The Grand Haven news. [volume] (Grand Haven, Mich.) 1858-18??, 1862-07-23
A SOLDIERS ROMANCE.
BY AMY CARTER.

There was great excitement in the town
of N, as the regiment from Massachu-
setts stopped at the station on its way
to Washington. The people had shown
their patriotism by preparing a collation.
for these brave volunteers, and the cheer
ing of the crowd and the waving of flags
gave evidence of their enthusiasm. In a
gallery near the station were many ladies,
and how the glances of those bright eyes
cheered the brave men. Very precious
were the boquets which were thrown to
them, with the best wishes of the fair do
nors, and how proud were the fortunate
ones who secured these favors. AS a bo-
quet, more lovely than the rest, fell TO the
platform, two young officers started to Sc
cure the prize. OF course only one could
succeed, and the other was turning away
with 40! Fred, that's too bad," when his
disappointed look won him an especial ia
vor from some fair hand, for handker-
chief, perfuming the air as it came, fell at
his feet.
With bow to the bevy of beauties,
and bright blush, he gracefully acknowl-
edged the favor, and turning to his friend,
he said
"You are welcome 10 your flowers; /
have something more lasting"
AS the train moved off our hero gave
a last look at the gallery, in the vain hope
Of seeing some face that might betray the
giver, and was soon far away from the
pleasant little town. He solaced himself
with examining his treasure, while the de-
lcious odor of yiolets filed the air around
him, and he said TO his friend, Lieutenant
Lee
81 told you my prize was worth more
than yours, for its sweetness will outlasi
your flowers. And see here; in the cor
ner is the fair owners name, JENNY; my
pet name, declare. / wish to goodness
/ had seen the owner, or could ever find
out who she is. She must be lady fol
this perfume seems the very essence Of re
finement; she is not very tall. l thinl
her eyes are blue; one can always trust
blue eyes. What say you, Fred, TO fail
hair? | always fancied blondes"
"Well," said his friend, ~ declare
you are getting up romance about {
perfumed nothing. l thought, my deaI
fellow, you were moro practical. Yor
know you have my sympathy about al
most everything, but the idea of forming
an ideal from pocket handkerchief is toe
absurd. L am sorry to destroy YOU
bright dream; but moro than likely il
was some cross old aunt who has taker
her neice's handkerchief, instead of throw
ing away her own on such a worthless fel
low as you."
"Now, Fred, you can. no: spoil my pic
turc in such fashion. sIt is only unmit
igated envy on your part"
"Well, dream away, if you like, 70
your castles will soon be overthrown whel
we arrive in Washington, for there neve
was such hungry set of men as ours
and we will have enough to think Of"
Harry Morton, the son Of Judge Nor
ton, had been educated at West Point
and the influence Of his father, and hi
own ability, had gained him an appoint
ment as captain in the army. He was 81
fortunate as to have with him, as his frs
lieutenant, his most Intimate friend, Free
Lee. The regiment was ordered to joi'
the noble army on the Potomac, and, err
long, they pitched their tents, and becam
initiated into the mysteries Of camp life
so trying in its first experience.
To our captain there was not so many
hardships, for an apprenticeship at Yves
Point payes the way for the after rest.
One evening the two friends were sit
ting in the tent discussing the days adven
lures; and, although weary with the drill
were determined upon quiet chat, anc
a good smoke. Telling the 'contraband
to put on the wood, they drew noar t,
the fire.
"Well, Harry" said Fred, 81 like thi
camp life, with all its hardships; thore j