Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1889-05-16
HOW BE WON BIS WIFE.

oms, yet it received . new illustration
in the strange succession of cIrcum
stances through which Maj. Henry
Estes won his handsome blue eyed
Among the recruits who we're SEM
forwsrd to be mustered into. q New
England cavalry regiment attached
to the Army of the Potomac, in the
spring Of 1854, was q young man oI
fine appearance and excellent educa.
tion, who from the Hrst showed signs
of having at some time been under
military drill. No recruit ever fell in.
to his place with less trouble, or SC
rapidly adjusted himself to the rough.
ness and hardships of camp life
Every inch q soldier was Mai.
Estes comment the first time that bis
glance rested on Private Herbert
Jauvrin, and neither in camp or in
battle had he ever any reason to modi
fly his verdict.
The rank and file with whom Jauv-
rim associated could never quite make
him out. They recognized instinct.
lively that he belonged to a higher
social order than their own; they found
out that he had travelled in many
lands; they said among themselves
that he was foreigner and yet were
puzzled to know just where to place q
man who spoke half a dozen Ian
guages, and yet they were never jeal-
Gus or i'll natured towards him. He
performed his duties with unfalling
conscientiousness; was IN his place in
every engagement; proved himself a
hero in the skirmish at st. Mary's
Church and in the long and danger
ous raid to Trevyllian station, and en-
deared himself to every man IN his
company by some little act of kind.
ness or CHEEKY word of comradeship.
That there was a mystery about him
was evident. Not that he ever at.
tempted to create such an impression
far from it. But officers and men
knew that there must have been some
strong cause that had moved man OF
his culture to enlist as a private in a
cavalry regiment in which he had lot
a single acquaintance. There were
hints enough given him to break
through his reserve and talk about
himself, but he always brushed them
aside with a laugh and the Oft
quoted byword of the camps, 'Whc
wouldn't be soldier?'
by JoveP said the colonel one
day, as Private Jauvrin retired
from his presence with courtly So.
lutte, that fellow has broken more
than one heart, and in our set, too,
major, o" I'm Block Island Goldfish
Put him in a swallow-tail and he
would be the most distinguished look.
ing man in the regiment, and woulc
saunter through the lancers like
lord. ! wish | could do something
tor him, but he doesn't ask for pro
motion and doesn't seem to want it
and I don't know who his friends ar,
so as to push him. I'd bet whale tx
q mackerel that there's woman in tn,
case, and mighty pretty one, CO.,
1t was in an Insignificant littl'
skirmish on the edge of Chapin'
Farms that Private Jauvrin received ,
desperate wound which caused him tt
be sent to the Cavalry Corps hospita
on the Appomattox. At first he bad'
fair to recover, and the whole regi
ment prepared to welcoAe him back
and the colonel had made interest q
Washington to procure his promotion
to second lieutenant. But one day
messenger came from the Corps hos
pital with the news that Jauvrin wa,
worse, and with an, earnest reques
that Maj. Estes would ride owes to Sc,
him. ...
The major had always manifested {
sincere liking for the soldier, and hat
tried more than once to win his conf
dence, with sincere desire to befrient
him.. He had not been successful, ye
there had always been that sort o
friendship between officer and maj
that had led Maj. Estes to sit dowi
and talk with him of other. times anc
other scenes. 1t was shock to hin
to hear bad tidings of the soldie
whom in his own mind he had associ
ated with q story of romance ant
whom be honored as an example O
duty. I-st+.a@
1t was on a chilly autumn after
noon that the major lifted the flap O
the wall tent in which Jauvrin lay or
a rough cot set on the bare ground
He was shocked at the change in th,
wounded mans appearance. The stal
wart frame had become reduced t,
skin and bone, and only the eyes hac
retained the old fire of life. He fair
ly started when the ghost of the vel
remembered and once ringing voice
welcomed him, and tears started tt
Ibis eyes as he grasped the thin ane
wasted hand and said: .'Poor fellow
why did you not send for me before?'
The major stayed at the hospita
Ethat night, and, little BY little, as th'
strength Of tho speaker permitted, h,
learned the story Of Private Jauvriu.