The Grand Haven news. [volume] (Grand Haven, Mich.) 1858-18??, 1862-07-23

/" And what a noble fellow our general is.
A man would have but little courage who
would not be inspired by Mcclellan
Why, the soldiers almost worship him;
and, as 1 60 among my mon, l hear moth
ing but his praises. His discipline has
been so perfect that we are an army of
veterans, instead of lot of green Yam
KEGS, as our Southern friends call u.s."
"Why, what have you got there, Har-
ry? Not that handkerchief, surely =
Bless my heart constancy must be one of
your virtues, though I never discovered it
before. That cross old lady who bestow-
ed it upon you would be highly flattorcd.
III allow that is wonderful that it should
retain the perfume so long; there must
be charm about it. 1t is fortunate
thing, however, that you are not home
opathist, or you could not have it around
so long,"
"Fred, laugh as you please, but l have
thought very often Of the owner of this
handkerchief and it has afforded me many
n pleasant reverie over my cigar"
"Yes, think your reverie and tho ci-
gar are good deal alike, both end in
smoke. You won't have chance TO
grow very soft, for fight with these
Southern chaps will soon call out your
bravery"
Two weeks after this, Captain Morton
received a letter from his father who had
just arrived in Washington, as he wished
to see him on particular business. AS he
obtained permit for three days leave of
absence, our hero was soon on his way
to the Capitol. That evening, while he
and his father were discussing important
family matters, young friend called upon
him. After congratulating him upon his
appointment, and declaring that camp
life must agree with him, as he looked so
well, he said
"Come, Harry, with me TO the party
at Senator DIS house. They will be de-
lighted to see you, and it will be splen-
did affair"
az think l will remain with my father,
tonight" said Captain Morton, Gas l
must so soon leave him."
"No; 60 my son." said Judge Nor
ton, "Mr. D. is our Senator, you know,
and as can not accept his invitation my
self, l would wish you to be there"
Harry did not need urging and the
two gentlemen were soon at the house Of
the Hon. Mr.. A., who with his lovely and
accomplished wife, contributed so much
to the entertainment of Washington so
ciety.
Captain Morton, the son Of an old
friend, was kindly welcomed by the hos:
and hostess, and was soon quite at home,
whilc the host pointed out to him the dis
tinguished persons present. Just at that
moment the young man felt the influence
Of the same delicious perfume, which was
associated with his camp fire reveries, and
thought directly of his prize, but remem-
bered that he had left the handkerchief
at home.
Just before him in the quadrilo, was a
lovely girl, simply dressed in white tulle,
the dress ornamented with punches Of nat
ural vioiets, the sweetness of which he
knew had produced that influence. For
a moment he met the gaze of her blue
eyes, but with bright blush they were
withdrawn. AS soon rs the dance was
over he begged his host to present him to
the young lady.
"That is my neice, Miss Hayward"
said Mr.. A. "I will with pleasure, she
is with US for visit, just now." And
crossing the room he introduced them, and
left them, saying
"Jenny, my dear, this young officer is
the son Of an old friend Of mine, and Of
your father"
Jenny" thought our hero, that is the
name of my handkerchief, for our foolish
captain had almost thought his prize a
living thing. They were soon good
friends, andworc enjoying a promenade,
while our captain found himself telling
her Of his camp life, touching lightly up
on its hardships with all the enthusiasm
of brave heart.
I" 1t may be very NICE" said Miss Hey
ward, but you must grow very matter
Of fact; such routine would drive away
all romance"
"Quite the CONTRARY, l assure you,"
said Harry; "much of the time we have
nothing to do but think, and many cas-
tie we build, and tenant with our light
ideals. for one must confess TO having
one romance, at all events, which no one
shall laugh me out Of"
"Tell it TO me-" said she.
You will be amused, for it is founded
upon lady's pocket handkerchief"
What made Miss Jenny Hayward so
conscious; and why that mischievous look
from the blue eye! Blushing and laugh
ing, she said
"Where did Capt. Morton fluid the
handkerchief
Noting the blush he told her the story,
not forgetting to touch upon the bright
reveries il had afforded him.
AS he concluded he looked earnestly
at her, to learn the effect of his story.
With blush on the lovely half-averted
! face. she tried 10 avoid that saarch;nc