Dear God, Alva's men were sweeping back across the Rio Grande! One little frightened boy had saved the day for the country that had given him refuge from oppression. But what was that? A call for help? Whose voice was that? Riego plunged into the thick of the dust cloud toward the cry, and dropped by Pascual's side. How could he have known that his brother would ride that night with the invaders! But Pascual was striving to speak. Riego leaned over him and caught the whisper: "Lorente shot me down to get my horse and escape!" And now the gringos were circling round the wounded one they would beat out his brains with their guns! But but why, they were lifting him up, and tenderly! the Americans were lifting up his wounded brother! Many and bewildering were the things which happened to Riego in the next few hours. First, he and the all-but-dead Pascual were carried by the soldiers to the American camp. Then his brother was taken away from him and borne into a closed tent. The soldiers gathered around Riego and patted him on the shoulder. They gave him many things things to eat and coins and pocket-knives and tobacco tags, all the while challenging him to smile-he whose captured brother was yonder! Later the big captain sent for him and took him. by the hand. "Riego Yañez," he said, "I am proud to shake hands with an American hero!" At length a tall soldier came to Riego and led him to the closed tent. But the tall soldier did not enter; he merely pushed the boy inside the tent and dropped the khaki flap. Riego blinked his eyes. Somebody was lying stretched out on a cot, and somebody was fanning him the Beautiful One and his brother! Riego crept toward her suddenly outstretched hands. Then he leaned over Pascual. But Pascual's eyes were closed and on his face was a yellow pallor. "The surgeon has taken out the ball," whispered the Beautiful One. "He will live, with good nursing, and I am on the job." She paused a moment, then asked, as she looked into his face with concern: "Aren't you happy, you tragic little soldier? Why don't you smile at the good news?" "How" began the child and a strange, sick feeling swept over him- "how long before he will be well enough to be stood against a wall- and—” "Why, you poor child!"—and the big tears sprang to the señorita's eyes "your brother will not be stood against a going to be shut up in prison, either!" "But why, señorita? Why? The big captain knows that he was with Alva's men." "He is youngjust a boy," and the señorita laid a tender hand upon the head of the wounded lad. "He is the son of good parents and brother to -Oh, you tragic little soldier, can't you guess who it is has saved your brother?" "You, señorita?" 'Yourself, Riego. Because you have been heroically loyal they are to give your brother another chance. We Americans, Riego" — and her white hand closed upon his own to include him with her "we Americans are going to nurse Pascual back to a better life and teach him how to be free!" The sick lad stirred on his cot. When the Beautiful One leaned over him in quick solicitude, he smiled. COLUMBIA'S EMBLEM EDNA DEAN PROCTOR The rose may bloom for England, But the shield of the great Republic, The glory of the West, Shall bear a stalk of the tasseled Corn The Sun's supreme bequest! The arbutus and the goldenrod The heart of the North may cheer, The crest of the South adorn; OPPORTUNITY EDWARD ROWLAND SILL This I beheld, or dreamed it in a dream: And thought, "Had I a sword of keener steel That blue blade that the king's son bears, but this Blunt thing!" he snapt and flung it from his hand, Then came the king's son, wounded, sore bestead, And ran and snatched it, and with battle-shout BUGLE SONG ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON The splendor falls on castle walls Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying, O love, they die in yon rich sky, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, ABOU BEN ADHEM LEIGH HUNT Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again, with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blessed; And, lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest. GRADATIM JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND Heaven is not reached at a single bound; I count this thing to be grandly true: That a noble deed is a step toward God, |