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Frau RosendalE sat on her front porch watching the Fourth of July parade. She beamed with equal favor upon the City Fire Department, the Police Brigade, the C. A. R. veterans, and the Boy Scouts. She paused in her crocheting to sigh with contentment as she thought of her own son Jaho. She wondered how long it would be before he would come along. From up the street she could hear a band playing some one of the martial airs which sounded 80 ÂŁtrange to her. They were not sober, serious pieces of music such as the bands played in the Fatherland. These roared and snorled and tooted with--!he thought for a minute"}a, mit 'pep',
There is no German word for that."
This band came merrily down Lincoln Avenue. Behind it marched a body of men, all wearing olive-drab uniforms. With eager eye Frau Rosendorf scanned the faces of these young men. Ahl There he was. Looking straight ahead, body erect, swinging along in an easy gait to the time of the music, walked a splendid youth whose face showed marked Teutonic characteristiu. "Ach. der Feinel He looks just like his father. That same curly, golden hair. those same blue eyes, that same clear and rosy face. But, after all'" she added with a touch of pride, "he has his mothers heart. Mein kleiner Johannes carries a gun, but he would not shoot a sparrow." The parade paseed down the street out of sight. Fainter and fainter came the sound of the music. Frau Rosendorf knew they had struck up a new tune, but she could not recognize it. Then. one strain came clear and strong. She knew what it was. John had sung it to her when he had been going to school. How his eye8 had glowed when he sang those wordsl Instinctively she rose as she laboriously recalled a few words: "The Star-Spangled Banner. oh long shall it wave 0' er the land of the free and the home of the brave:' Yes. it was the land of the free, and if the other men were like her Johann. it could not help but be the home of the brave. One thought disturbed her. Her other son, Karl. was still in Germany. He had married quite young. and when Herr Rosendorf decided 10 take his wife and younger son to America, the land of opportunity, Karl could not afford to move with his wife and three babies. He had promised 10 come when he had saved