The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-06-29

wears daughter. All, what happy old
times they We're at the vicarage.
"Mignon was an only child; her ia
Their, our coach, Ralph's and mine.
What merry little tea parties we had
just we four, the scent of mignonette
everywhere. The garden, the windows
and the rooms of the old house We're
full of it-mignonette, all mignonette!'
Ny glance wandered to the flowers
blooming at my feet as tried to pic
ture the little scene put before me.
"And Ralph loved Mignon as we'll
as l." he pursued, though neither of
us knew the others secret. Well.
those happy days came to an end.
Young Stanley left us to study for the
army, while remained to stagnate in
my fathers Office in town.
How l envied Ralph's luck. Not
that l grudged him any good thing, but
my lot in life did seem hard in COM
| parison to his. AS the time passed my
restlessness and discomfort increased.
Despite my attachment to Mignon, my
humdrum, monotonous existence was
so hateful to me. So, when the war
broke out and Ralph was ordered
abroad, made up my mind to go. too,
in the ranks Of the same regiment
Here was an opportunity not to be lost
of leading more glorious life-to fight
for my country, my people and for
the love of old England
How l dreamed of the home coming
after the work was done! Death had
no place in my mind. How l antici-
pated the meeting with N1ignon with
the love light that I-poor fool-imag
ined she felt for me shining in her soft
blue eyes. though l would pour out
my heart and tell her l had come back
to claim her, never to part any more
All, If had but known!'
He smiled again in his melancholy
way and continued:
Eyes, if had only known that she
cared for Ralph l should have been
spared many a heartache in after
years.
The old soldier gazed abstractedly at
his mignonette and doubtless lived
over again that memorable campaign,
breast had anything to do with his
history. He answered my glance.
81 am coming to that now lady One
bitter November night, or rather morn
ing, we awoke to find the enemy bear
ing down on us in overwhelming num-
bers before our camp was astir. The
men, however, soon reused and fought
shoulder to shoulder amid the roar and
din of cannon. which maddened alike
men and beast. After awhile became
conscious only Of one thing "a figure
few yards ahead of me fighting for
dear life. | can see the look on his
face now! 1t was TRANSPORTED, shin
ing with dauntless courage that
quailed not before the onslaught of
the Russians. believe at that mo-
ment, Ralph lived in every fiber of his
being. He gloried in fight-no one
more. He was surrounded and cut off
from the rest of us by six or seven of
/ the enemy double his size. Suddenly
I he staggered and fell. Then found
myself struggling and crushing through
j countless forms and brandishing steel
/ until | reached the stricken figure
There he lay, so white and still. with
his brave young face upturned to the
leaden sky. My arms went instructive
| ly round him. and as turned and
faced the lot of them-perhaps it was
fancy-but change seemed to come
into their eager, glitterng eyes as they
involuntarily fell back a pace or two
1t was only for moment They again
| pressed forward. and no doubt the
pair of us would have been quickly cut
into mincemeat but for an unexpected
diversion created just then by the ar
| rival of the Enniskillen dragons. With
their aid the Russians were completely
| routed. and in the confusion of their
retreat and flight ! managed to carry
Ralph safely back to camp"
"And you escaped unwounded?"
mo, unluckily. lady, l received some
very bad cuts on my head and back,
which brought about my discharge
! from the army as being unfit for active
service When | had somewhat recov-
cred. Ralph told me that Mignon had
promised to become his wife, and six
months later they We're married"
Did Mignon ever know that you car
ed for her?' asked rather huskily
Yes: many years after, when they
came to see me here, think. as they
carried away some of my mignonette,
they both guessed it for the first time"
A bell near by changed out the tea
hour as he finished speaking. so, with
close clasp of the hand, my old man
and | parted.-Chicago Herald