Clarksville weekly chronicle. [volume] (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1865-1867, 1867-01-04
STONEWALL JACKSON'S STAR,
AN INCIDENT OF TIE WAR.

In the fall of 1864, was detached from
field duty in Gen. Lees army, and entrusted
by the Confederate Government with mis-
sion to one Of the Northern States, re-
requiring great secrecy and dispatch; but
with this my story has nothing to do, save
as an explanation Of my presence at such a
time in the enemy's Territory. Having this
reason to remain few days in Philadelphia,
was surprised and grati6ed to find SYM
pathizers with our great struggle even in
that most radical aud loyal city. Carefully
concealing my position aud business there
from my old friends, who so gladly threw
open their doors and hearts to traitor, So
called, to- enter, | enjoyed some pleasant
hours in the society Of those who were COM
PEELED to speak with bated breath, but whose
hearts throbbed and eyes kindled at the re-
cital Of Southern wrongs and Southern val
or.
Upon descending to breakfast one fair Oc-
tober morning, my hostess, Mrs. B., Ia Vir-
ginian herself but married to Northern
man. met me, wreathed in smiles, holding
in her hand highly embossed envelope,
whose dainty ribbon knot, and beautifully
engraved initial letters, although entirely
different from anything of the kind Il had
seen for threee years, savored 10 my mind
strongly of matrimony. My thoughts went
back to the halcyOn days : of the past
before heavy cares and disappointments had
left their impress upon the heart and brain
and the exposure to camp life, added to the
fatigue and privations of the march, had
ploughed long, silvery tracts in my raven
locks--the only silver, by the way, then in
my possession. When "looked love into
eyes that spake again." aud the merry mar
riage bell was ready to chime for me when
just such bits Of perfumed pasteboard cover
ed my table, and my services were asked by
friends, who joyfully entering the matrimo-
nial bark bid me God speed on like cruise
The sequel of these thoughts, which fash.
ed along the wires of memory, issued from
my lips in the single word, wedding2"
"You are good guesser," said my fair
friend. "Yes, it is Gn invitation to the
marriage and reception of my lovely little
pet Minnie Norton. whom you met here the
other evening and admired so much. She
was born in the Old Dominion, and clings
fondly to. every recollection Of our glorious
old mother State. For two years she has
devoted herself exclusively to relieving the
heeesSo v. Non'eue'"'o P'H"us'', u
nursing the sick and wounded in the hospi-
tails here. Listen TO what she says IN note
accompanying the invitation card >,
bnng your mysterious ana agreaoie
friend, hr- WIN you on the l2lh although
he VIII not tell us the nature OF his mission
here, because he has the absurd idea that a
woman cannot keep secret, yet know II
is something connected with the welfare ol
my beloved South, the land OF Jackson anc
Lee. Ills hearty cordial tones and dear old
accent are music to my ear will you moi
ask him TO grace my wedding With his pres
ence
81 shall be only too happy to accept, said
"that note falls like balm to my heart
none but dear little Virginian girl could
have written such: | hope the man Of bel