Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1918-02-02
A LONELY SOLDIER.

me letter. / Will reply, telling them
bly, lonely 70 see other fellows getting let
ters while have none. Not n relative left
In all this country, not a friend & seems,
Hoping some kind heart will favor me-
Richard Jameson.
The number Of Southern regiment
ended the letter. An unusual flush
few TO the roots OF Martha James soft
hair, an unusual eagerness shone In
her blue eyes-she would answer that
letter. II there was one other soul as
lonely as herself they must Join hands
across the miles. This should be her
one secret.
Good night, Aunt Martha" said the
girl; good night, Aunt Jane" and
hastened up to her room. OH she
wrote him such letter-that soldier
preparing to answer his country's call
"A letter OF fun and sympathy and all
the girlish life which had been kept
sealed so long.
Then came the delightfully."- exciting
days OF waiting. Anticipation fingered
In the girls eyes.
What has got into you, Martial
Jane" said one OF the aunts, disap-
provingly. you're getting that friv-
olous lookin'."
But for once Martha Jane was not
subducd. With a daring little laugh
she went on her way 10 the post Office i
and there II was, In the box. She could
see the dashlng script through the
glass. The pOstmistress turned II over
unbelievingly.
Well" she exclaimed. Fer youT1
yes" answered Martha Jane. SheI
smiled provokingly. Ii was a good
walk down to the ravlne. but she felt
that only there might she be sure OF
no interruption. He was very CRATE
full, the soldier boy, and II her letter
had been good, his was wonderful.
Not only Of camp life did the lettor
tell. but Of an adventurous discourage
ing life before.
Answer soon, please" he begged.
You've given me something TO look
forward to-"
bob Blake, recently returned 20
town, awaited his packet OF mall one
morning, and turned 10 the postmis-
tress as Martha Jane. absorbed. passed
out with her bulky letter. Bob wrin-
Killed. his brow thoughtfully.
isn't that Miss Wintersf" he asked.
Martha Jane Wlnters2 Used 20
know her nj school. But she looks
different someway."
"She is different" the postmistress
explained, "slnce she's got that steady
lover. Used to go along before quiet
and resigned like. Now she's all roses
and dimples. Reckon theyn be mar
ried when wars over"
Bob Blake wheeled about on an i'm
pulse and followed the girl down the
street
you've forgotten me. I'm afrnld."
he said, as Martha Jane turned
around.
Every morning after that, she met
him at the post Office. there were eve
nlngs too, when her letter had delayed
10 the later mail, and Bob would walk
home with her through the starlight.
And when one evening she accepted
he usual missive In Bob's presencel
ler eyes fell before his questioning
mes. When she raised them from its
'erusal, relief and Joy flashed I'D at
him. This Is what Martha Jane read
-"and there's a girl out here visit
ne her brother. whom I've got 20
'now pretty well. SO, when she goes
lome she'll write me letters and you
Won't have 10 bother any more"
"From your-loverT' questioned
Bob nercely.
Il never had a lover" truthfully
Martha Jane. Bob Blake
rev her gently out into the night.
"Well-you're going 20 have one
nv % ha gnld