Weekly journal-miner., 1909-08-11
LOVE MY OHIO,
 BUT OH YOU K1Dl
A Maid, A Man, A Look-Back to the Roundhouse- Twas Better
 To Have Loved and Lost.
(FTon Fridays Daily.)

Miss Charlotte c. Freund of Akron
 Ohio, and Sergeant Caspar Cooke O, Whipple Barracks.
 Miss Freund arrived in Prescott tC meet and wed the gallant officer ot
 the brass button fraternity, but ow
 ing to a change of heart, and th'
 Appearance of Cupid with his wing,
 clipped, the soldier man retreated tC the tall timber.
 Love's young dream was seriously
 disturbed once more by the alleged
 ineonstancy of man, and the sudden
 change of heart that came over
 him, is but after all the old, old story of "flying the coop" when the critical moment arrived to stand up and face the music.
 Miss Freund is prepossessing maiden of thirty summers and a few winters, with a piercing black eye, gentle manners, and hair of an au- burn hue, withal of attractive and fascinating mein. She willingly told the story from the beginning to the end of thes storming of the citadels of her coy and untried affections. Said she:
 The First Flash of Love.
 "After Pete Hetzel of the First United States cavalry, deserted me at Fort Sam Houston, in Texas, and after writing me over two hundred of the most ardent letters man ever penned, Sergeant Caspsr Cook of Whipple Barracks, entered the field. I cannot tell how he knew anything about me, or where I resided. Well, at any rate answered his letter, and after the ice was broken we ex- changed letters regularly. This was about a year ago. Gradually Love came.
 "We then wrote rapidly and loving. ly, and devotion was ardent. Every shot at this time counted and we finally agreed to get married. Ac- cordingly, he wrote me to sound the retreat from Akron, and I started for Whipple. But l should say right here, that we exchanged photos. He appeared such a darling in uniform, that I became frantic to see my hnx I Nn T ,1-,,- at Akron to get a nice wedding trous- seau, and after purchasing a through ticket to Prescott, I was all in, financially, but buoyant and happy in anticipation of being led to the altar. Caspar met me at Ash Fork, and was in civilian clothes. I didn t like this little bit, as I had learn ed to love him with his blue suit and the glistening brass buttons that a sergeant is adorned with. But, as I had promised to marry him, and as I had travelled a long way, I determined to stick. We reached the house and I went up to my room. Caspar went also. We talked over the past year or so, and all that frivilous stuff that goes with ante-matrimonial plans. At this juneture, she said, the man made pre-nuptial proposition, and this being defiantly rejected, he picked up his blouse and went out )f the room.
 "Of course, I felt disappointed and Yesterday I went to the post, and called him down. The officer was present, and believe he will stand by me to the ,xtent of his ability.
 q had a talk with Caspar while It Whipple, and he put me off, say ng that he had to go on guard duty hat afternoon, but would meet me ater on a knoll near the post, and lE would yet be well. I have not he least confidence whatever in him. md l will not keep that engage ( nent." !"
 At this point in the story, Miss 'reund jumped up and went to her oom, producing a big envelope that ; nelOsed the photo of Sergeant Cook, ( nd holding it aloof, said: "There s s the piker. I don't believe he ever intended to marry me, any more than |. id Pete. When we met at Ash ( 'Ork all he had to do was to say l hat I didn't fill the bill in person, ven if my photo agreeably impressed i i'm. But why did he persist in writ S ng so many hundred letters, all ' ouched in the most affectionate Ian V uage, and of such ardOr that they t lade me weaken and come to him? I 'Ou can have few of the letters or publication, and the public can T ldge." c
 Here Is One. f