.’” An hour later he went down the street walking as one who keeps step to glad heart music. Miss Bassett went to the window and toon down i the cartk. She must have said yes.