The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1898-08-04
BRAVE AS ANY SOLDIER.
This Girl Ought 10 Bsooms a GnlIan
Warrlor,s Bride.

This GiFl Ought 20 become a Gallant
Warriors Bride.
Detroit Free Press: "There goes a
brave GIRL" said the woman holding a
position at the soda water fountain that
enabled her 70 see through the big show
window.
(which one?" asked her companion.
'"That one crossing the street there"
and they both studied handsome
young lady in q fetching summer outfit
as she moved gracefully to the oppo-
site corner. She was above the medium
height, built on artistic lines, and with
her shoulders well back, had a swing
ing heel-and-toe gait that marks the
good walker.
III she were a man she'd be IN the
army or navy as fighter, and she'd be
there now as nurse ifthey would only
accept her. I'll tell you what she did,"
continued her admIcer, 'and 1t took
pluck, for she's as modest, refined and
proper a girl as you ever knew. live
In the same block and our acQuaint-
ance is a very Intimate one.
When the FIRST lot Of our boys were
leaving for the front there was an old
lady who had just come in from the
country with some neighbor, standing
on the corner above US waiting for a
car. suppose that the poor thing was
worn out with grief and loss OF sleep.
At my rate, she tainted there By the
curb, and the girl pointed out was the
first to reach her. We helped her into
Amy's house, for that is my friends
name. No sooner was the old lady re-
viVed than she insisted that she must
hurry to the depot. for her only boy
was with the troops. We protested In
vain that she was not equal to the un-
de"taking, and we had to appeal to the
authority of n doctor, who positively
forbade her going and stood ready to
.lnforce his order.
"She was naturally a quiet and retir-
ing little body, but she was made bold
by her mother love and scolded us
roundfy between sObs because we Kept
her when her boy would think that she
had neglected him at which might be
their last opportunity for their meeting.
She told pathetically how she had lost
her husband In the civil war and how
1t would break her heart II her son
would leave in doubt OF her love and
thoughttulness for him.
"'Ill find him and tell him every
thing declared Amy. as she hurried
for her hat. He shall know how much
sou longed to be with him and what
prevented YOU
"She had the volunteers name, and
when she reached the depot he was
pointed out to her, big, strong, awk-
ward farmer boy. with good face, now
clouded with gloom. You know what
scene there was at that tlIne--mothers,
sisters and sweethearts parting with
those dear to them. And there stood
that poor boy. alone. a wlsttul look In
his eyes. not so much as male friend
to take his hand and bid him God speed.
Amy went right up to him with the d.
rect way she has and did her errand
for the sorrowing little mother. 1t was
a striking contrast, that stylish girl,
pretty as picture, and that hulkIng
bog trying TO restrain his grief while he
listened to her message. The boys who
knew her wondered and laughed. natur-
ally enough. But told you how brave
she is.
"'DId mother send me anything? he
asked just as an embarrassed child
had thought of nothing but to let him
know that she had remembered and
tried to reach him.
eyes, this" and, throwing her arms
about his neck. she gave the astonished
soldier boy a resounding kiss and with
face afame was hurrylng away before
he could recover from the shock. I'll
warrant that every man there envied
the big broWn-faced boy, who smiled,
straightened up and realized that the
world had suddenly been lllumined for
him. Could anything have been more
thoughtful or braVe?"