The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1875-08-11
Two Dollars a Year.
A Real Love Story from Wash.
iuEtOn, with "a Moral.

;. NJ. B., in Washington letter to tn
1 Inter-Ocean, tells the following:
Don't you want to hear love story
real pretty little love story-not to,
much plot to it for hot weather? Well
once upon a time there was father o;
several daughters and of all the daugh.
! tiers he loved the youngest best She
was not very pretty, or stylish, or fash
lonable, or accomplished but she was
one OF those sweet tempered, sympathetic
girls who know how 10 be affectionate
without being foolish, and firm without
being obstinate; and who, when somebody
comes to take them away leaves a larger
gap IN the home circle than the fairest
face or the wisest tongue.
Soft wasn't strange, was it, that the fa.
Their kept a strict watch on the fellows
who came around TO see his daughter
home from this place, that place, and the
other place? OF course not. None of
them got much encouragement from him.
He would glare at them over his paper in
the evening, and freeze their obsequious
Salutes on the street with the st:tiest sort
of acknowledgment. Indeed, he scared
most OF them away; but at last one came
along who seemed inclined to stick. He
Was, was from out West, some where. His
tanner or something of that sort-and he
himself was a second lieutenant.
Dear me, how the old gentleman bris-
tied. What on earth did that fellow.
with no pedigree and small salary.
mean by visiting his daughter he should
like to know. | think q" his daughter"
knew if he didn't, and I'm afraid that, to
be truthful historian | must admit that
she went over TO the enenys side and en- |
couraged the fellow" And how he |
stuck he was dreadfully obstinate: the |
sort of fellow who would fight it out on |
one line il it took all summer; but lust |
as the fathers patience was beginning 10 /
give out entirely, the Mexican war broke
out, and the obnoxious second lieutenant |
son of tanner-was ordered 10 Join
his regiment.
He could not love her so much, loved |
he not honor more. So he had to 90,
much to the fathers delight, who thought
he had fixed things all right by insisting
that all the letters that this upstart should
should write to his daughter should
be read by him. Well, the letters came.
the most lrreproachable letters that ever
Il poor second lieutenant wrote. They
were ali war--no love--nothing but gums
and drums and wounds" That was before
the days of newspapers, you must remem.
Der, before the days of "those horrid
newspaper correspondents" (vie crea-
lures > so that news direct from the seat
OF war was great thing; and sure enough,
before two months were over, the old gen
frOt inf -, . |
that he encouraged his daughters to keep
up brisk correspondence.
The war went on the second lieuten-
ant did his duty quietly but unfalteringly,
won the love of his men, who had n great
deal of respect for this beardless, silent
young man, and he wrote his letters with |
rever word of love in them. When the
war was over, and the rewards were han
lied around, don't know that any par
Licular prize fell TO him for in the first
place he had not done anything particu-
arly brilliant-he had only done his du-
Ly; and in the next place, he was such
4 quiet fellow that very few people found
him out at all.
But this much he did achieve-proving
his pen to be mightier than his sword.
He conquered his sweetheart's father
and, to cut the story short, he married
ler at last. He married her and settled
Town to a domestic, simple, happy life,
his children growing up around him
md so ended the first chapter. He
night have stayed so forever, but for
itlle disturbance in the country, some
welve or fourteen years ago, that called
)ut all the soldiers and our second lieu +,
enant, now n square built, bearded man,
Nth several titles to his name, marched (
)ut to fight and what was funny, to
light dashing young Virginian, whom
ne messed with in the Mexican days.
They were both Of them good soldiers,
md they fought well, but there was a {
staying power in the Western fellow that
he Southern lacked. As | said before,
le was the kind Of man that would fight
t out on one line if it took all summer.
It took several summers and winters, too;
out finally our friend beat and he has
beaten in other fights since.
As to the girl who was not afraid 10
marry a second lieutenant, we all know I
her to-day as loving daughter an hon
bred wife, and wise mother. With the {
anne unaffected virtues that adorned her
mall home circle, she fills the highest r
station in the land, and when it shall be
Ter turn to leave it and return to the do 8
nestle life, whose memory she has al
Ways cherished, she will bear with her
he hearty respect Of the public for the
Example she has set to all American
women. 7
The moral of this story is-for this Is
story with a moral-that when fathers !
:ome across IA fellow with true manliness
bout him-they needn't be afraid to let ,
wen their bestowed daughter marry ,
lin, for, though he be nothing but
second lieutenant then, the old gentle =
nan may, like Mr.. Dent, be able to re-
er to that same young fellow, some day, !
Is "My son-in-law, the President of the
United States"