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Show j This Way is Fame v - - - - - -- III way wnh In a bloody Jano where clanking caissons splashed along; his goal, tho lino whoro blazing guns laughed out their song of denth. On, on ho wont. Ills cars woro filled with sounds of quick commands, huglo blasts, discordont drums. No fluttering flutter-ing fear was in his heart, no thought of homo, no specter of tho dread do-spalr do-spalr that waited at tho hearth If ho novcr carao again. To him thoro wns no warning In tho bullet's deadly hiss. Youth trod nil reason undor foot; ambition am-bition saw nil glory ovorhead. On, on ho wont to woo his brldo, tho prlcoloss Jowol, Famo. Another, In n garret, sighed for Tamo. Crusts wero his portion, and his ralmont only rags. Hcrmlt-llko, ho tolled alono, nor cold nor hunger ovon dnunted him. Ho marshaled nil his hosts, and visions enmo nnd went. On, on ho tolled. In the snowflakcs that drifted In and touched his hands ho read n message from tho world without; with-out; all white, nil cheerless. As n chrysalis his fancy wbvo nnd spun nnd mndo Its garments wondrous, then burst In splendor on a watting world. Iloth fought tho fight; each In his way. Ono for a horolc slinpo of bronze, ono for n spocchlcss mnrblo face. Each for an opltnph that all tho ages In tho dust of tlmo might know ho did nnd died. Phllndolphla Press. |