Tho soldier's letters, after a while be
camo very interesting, and were looked
for anxiously by tho sowing-girl. Iiitto
with tlio soldier, llo whiled aw.iy many
an othet wise monotonous hour writinj
to bur. Many an otherwise gad and
lonely evening sho ploaaunlly paused
in scribbling to him. Ono ovettinj iu
Hdl. whilo on his way home on re
eulistment furlough, vho unknown
writer called at tho humble homo of
tho girl on Morgan street, and intro
duced himself. It would sound story
1iko to say tlioy both cumo to tli'1 con
clusiotl Ut the first meeting that they
ovud each other, but such is the truth
llo slayd in St. Louis several day
longer than ho intended. Ho cuuie
nnr forgetting thai he had mother,
father, brothers and sistors, with prior
claims upon his society, llo finally
went homo, but when bo relumed to
ths'field, ho returned via. St. Louis;
uud, whilo there, called nguio at the
litllo houso awny out on Morgan
si root.
llo returned to his rogimont at Iho
proper lime. Tho girl't letters then
were tho joys of his life. Without
them, camp lile would hnvo been uncn
durablo. Sho was quite as deeply in
tei'iistcd iu his effusions. Sho would
sit and saw for hours, and wou-lor if
ho would not wear some ol tho gar-
mcnta sho was making, und tliiuk if
sho woro certain lie would, how nice
sho would make them. No use of
lengthening out a short story. Souio
such state of affairs as described existed
until tho final tlisbandiug oftbo army.
At that timo ho did not rotura via.
