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


,ras n great stout fellow with shoulders
like those they tell of in the old English
ballad of robin Hood" that measured
cloth ward" from tip to tip. | rather fan
oiod all that sort of thing was for women
and girls. and perhaps might have
tboueht so still if had never been to the
army and had never come back, to sit,
bour bv hour, for weary days, doing Moth
;py Then began to read works OF fiction,
and TO wonder, as found the ones liked
most were the truest, whether my left
hand writing might not be turned to some
account in jotting down my memories
and mixing them up with my fancies, as
they say story writers by profession do
and as think probable.
was as patriotic as most young fellows
| hope. but when | marched away | did
think of riding back General l3agnet--
we'll say ljagnet; it's rs good name as
any other could see mothers eyes
sparkle and Sister Jean clap her hands for
ioy. but didn't think a. much of that rs
of what Miss Stockton would think of it
all To tell the truth she had driven me
away from home. was desperately in
love with her That might have kept me,
YOU say But you see she was the belle OF
the place, ana her people were very ld9h
ionable and lived IN great country seat
with host OF servants TO wall upon VneH'
and we were only farmers, anu III p"9S
seasons mother and Jean ana Their own
housework ana knew was roiSh ana
unpublished ana not III ior her ana uuuet
stood that thou8h She never tooh airs
she felt as much ABOVE me as tho"Eh we
were not al lree ana equal 90 Halu
this to myself: III never pine ana whine
about 1t, As am couldn't WIN hef' ~
go away with the boys ana hght as sol
der should, and I'll make name even she
might be proud Of and come oack' 'od
willing, to try my tate. 30 Rachael Stock
ton did drive me from home you see ana
make soldier OF me without knowing 1t.
never shall forget how mother TOOK IT,
She was IN tue kitchen peellng onions "heh
went in to tell her said She
Paul, what brings you nome so early!
You're not slck2'
No, mother sad l, M well enough
but thought I'd spend the last afternoon
with you. M OH tomorrow.
on! cried she' mere, faui!
10 the army, sala l. We enl'SVeo.
ohe cropped 1he khi'e Sl,e neiu anu S"'
down the great tears rolllh9 oo"n her
cheeks
lhey say we mothers shoulu De glau 10
send our boys from us, she SAID out u
hard to bear | shan't ever see you again
PauI. know that we'll
why mother sad l. what lahcy'
But fancy or not she stuck 10 H. ana
Kept sobDng softly to herself as thougn
were dead. She got everything ready LOT
me- but she never once stopped crying ana
went away leaving her III tears. never
saw her smile again, for month after
ward She died. fever broke out IN the
place ana she was tue tourCh VINO lell lts
Nictim' Nheh the news came Wlsheu
almost that had put away all my dreams
OF glory ana lame ana Rachel STOCKTON
and staid at home, but it was no use wish
ing, none In the world, and was growing
iona OF a soldiers Lie-lohu' althouSh
began to understand 1t better, and TO know
That every brave man did not become an
oHicer--although that fancy OF beng some
day rch and renowned enough TO make
even Miss Stockton proud OF me began to
seem no more substantial than the lancles
oil dream.
One day when was rather low spirited,
Tor we were in camp and there was moth
ing to do but think, my friend Jack Am
mon came to me laughing.
DO you want some funy asked he
Fun, said l. us there any?'
Yes said he. join the postoftice
club
What's that?' asked
A doz' II of us have formed club
said he. We're going to correspond with
any charitable young ladies who VIII take
pity on our forlorn situation
Nonsense" said l.
Fact aid he.
Well said l. I'm the first place Pm no
writer. la the next place don't believe
any girl should care to correspond with