The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1892-07-21

white, her face as white as her gown
4 AMI some red roses Withered now,
rpon her breast.
.ConnConn Richmond the bow
cried, what does this mean?'
Don't scold-oh, don't scold
Jack'' said the pitiful, quiverins
/ lips; Il only came in to see you Vol
4 marching with the rest, and-I'm
4 tired
Yes" said the girl who had be.
friended her, "and she tainted clean
away, and she's more dead than alive
now; and il you'yea heart in you.
bosom, you'll let your play soldering
go, and take care OF her"
And just then Jack realized, bow as
he WAS, that he had a heart in his
/ bosom, and that his Cousin Conn was
the dearest and nearest thing to tina
/ heart in the whole world. But he did
not tell her SO till long years after
wards. just now his chief interest
was to get her home. Nomore march.
ing for him; and what were fireworks,
or the supper the boys were to take
together, in comparison with this
] girl, who had cared so much to see
him,in his holiday glory?
He took her to an omnibus. which
ran inthose days to Brighton, and by
tea-time had her home. He found his
mother frightened and helpless, and
too glad to get Conn back to think OF
scolding. d.
It was six years after that, that in
the battle of Malvern Hills, July 1,
1862, Jack, a real soldier then, and
no longer a boy playing at the mimic
ry OF war, was wounded; and next
day the news came to the quiet Brigh-
ton home
Conn had grown to be young lady
in the sweet grace OF her twenty sum
mers, and she was her Aunt Sarah's
help and comfort. To these two
women came the news OF Jacks peril.
| The mother cried little, helplessly;
but there were no tears in Conn's ewes.
| "Aunt Sarah" she said, quietly, ri
am going to find Jack"
And that day she was off for the
Peninsula. 1t was the Fourth of
July when she reached the hospital in
which her Cousin Jack had been
| placed. She asked about him, tremb-
ling; but the news, which treasured
her, was favorable. He was wounded,
but not dangerously. 1t was a girlish
instinct, which every girl will under
stand, that made Conn put on q fresh
white gown before she used the per
mission she had received to enter the
hospital. She remembered
Jack remember also?-that other
Fourth Of July on which they found
each other, six years before. AS if
nothing should be wanting OF the old
attire, she met, as she passed along
the street, a boy with flowers to sell
for flowers bloomed, just,as the care
less birds, sang, even amid the horrors
OF those dreadful days-and bought
him a bunch OF late red roses, and
fastened them, as she had done that
other day, upon her breast. =;
The sun was low when she entered
the hospital, and it's last rays kindled
the hair, golden still as in the years long
past, till it looked like a saints aure-
ole about her fair and tender face. She
walked on among the suffering, until,
at last, before she knew that she had
come near the object of her search,
she heard her name called, Just as she
had called Jacks name six years be.
fore:
ooh, Conn! Conn.,
And then she sank upon her knees
beside low bed, and two feeble arms
reached round her neck and drew her
head down.
81 was waiting till should see you
as you were that day long ago all in
white, and with red roses on your
breast-my own love in all the world"
And the girls white face grew
crimson with q swift, sweet Joy, for
never before had such words blessed
her. She did not speak; and Jack,
full OF q mans Impotence, now that
he had uttered the words left unsaid
so long, held her fast, and whispered:
"Iell me, Conn, tell me that you are
mine, come life or death. Surely you
would not have sought me here ii YOU
had not meant it to be so! You are
my Conn-tell me So" -
And suppose Conn satisfied him,
two years after that she was his wife,
and twelve years later he gave the old
pistol Of that first Fourth Of July to
young ten-year-o!d Jack Richmond
to practice with for that years
Fourth; and pretty mother Conn, as
fair still as in her girlhood, remon-
strsted, as gentle mothers will, with:
"Oh, Jack, surely lie is too young
for such a dangerous plaything.
Father Jack laughed as he lifted it,
tie Conn to his knee, and answered.:
Nonsense, sweetheart; he is sold
ier's boy, and little pistol-shooting
won't hurt him."
But how noisy it was round that
house on the Fourth Of July!-N. Y.
Weekly.
Magic Maze OF Mirrors.
The Magic maze, a maze OF mirrors,
is the latest novelty at the horticul-
tural exhibition in London. The Wis