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" O, Hallie," said her little sister, "you ought
to marry a soldier !"
" I intend to," said Hallie.
Dan Hartley looked about him rather dubi
" Do you really mean it?" said he.
" Certainly," said Hallie.
When supper was through, she donned her hat
and sack and went, with her little sister, to the
rooms of tho Sanitary Commission, at the vil
lage, and delivered there her stockings. Then
homeward she turned with a heart which throb
bed lightly with the dancing of the elm lea ><>s
and the tinkle of tho roadside brook.
Never idle, she had plenty to occupy mind
and hands for the next six weeks, and during
that time her stockings reached the hands and
feet of a brave Massachusetts volunteer, byname
A pleasant light came into his thoughtful blue
eyes as he read the little note. There was some
of the dreamy German blood in his veins, as his
name betokened, and no man into whose hands
the dainty original note might have fallen would
have regarded it with the shade of pleasure with
which Carl Wunenburg viewed it, He had
neither brother nor sister. "No woman that he
knew thought or prayed for him ; so he carried
that little white note about, with peculiar plea
sure, his heart throbbing under its light weight
with stronger bravery in the cause for which he
had enlisted, his soul vitalized to new life by the
sympathetic words it bore.
He wondered, sometimes, with a quiet smile,
if those stockings ever would wear out. In six
weeks they outwore two other pairs which ho
used to alternate with. They were certainly of
good material, and wonderfully well knit. At
last his boots were worn from his feet. Contact
with road ruts was more than any yam oowld
stand, and at the end of a long march he
flung himself, exhausted, upon the ground, hun
gry, thirsty, mud-stained, and almost barefoot
ed ; his boots mere refuse, and his stockings
worn to rags.
When he discovered it, he took pen and paper
and wrote as as follows:
"Dear Friend:—My stockings are worn out,
at last. They did good service, but they were
tried beyond their strength, and at last, have
failed—worn out—in the good cause. Another
pair, equally staunch, will be gratefully accepted
by Yours truly,
Private Carl Wunenburo,"
and the address followed.
Hallie read the note with sparkling eyes, and
proclaimed the whole thing "loyal!" She did
more. She knit another pair of stockings and
sent them to Carl Wunenburg. And woven in
with every mesh were vaguest and most- charm
ing dreams. Carl Wunenburg, who thought se
riously of the gentle knitter, never guessed how
This pleasant episode occurred in summer.—
In the fall Hallie's attention was engaged by the
serious reality of reverses. Her home was mort
gaged in an unfortunate speculation of her
father's, her father had his foot cut. oil by the
falling of a .scythe, and, crippled, ill, and unfor
tunate in his speculation, the house was lost, Mr.
Hayden died, and the mother and children were
turned homeless upon the world.
Mrs. H&yden seemed stunned into insensibility
by the blow, little Alice was to young to more
than partially understand it, and upon Hallie's
heart and head the circumstances devolved pain
" What shall I do ?" she asked herself, walking
the rooms which they must soon leave.
All the brightness had faded from her
lace. Her eye-Hwit-e frUI of painful pathos since
she had looked on the pale dead face of her fath
er, and about her mouth were lines of sorrowed
firmness instead of careless smiles. She was
twenty that day. The cross of life came with the
crown of her womanhood.
She might teach school, or go out as governess,
or keep hooks, if she could obtain an opportu
nity, to do either. Hut she had no friends of
ability to serve her in getting a situation, and
she turned, at last, as so many do, to the adver
tising columns of the daily papers of Boston.
An advertisement for a governess immediately
met her eye.
Her application by mail for the situation was
made painfully. As well that as anything, but
it was a strange, new, painful feeling to Hallie—
the responsibility of care and labor for herself
and others—and she feared her strength might
fail her in spite of resolve and family love. Her
mother and sister did not realize the intensity of
her feeling. Before them she was calm and
cheerful, brave and earnest.
The situation was offered her and accepted.—
They removed to the city, and Hallie commenced
For a while the novelty engrossed her. The
house was on Beacon street—and was furnished
beyond all her former imaginings. Carpets of
velvet tapestry, drapery of damask and satin,
tables of arabesque and rosewood, grand musical
instruments, luxurious lounges and fauteuils
exceeding every necessity for comfort. And a
new world was opened to Hallie in the pictures
of Poussin and Scheffer, the marbles of Palmer
and Powers, and the books of Schiller, Goethe,
Bet tine—Deigh Hunt, the Brownings, Jean Inge
low—Alice Carey, Longfellow and Emmerson.
Mm bad never known lavislmess of any kind,
and soul and body were delighted for a time;
but she soon found her position irksome. Her
duties as governess for four children under
twelve years of age were hard, the mistress of
the house was supercilious, her health suffered
from the change from the country to the city, and
poor Hallie Hayden found her young life very
hard to live.
Yet she kept up bravely, month after month.
Spring came; then there was a change in tho
family. The oldestgirl was sent away to school,
and Mrs. Desmond's brother came home on fur
lough from the war. He was introduced to Hal
lie as Captain Wunenburg.
There wa.-i something in the mild, clear gaze of
the young man's blue eyes which gave her com
fort. He seemed kind and sensible. She wished
for his friendship, and obtained it. He was the
son of a wealthy man, yet there was no parvenu
pride about him ;he was as simple in his habits
as a Thoreau, and as thoughtful and kind as one
could be. Yet he was not weak by natui • ; the
magnetism of his strength vitalized Hallie to
fresh life; the calm power of his character gave
her faith in herself for having so deep a sympa
thy with him. Stronger, deeper, and warmer,
j than she for a long time discovered, was that
sympathy. Only four short weeks they had been
I together, yet a pain keener than a dagger, shot
' through Hallie's heart when she heard that Cap
tain Wunenburg was engaged to Hildreth Court
ney, the most beautiful young lady in Mrs. Des
She shut herself up in her room and locked the
door to walk the floor, weeping.
"O, it is cruel! cruel!" she sobbed. "Life
was so hard before he came ! He helped me— i
comforted me so, and I never dreamed why I
was so happy—happier far beyond mere relief
from loneliness could make me. I had rather
have died than to feel this ; it is worse than all.
O, if I never had known him !"
She threw up the window and let the cool
spring wind blow upon her pale face. It brought
a sense of country freshness and a memory of
her old home. She remembered how she Bat at
the window of the sitting-room in the old house,
and while the breezes brought her the scent of
roses and lilacs, she had knit a soldier's stock
ings and dreamed girlish dreams—all at once it
flashed upon her that the name was the same as
Captain Wunenburg's. It was a strange coinci
dent. She resolved that the next day sho would
ask him if he knew a private of the name of Carl
Wunenburg's. His first name she had never
heard. His sister, with a pride of effect, called
him, always, "Captain."
The next morning she was alone with Captain
Wunenburg in the breakfast-room. The chil
dren had not breakfasted ; she had an hour be
"Captain Wunenburg," said she, "did you
ever meet a private of your name—the surname
Captain Wunenburg turned around quickly.
" Yes," ho answered, " and I remember a little
incident connected with him. When the gov
ernment furnished him with his outfit, he dis
covered in the foot of one of the nicely knit
stockings, assigned to him, a little note written
by the knitter, and requesting him, pithily, to
send to her for another pair when those -were
worn out. When a long, weary march had cut
them to pieces, he did so, and received the second
pair. With them he received an interest in the
gentle friend who had sent them—an interest
which he cherished sacredly, and dreamed sweet,
fanciful dreams of beautiful eyes and a fair brow
bending down earnestly as the stockings were
woven by kind, little hands. He was a dreamy
German, or perhaps he would not have had such
faith in this ideal knitter of his stockings. A
Yankee would have trusted his heart with no
such unfounded plan as discovering this beauti
ful girl and marrying her. Soon ho gained pro
motion, and not long after, obtained a furlough
and came home. There, in his home he found a
dark-eyed girl with sweet, serious eyes and a
heart free to bo won."
Captain Wunenburg paused.
"Well?" said Hallie, earnestly.
"You are to tell the rest," he said, smiling.
" Did he win her heart—the sweet heart of the
little knitter of his stockings ? Tell me, Hallie."
Sho flashed her eyes upon his face and read a
revelation there—now love, pride, and tender
ness for her. Those deep, serious eyes drew her
heart to her lips.
"O, Captain Wunenburg, he did win her
heart," she said, dropping her blushing face from
his sight. It was raised to take tenderest kisses.
All doubts and fears were explained ; life's pan
orama shifted full of light for them. And ere
he returned to his regiment Hallie had a loving
protestor.— Ballou's Dollar Monthly.
A Monument to General Grant in commemo
ration of his Vicksburg victory, is in course of
erection at Vicksbbrg, under the auspices of Gen.
Thomas. The monument is made of Italian
marble in the shape of a pyramid, twenty feet
high, surmounted by a fifteen-inch globe. On
the principal side is a large American eagle, sus
taining on its wings the Goddess of liberty.—
Suitable inscriptions respecting General Grant*"*
exploits are to be chiseled on the sides.