The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-06-29
THE SOLDIER
The Story Of His Mignonettes.

One dreamy, drowsy afternoon to-
ward the end of June, having nothing
particular to do, sauntered in the
direction of the Chelsea College gar
dens. This shady little nook holds the
home of some of our old soldiers. There
they sat, in solemn rows of tours and
fives, on the wooden benches in the
cool, green avenue dreaming away
the long summer afternoon, while they
watched the children at play on the
grass before them.
A great longing came over me to
learn something of their lives.
II / could come across one alone,
thought, there might be chance of it.
So, with lingering, backward look at
the old fellows, l walked on until
came to a more secluded part of the
| gardens, where the pensioners cult
waited little plots of ground and sold
| flowers and ferns to the nurses and
children, the proceeds of which en-
abled them to buy tobacco and rum
and other small luxuries.
1t had been intensely hot, but now
refreshing breeze was tossing the
lilac and laburnum trees. and in the
cool of the day the old men were all
hard at work, watering. wedding and
raking away, while they smoked and
changed opinions as to their respective
nurseries
Crossing the gravel path, came
upon bed composed entirely of mig
nonette. Its fragrance was delight
full, and paused a moment to enjoy
the scent.
This little garden excited my curios-
ity, and | looked with interest at the
gardener. His face was thin and lined,
with an expression of settled melan-
choly on it, but there was something in
the large, dark eyes and sensitive
mouth that took my fancy.
Here is an opportunity" i thought.
He looks like a nice, approachable
old man and, dare say, would be glad
to have chat"
At that moment, as if by some sud-
den transition of mind, he glanced up
and fixed his speaking orbs on me.
"What lovely mignonette.w l ex-
claimed by way of opening fire.
He smiled. but it was such sad
smile wished he hadn't. 1t somehow
made me feel sick and sorry.
LET me cut you some, madam" he
said gravely. 81 will in moment, If
you can wait"
Please, oh, should like nothing bet
teri" l answered, seating myself and
looking on contentedly, while my new
friend went to work with q long pair
of rusty scissors.
His face interested me, strangely,
none the less when l noticed that the
Victoria cross adorned his breast. How
could get him to talk?"
May ! ask why you cultivate only
one fower?" l inquired, with sudden
inspiration
He looked at me again in that intense
way of his for at least a minute with
out speaking, then said irrelevantly:
You have good, kind face, lady,
and
He paused.
THANK You for saying so," rejoin-
ed, somewhat tamely, feeling baf1led
and wondering what was coming next.
You asked me just now why only
grew one flower. l will tell you If you
care to listen"
YES" ! replied eagerly; 81 am all at
tention.'
ut happened so long ago, yet it seems
only like yesterday. Mignon, Mignonw
he half murmured to himself.
coughed softly to remind him of my
presence
Lady. did you ever love any one
very dearly9' he asked abruptly.
"Have II" returned somewhat TAX
en- aback by this unexpected question.
well, yes. have been fond of several
people hav" met at different times of
my life" was my discreet rejoinder.
Those two were the only ones
cared for If this world-Mignon and
Ralph Stanley"
"Who was Mignon?" queried gen
tly, for the Id mans face was full Of
emotion when he spoke her name.
Il always called her Mignon and so
did he," he continued, without needing
me; ''the name suited her SO we'll She
was never without slip of this
touching the flowers in my lap-''in her
belt or gown. She had q passion for
mignonette That is why we called
her Mignon. and she was as sweet as
the flower itself, with her bluebell eyes
and nut brown hair"
"Who was this otherY' l ventured to
ask after a pause.
Again the veteran seemed to forget
my existence as he sighed and said
musingly:
ITO think that never guessed it,
And they We're such bonny pair too
She could moi help loving him. the gen
ial. handsome laddie. Men and officers
alike in our regiment simply adored
| him.
'He served with you, then"
"ies. but ! was only in the ranks.
while he held a commission"
"1et YOU were friends?"
"Friends-aye, that we We're; from
our schoolbov days we were chums.
When Ralph was sent to the Crimean