Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-01-06

smile. She's barely up to Captain
Jacksons shoulder, but then, as she
tells you, he is really exceptionally
tall. Only for a minute did l see her
to clasp her hand and wish her joy,
before she was swept away to the we'd
ding supper. but the big, blue-eyed
soldier husband talked for her at
Headquarters after the wedding.
Yes, Mrs. Jackson Is on duty, and
I'm awfully sorry you can't see her,
but i have to so without seeing her
myself. We've started a little home
over at East Orange, though, and hope
to settle down there for q little while
until marching orders come.
"'You see, when you've only been
married two weeks. it's not easy to get
down to facts on how it all happened
always cared most for the captain,
even when l was a boy. ! think We
were pretty sure of ourselves five years
ago, before she was sent away to
Moody's School up at Northfield,
Mass, to prepare for her Army service.
But we could not be officially engaged
until We were both in the regular
army.
L started active work myself here
in New York five years ago, and did
not see much of her then, until l heard
she was to be sent down here for 4
year at our training school next door.
She was under the command of Lieu
tenant-Colonel Bovill here, and Mrs.
Bovill knew how we hoped to be mar
ried after the captain received her
commission.
She was not captain then. of
course, but the next year she received
her commission, and was sent out to
the school that is run in connection
with our Children's Home at Cherry
Tree Farm, Spring Valley. n. Y.
used to get leave of absence and run
up to see her there, and that was our
first real courtship.'
Isn't that a lovely name for a tryst-
ing place, Spring Valley. and Cherry
Tree Farm? Somehow, looking up at
the radiance shining in the young cap
tain's face, you know that all the rigors
of Army life can never take away the
joy and glamour of that summertime
wooing.
THE personal preparations of the
little bride We're few-nothing fluffy
or lacy for her. but just the plain dark
blue uniform, with it's touches of red,
and one broad white silk sash from
shoulder to hip.
But there was n bower of autumn
leaves erected in the great hall for
ried under, and vari-colored electric
lights shone from hollow lunches of
tinted glass grapes.
mo ''Lohengrin' wedding march
pealed from some hidden organ, but
there was a good old rousing martial
band tune with tinkle of tambourines
behind it. And no smiling girl brides
maids came behind the little bride,
only Captain Jackson's sister, Lieuten-
ant Matte Jackson, as comrade at
tendant and beside the bridegroom
was another Army comrade, Adjutant
Cooke. Lieutenant-C Colonel Parker
read the Army marriage service, with
Colonel Mcintyre and Lieutenant-C Col
Fonel Damon as rear guard.
And the words they spoke were
strangely different from those that
other bridal couples say. Clear and
proud rose the soldier boys voice as
he repeated:
L put this ring upon your finger
as a continual sign that we are mar
ried under the solemn pledges we have
this day given, to live for God, and
fight in the ranks of the Salvation
Army
Three volleys were fired at the last
word, volleys not of bullets, but of
'Amens' and 'Hallelujahs' There was
one more Hallelujah bride in the
Army, one more officer, who, as the
commanding officer put it, had added
to his power and efficiency"