Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1894-08-03


ents ceased their letters except myseif
and this mysterious Leah"
| was desperately in love with the girl
by this time, but she wouldn't give me her
name, and she wouldn't send M. her photo
graph. One night | sat dowWand wrote
this to her;
DEAR MISS LEAH am going into battle to-
morrow, and somehow | am impressed with
the belief that the fates have marked a GER
tain bullet with my name. Always before this
| could into the future-that is could
fancy myself doing such a thing tomorrow or
Hext week. Tonight ! cant; SO in the few mo-
ments have sit down to pen these words |
can't feel comfortable to think have left them
unwritten.
have ali your letters in my knapsack, and
on them | have pencied request to have
them buried with me. They have been a great
comfort to me-a great pleasure. | used to
think that some day should know you, and
make you like me AS well as like you, I've
never seen you, or even your portrait, but
love you as II | had. I've written the truth
now-l love you fondly. 1t seems to me that
have read your heart and soul in your letters.
II should never write again-if should fall
tomorrow, as ! believe shall-rememher that
my last thoughts were of you of you whom /
have thought constantly of late and think
sometimes of me. Goodby perhaps good by
forever wish could have known you better
And ended with my name
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"orHt "R"' 'l''' ever "een m GU re
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was hytu"h y crash an agony u 'houSut
that my forehodings had proved true and
| knew nothing
When | came to myself il was in a hos
initial toni and round than / had been
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rallied.
didn't want to Life looked very dark
| couldn't see much hope in il. And then
it was | began to take some interest III
novels and in poetry and to feel az the rest
feIt-wid to get hold of any book or paper
kind people brought to MS
One day was reading a love story and
crying over it, too, like girl, Tor ! was
not much stronger than the weakest OF
them are, when the chaplain stood at my
cot "A letter for you he said. 1T has
travelled good way after you. IT'S IN a
lady's hand too took the little white
thing with my heart heating like sledge
hammer, and ! turned it over and over
again. | couldn't bring myself TO open II
at first. | knew whom it came from had
heard from home only the day before.
At last broke the seal, and this Is what
| read within
DEAR PAUL Dear friend. have heard OF
your misfortune, have grieved over 1t. For
awhile thought was grieving for one dead
nave oeeh very very happs al'e nva s, ',",
you WORTH nv lucy ter' ,'io ,;, \,
uoine ,'a.ad ,, ,r, say iher
have II would he wrong 10 Keep nv name a
secret any longer. began the correspondence
in mere sport. as did the rest of us. 1t IL sport
no longer. will tell you the truth. You have
been writing to one you Knew 10 ..
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serious 'acI ui'eHS "aH H"''e 'i''. "''V
theh sne must nave iiAeu Ale ''u' tI. ~
those oId times "heh oec"'he =" eo'u'e'
Tor her SAKE
II had known tnaG perhaps might
never nave lett Hay nm.
And now instead OF marching nome
with uniform ana ePauiets' ! must Iake
my empty sleeve DICK TO the tarh' anu oe
not halt as useiu' or as happy as ! nau
been dld not regret what hao cone 'oi
my country but | had quite ioSt hachel'
II had been airaid To WOO her pe'ore no"
must it he now ma my lace III my pl'
low and the letter next my heart me
sudden knowledge that had come upon
me frightened me. Before next morning
| had come to resolution.
Day and night studied to learn owrlte
with my left hand Tor could cohhde III
no one, and at last the hrst scrawl was
completed. In 1t told her all-how had
loved her, how Knowing myself not her
equal, had thought to win name she
might be proud TO Dear no" Ihe transcript
of her soul had etaced the image OF her
beauty, so that, as the writer OF those let