Arizona republican., 1891-05-31

with us, ana nc IS gong to do something big to show what he is made of"
 "Ihe boy has done we'll" said the farmer, tapping the table with his knife blade. "Tecunp's looking after him."
 "Ies," responded Mrs. Westlake, glancing from Dick to her daughter, "and it sets good example to others to be up and a-doing."
 The hint was lost on Dick, but not on Carrie. The girl became an earnest, patient worker, and the trifles that waste SO many hours and so much strength for village girls soon lost all charm for her. Shc was keeping herself for an occasion that her heart told her would surely come. ButtAat same heart often wished that Jack would send word, just one word.
 There were battles and sieges and long campaigns to follow, and the months of war ran on into years. Still no word from Jack. Neighbors and friends came md went between the village and the camps, and Jacks life was no secret to any who cared to know, but neither in writing nor by word of mouth did he send message direct. One winter his father got ready to go down to Virginia and hunt him up, but he heard about that time that the boy had become major and was on onheadquarter duty. and it all sounded so lofty and formidable that the old man was afraid to venture without direct invitation. Carrie was the most disappointed and mentally de- | clared that Jack had more sand in him than all the other Royces combined.
 
 Finally, the wGr ended and all the local companies came home. There were grand times, rejoicing and celebrating over the victory and the return of the heroes. Jack did not come. He was going to remain south awhile longer, all | his comrades said. Dick slunG away abashed and dumfounded to sec how the soldiers, high and low, were feted and lioaized. Carrie was all enthusiasm outwardly, and showed her interest in the glorious occasion by praising and re- joicing with the rest. If Jack was not there the mer he had led and triumphed with were and the victory was victory for him anyhow.
 A year rolled by and Jack still made no sign. His exact whereabouts was q mystery for some time, and then word came indirectly that he was major or colonel, or something of that sort, and hell responsible position in the govern ment service as judge advocate of a mili- tary district in Georgia.
 Now" said Farmer Royce, when he heard of it, Nothing can keep me from hunting that boy up-neither Secesh, Moonshincrs or Ku Klux."
 The anxious fatherset out with hearty good wishes for his enterprise from Car rie. whose eyes flashed the secrets of her waiting heart. In few weeks he came bacS brinrul of enthusiasm about things down south, especially Jack.
 My son John is a marvel and no mis- take" he said with a touch of dignity when he stopped at Westlahe's gate or I the way home to tell the news. "He has been studying hard at law during all his soldier business. has had military practice and got good knowledge of common law. He could enter the bar in six months if he'd set about it."
 But why doesn't he come home, now the war is over!" exclaimed Carrie.
 "He is only waiting for some certain one here to give him the einvitation. May be you know who," said the old man merrily
 "Oh! is that all?" responded Carrie, and remembered a pressing duty in the house. The duty took shape in thin, fiat parcel about 3 inches by 5i in size, addressed to some city in Georgia, and there Jack found the words he had waited for over five years:
 DEAR JACK-Come home. It will never be the same here till you do CARRIE.
 Jack answered in person and soon took off his gilt leaves, married the girl whose faith had equaled his own, and settled in the village. In the course of time new shingle appeared on the street and read:
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