. Harper's weekly. ger of a ponderous steel thimble, andwent on.; avordingly. Though, soliloquized Captain Granger to him-self, what I he use of sending him may be J dontknow. I never get any letters—I never expectem. Only it is rather hard to see the other fellowsbrighten up over the long epistles of their mothers,and wives, and sweet-hearts, and feel that theresnobody to care a pin for you, dead or alive. How-ever, a newspapers better than nothing. Well,Stephens, what are you looking so amiable about? Nothing, Sir, only Ive got a Valentine from . Starkweather; these , diant. And—beggin your
. Harper's weekly. ger of a ponderous steel thimble, andwent on.; avordingly. Though, soliloquized Captain Granger to him-self, what I he use of sending him may be J dontknow. I never get any letters—I never expectem. Only it is rather hard to see the other fellowsbrighten up over the long epistles of their mothers,and wives, and sweet-hearts, and feel that theresnobody to care a pin for you, dead or alive. How-ever, a newspapers better than nothing. Well,Stephens, what are you looking so amiable about? Nothing, Sir, only Ive got a Valentine from . Starkweather; these , diant. And—beggin your pardon, Captain—headded, presenting a tiny, lilac-enveloped missive,I shouldnt worn, a- if youd got one too! Its thofourteenth o Fcbooary, and leap year at that! Nonsense! eaid Granger, vexed to feel theblood rising to his forehead. You can go, Ste-phens, I dont need you at present, Tho New York post-mark, hut I do not know thehandwriting, he muttered, drawing nearer to thoPrivate Stephens clo . I dont know l. over. Does nNo, I will not. I will not begin now. He took a large envelope from the little leatherndesk upon his pine table, and sealed the lilac sheetclosely within it. I will take it to her myself, nnd receive an ex-planation from her own lips, he thought. Andif—stop, Jack Granger—dont make more of a foololyuuisclf Ilian nature originally intended ! I guess the Captain has got a Valentine sureenough, said Samuel Stephens in a whisper to oneof his companions in arms. Hes lookin as brightaanew dollar. Nor was Samuel far wrong in his conjectures. Agatha Bell was bending over tho creamy scrollsof her tall Egyptian lily, in the frosty lightwinters day, when a footstep on carpet startledonly to beholdsyea of Captain (he brown iaee, and brig!.I Granger, and to have both Agatha—nay, dearest, I will not bo put up those shy eyes—tell me if I may call you my s nights; and so, poor child, she surrenderedBut, John, why did you come—how did you That you loved
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