Muscatine journal. [volume] (Bloomington, Iowa) 1849-185?, 1853-10-21
MUsoATINE, IOWA: FRIDAY, OCTOBER 81, 1888.
psDted all had done. Could bind her TO ber own
Could ask her to take, instead of the manly figure
sac bsd last seen, wretched CREATURE such as lSwss

psDted all had done. Could bind her To ber own
Could ask her to take, instead of the manly fgur
sue bsd last seen, wretched CREATURE such as lSws
then2 l-a5.
nal feelings OF honor--aaval honer--honor tha
blooms ON the drum- hsai-hpuor thst struts ia a red
sssh aud fca.ie-ei hat. I w,uli rslease nor A
though love were an attnrnes's boad. As though a
psnfrl Of Ek conld bit eas the eternal recosd Of
heart a.st faithsal afe9ion. wrote to her. ssid
acardsae wa nnnlarried stll. j had come home
we ai1n untnarrie9; but Hnaiultd, distorted
aishgusef--i.n oi ct 60 l9sk 81 | had no right 70
insst on cur contract. would aot force aiysslf no
on her. would spare her feelings. l ", nd not ex-
tort dnat rAtfestioa af he- prom ise L iJvea ber
still and Should aieays With tenderness remember
but was bound to rel:sse her She was free
Free! Free by vjrtae oe srittsn lease. Free by
enc hGe, uhen the laterSeysp IN nories of fsIs
long faith were buand about b9r heart; when every
root Ct sfocton that bad struck into ber bson had
g rnng up nith neE blossoms Of hope to adorn the
visionary futrFe. Free by lay honorable coaaurs--
when she Cherished ss ON altar thl lame OF her
tsl love. made fragrant by purity and trast.
her letter was Dot like mine. IL quick, pass
ioaate, turning with affection. 1t began with re-
prosch and the reproach was botted with tear. Ii
ended With blessing aud tear male the blessing
sacred 100. L.t TO her. Let her see my face
Let her embraces me. Lst me never leave her more;
ane sne wand sooth mo for all tho pains had eniur
ci. Not word Of h.r own sGrrow:
Scarcely esuid that Happiness b real. And had my
long ab5erce, hsd my miserable disasters, made no
changer Was still, for Jennie, ths beloved of 9TH
cf usysI
:" What did you tel her?' said I TO my confl len
tial comrade, the one-eyed corcmodore, bluff old
hero, with heart as warm as ever beat under gold
buttons H. had taken my letter, and srought back
Jeanie's answer.
" said ycu wer. battered about the hull till you
wero wrecS.' 7.'
T" And what did she say? DID she shu der as with
aversisn?"
"Na; she sobbed and cried, and asked me il you
Sere injured much and said you must have suffred
s'ttariy; but she said too, that you must come 10
her. I" Miss" said, /" he is knocked about tha.
you won't know him. He'll frghten you. Hs's a
ruin. lIo has hardly any body left." Aud then sha
flushed TO Tie brow. "Give him that" she cried,
" and tell him TO If he has eno ugh body left
TO hold bis s.ul, III cling to him -
And where, in tale song, Ia history or fable, is
an answer recorded Of heroic besuty2 What had
to teach her Of honor Hers was the honor of the
heartthe truth OF the soul-the fidelity aud love of
woman born to bless this world. Mine was an honor
gorH like feather in cted hat-like an epaslet-
Ike spur. 1t was regulation honor-honor by tia
rules # the service Jenne's was heter than mine.
lived with her near the old placs. Asd my wife,
the love Of my early days, still the fond Jennis
gsntie tender, trustful-snd from that day buried
ny iseas of the pride Of war.
Jennie was my only glory, and she was faithful to
ne forever.