Forget-me-nots of the civil war; a romance, containing reminiscences and original letters of two Confederate soldiers (1909) (14759540621)

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Title: Forget-me-nots of the civil war; a romance, containing reminiscences and original letters of two Confederate soldiers
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Battle, Laura Elizabeth Lee
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Publisher: St. Louis, Mo., Press A. R. Fleming printing co
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation



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came, with the gayeties usual to a smalltown. In March our suspense would end. I saw, eachday, my mother look longingly at me, as if the dreadedtime was coming all too soon for her. The last of February she called me to her and said,Well done, daughter, you have won the fight, andwill soon leave me. Sit down and write to Jesse, andtell him to come back, that I will not longer standin the way of your happiness. You have been a duti-ful daughter to me all your life, and you deserve tomarry your first and only love. For love is thedivine elixir that sweetens and makes life run smooth,and marriage, if happy, is the crown to any womanslife. Write to Jesse and tell him to come back andclaim his reward, for I cannot. You may be sure I lost no time in doing as mymother bade me, and in reply received a telegram, say-ing that he would reach Clayton on Saturday, andwe could be married on the following Tuesday. I said, why, mother dear, I cant be married sosoon, for I have no trousseau prepared.
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/ MY MOTHER MAKE:S US HAPPY AT L,AST. 353 Yes, my darling child, your sisters and I have madeyou a lovely outfit, except of course a very importantthing, your dresses, which I advise you to get whenyou reach your western home, for what you would gethere might not be suitable for that climate. We canhave your wedding gown and a traveling dress readyby the time you need them. Oh, my mother, you are the best mother any girlever had, and I dont deserve such consideration, forI am sure I have not tried to do all for you these twoyears that you have been doing for me, but I do loveyou very dearly, and here we both wept together, insilence. How the days dragged for me, and how theymust have flown for my mother, for Saturday came,and with it my hearts desire and love, and with Jessecame his own dear mother, an earthly saint. Ourmeeting like our parting is too sacred to be told here,but we two children were happy, so happy, heavenseemed to open to us after those long black years ofweary waitin