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PATRIOTIC AND TEMPERANCE NUMBER
Copyright, 1907, by David C. Cook Publishing Company.
j PUBLISHED
. , Jo. 26
Vor. VI. No. 26. | WEEKLY.
DAVID C. COOK PUBLISHING CO., Excin, ILLINOIS, AND 386 WASHINGTON St., CHICAGO.
Juné 29, 1907.
ECAUSE the Cad-
B man twins were
so fortunate as to
be born upon the Fourth
of July, the difficulty of
finding suitable names
for them was greatly in-
creased,
“Tt would never do,”
said all’ the aunts and
uncles, _“to give twa
girls who will celebrate
their birthdays on the natio
anniversary, such names as B
and Jessie, or Dora and Cora.”
Yet the more they thought about
it, the farther the friends of the
children got from deciding on any-
thing, and at last they gave up in
despair. As for- the father and
mother, they kept waiting and hop-
ing that~ somewhere, sometime,
they would. find two names which
they both liked. While they waited,
the twins grew as only healthy, happy
children can grow. Still nobody called
them anything. but affectionate baby names,
like and Sweetheart.”
Whee “the twins were nearly a. year old,
Uncle Tom Marshall came in one day to
have an. hour’s romp with them. Uncle
Tom was Mrs. Cadman’s bachelor brother,
and because he had no children of his own,
he had all the more love for other people’s.
“Look here, Lucy,” he said when the
twins. had cuddled down in his arms, “ it’s
high time these children were named.”
“I know said the mother, with a
puzzled expression on her pretty face,
“ but, Tom, what shall we call them?”
Uncle Tom looked thoughtful for a
moment, then he said, “tow would you
like two old-fashioned names?”
“We would not care how old they were,
if only they were pretty and appropriate,”
answered Mrs, Cadman.
“Then suppose you call them ‘ Freedom’
and ‘Liberty.’ I’m sure those names are
pretty and patriotic enough for. anybody’s
children,”
The other members of the family thought
so, too; indeed, they wondered that these
names had“ not occurred to them before.
As for Uncle Tom Marshall, he registered
deep in his heart a vow that,some day one
of the little maids should have his fortune,
So the children were christened Freedom
and Liberty Cadman, which as soon as they
could talk, they shortened into ‘ Free’ and
‘ Berty.
Liberty's eyes were blue, Freedom's.
were hazel; otherwise the girls looked as
much alike as two peas. Freedom was a
quiet child, always willing to let- her more
adventurous sister take the lead, which she
did, from the very moment when she
tumbled out of her crib and stood flushed
and triumphant, but proudly erect, on her
little pink feet.
As soon as Liberty was old enough to
have-decided opinions on anything, she re-
belled vigorously against having her clothes
made exactly like her sister's.
isn’t because I don’ t love Free,
mamma,” she protested; “ you know I do,
better than anybody else in the world, but
I get so tired of being mixed up with her
all the while, and of having folks ask, ‘ Are
you Free, or are you Berty?’ Uncle Tom’s
the only one in town who knows us apart,
and half the time he pretends to think I’m
Freedom just to tease me. f you would
only let me wear one color and her an-
other, people would get us straightened out
after awhile.”
But. this .was something which the
economical mother would not permit. The
garments cut to better advantage when they
were made from the same kinds of cloth.
So she continued to make them alike,
“Tf T-ever get old enough to earn any
money of my own, I guess I'll wear what
I please,” Liberty confided to. Uncle Tom,
after one of these encounters with her
mother. No one understood the turmoil
that went on in the heart of the young girl
struggling for her own individuality quite
so well as did this bachelor uncle who was
always willing to sympathize with her.
He had tried several times to help mat-
ters out by buying new hats for the twins,
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by well-meaning blunder-
ers who asked if she did
not envy her ter her
magnificent voice. But
not only was Liberty’s
voice stronger than her
sister’s, but: her character
also was developing
strength that the sweet,
clinging nature of Free-
dom could hardly’ keep
up with. Uncle Tom
noticed this, too, and felt that the
time was coming when Liberty
Cadman would strike out for her-
self, twin or no twin.
The summer the girls were six-
teen was an eventful one for both.
For a long time Liberty had been
coaxing her parents ‘to let her be-
gin voice culture in the fall,:at the
Conservatory in a. neighboring
city. But no one gave her very
much encouragement. Mrs. Cad-
man opposed it because she thought her
too young to go away from home, her sis-
ter because she dreaded the separation.
Uncle Tom, always Liberty’s stanchest ad-
herent, refused to commit himself either
way, but at last she drew from him a half-
promise that if she could give undeniable
proof of her talent, he would think about
a scholarship for her.
Then came the celebration. Never in all
the history of the village had there been
such a splendid one as was planned for
that. Fourth of July. The Governor was
coming to spend the entire day. Then there
was to be a picnic in the grove and
speeches by the leading citizens. The high-
school pupils were all to sit on the platform
erected for the speakers and furnish the
music, When it came to “ The Star Spangled
Banner,” ss Winchester, .the music
teacher, decided that it would be better to
let the school sing the chorus and leave the
solo to Liberty Cadman, because her voice
was the only one that could reach the high
notes in safety. As soon as this was de-
cided upon, Liberty hunted up her uncle
Tom to tell him the news.
“Little girl,” said Uncle Tom, putting
his hands on Liberty’s shoulders and look-
ing down into her face, “if you sing ‘The
Star Spangled Banner’ so well that the
Governor applauds you, you can count on
my getting that scholarship for you.”
“Uncle.Tom!”. cried Liberty, and her
eyes darkened and a new light seemed to be
born in them. “I will sing ‘The Star
Spangled Banner’ to the best of my ability.
I will sing for my future,” she said, laugh-
ing. ‘I’m sure I can be somebody, if I
try. I'l make the beginning when sing-
ing ‘The Star Spangled: Banner’.”
“But hold on!” said her uncle,
his hands on the girl's shoulders as she was
turning away; “you must make me sure
and make everybody sure that it is Liberty
singing, and not Freedom.”
“T will, Uncle Tom. I will, if I have to
wear a purple dress with black spots in
it.”
laying
few moments later Liberty came out
A
purpose, because she would insist on having]on the veranda where her mother sat, busy
them exact copies of each other.
As the. gir grew older, Liberty
veloped a. voice of unusual
de-
with her sewing.
“Tt’s going to be the biggest celebration
beauty. andj we've ever had mother,” Liberty said, sit-
power, but this did not lessen the confu- ting down on the steps and fanning. herself
sion any, because Freedom sang also. Her
voice was not deep or strong like her sis-
ter’s, but sweet’and clear, so that she sang
the simple melodies very prettily indeed.
Consequently, it was just as much of a
puzzle to tell the girls apart as_ before,
because no one could ever remember which
sang alto and which soprano. Thus it was
but. Mrs. Cadman invariably defeated his!that Liberty’s feelings were often wounded
with her hat. ‘And just think, mamma,
I'm to sing before them all—Judge Bennet
and even Governor .Bobs himself. Oh,
mamma, can’t I-have-a new dress, a dress
different from’ Free’s—one all my own?
One—well, that makes me feel it’s mine,
and that I am myse!
The mother looked at her daughter and
wondered... There was something she had
