The bulletin. (Irwinton, Wilkinson County, Ga.) 191?-19??, January 23, 1914, Image 8

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Newspaper Page TextHallelujah? Bride’s Vow; "DUTY Before LOVE" Fealty to the Salvation Army Always First to Capt. Mar garet Hicks, Who Even Had to Obtain Permission from Her Commanding Officer Be fore She Could See Her Hus band-to-Be Alone During Their Courting Days. NEW YORK. —There was an army wedding right here in little old New York the other night, with beat of drums and martial music, uni forms, and waving of flags. Right down on Fourteenth street. A real army wedding. Makes you think of all sorts things, doesn’t it? Gold lace and dashing uniforms, Clink of swords and a military band — all the gayety and color of garrison life —perhaps a little tightening of the lips when the old sweet words are read: “Until death do us part.” For that means a whole lot of things when you’re an army bride —when any day may bring marching orders, a call perhaps to a distant land, a day when the little wife stands alone waving goodby to a speeding train or vanish ing ship. Army brides must be brave-hearted, but this little brown-eyed one, Marga ret Hicks, was a soldier, too, a cap tain in the same army as her husband. Here there is no separation. Shoulder to shoulder they are to march through life together, as sweetheart com rades in the Salvation Army, writes Izola Forrester in the New York World Sunday Magazine. It was a double vow they took to gether promising loyalty to each oth er and fealty to the Army. Promising never to allow their love to interfere with their work. Promising always to regard their home in every way as a Salvation Army Soldiers’ or Officers’ Quarters. Wasn't it a strange army wedding? Capt. Margaret Hicks and her soldier sweetheart, Capt. George A. Jackson. Just, supposing, you boy or girl who ex pect to stand one of these days beside the one you love best, just supposing you had to repeat these vows to be faithful soldiers, continual comrades, obedient to your commanding officer first of all? Supposing, like these two children of the army, your parents had taken you when you were wee kiddies, trot ted you up to headquarters and dedi cated you to the service of the Lord? Supposing, before you could ever •see each other alone in the courting days, permission must be given from your commanding officer, leave of ab sence to go a-wooing? Then, when you had finally won her ■consent, you must both ask for an official engagement. Even your wed ding day was set for you. You knew -that while love was to link your lives, your duty as faithful soldiers must always come first through life. You knew that you must dedicate what ever little ones came to bless the union to the service of the army, just as your father and mother dedicated you? You’d think that was a pretty hard restraint to place on Cupid—to hand him a blue uniform, and a drum slung handily on one hip, with a War Cry rolled under his arm. Maybe you think he doesn’t enjoy it? Then you haven’t been to an Army wedding. You’ve never seen the little smiling blue bonnet bride. This one is brown-eyed and dark haired, with a chin that points upward and lips that caiA help but smile. She’s barely up. to Captain Jackson’s shoulder, but then, as she tells you, he is really exceptionally tall. Only for a minute did I see her to olasp her hand and wish her joy, before she was swept away to the wedding sup per, but the big, blue-eyed soldier hus band talked for her at headquarters after the wedding. “Yes, Mrs. Jackson is on duty, and I’m awfully sorry you can’t see her, but I have to go without seeing her myself. We’ve started a little home over, at East Orange, though, and hope to settle down there for a little w’hile until marching orders come. “You see, we don't mind Army life because we’ve been in it ever since we were born.” He handled the little red morocco-bound Covenant Book of the Army tenderly in his hands. “My father is Col. J. W. Jackson, superin tendent of the Plainfield Industrial home, and my wife's father was Col. John Hicks, the first officer commis sioned in the United States. We grew up in Army life together ever since we were babies. “When did we first find out we loved each other?” There was no evading the issue or smiling over it. It was a very wonder ful and sacred subject to this earnest ieyed, blue-clad soldier, even if some •Os the questions did send the ‘color to hie cheeks. ■ “You see, when you’ve, oi^y^been 1 A & Act ct nzMHSm Bali wWsOI® I I Swearing in the Marriage Bower Never to Allow Their Love to Interfere With Their Army Work. married two weeks, it’s not easy to get down to facts on how it all hap pened. I always cared most for the captain, even when I was a boy. I think we were pretty sure of ourselves five years ago, before she was sent away to Moody’s school up at North field, Mass., to prepare for her Army service. But we could not be officially engaged until he were both in the reg ular Army. "I started active work myself in New York five years ago, and did not see much of her then, until I heard she was to be' sent down here for a year at our training school next door. She was under the command of Lieut. Col. Bovill here, and Mrs. Bovill knew how we hoped to be married after the captain received her commission. “She was not a captain then, of course, but the next year she received her commission, and was sent out to the school that is run in connection with our Children’s home at Cherry Tree farm, Spring Valley, N. Y. I used to get leave of absence and run up to see her there, and that was our first real courtship.” Isn’t that a lovely name for a tryst ing place, Spring Valley, and Cherry Tree farm? Somehow, looking up at the radiance shining in the young cap tain’s face, you know that all the rig ors of Army life can never take away the joy and glamour of that summer time wooing. But how did they ever steal away for a quiet walk together with over a hundred little foundlings and orphans and half-orphans running after “Cap tain Margaret?” How did they find time to plan their wedding and honey moon? Not as all other sweethearts of the world do, but always under Army rules and regulations. Cupid had to keep step to the tap of the drum this time, with the drill ser geant’s eye on him all the time. DOG’S SAGACITY WON SAVED LIFE OF DRUMMER BOY IN GARIBALDI’S ARMY. ♦ Intelligent Canine Quick to Realize Peril and Give Aid to Unfortu nate Who Had Almost Given Up Hope. Antonio Arrighi was an Italian drummer boy in Garibaldi’s army. Captured in one of the battles, he was sent to the "galleys,”- —the most dreaded of punishments, for it meant cruelly hard labor and inhuman treat ment. Antonio was fortunate enough to escape after a while, and deter mined to make his way to Leghorn, where he hoped to get passage to America. One of his thrilling adventures, and how his life was saved by a shep herd dog, is told by the Rev. J. G.. Stevenson in the Christian World. “To reach Leghorn meant a journey of over 200 miles, much of it across terrible marshes. On the second day of his travels poor Antonio got into a quagmire, and although he tried to struggle out again, he sank gradually until his knees were covered wit^ the terrible mud. This sinking took quite a while, and all the time the boy kept calling for aid. But in that desolate place there was no one to hear him, and slowiy, very slowly in deed, he sank deeper and deeper, un til his hips were covered. Dusk came on, and the poor lad had given up all hope when a big shepherd dog appeared on another part of the marsh. The dog seemed to know exactly how Antonio was situated, and also he knew the marsh, for on much. firmer ground . he came quite near the boy. Os, course, Antonio coaxed him, for he . felt that if he could get hold of him and pull, he might thus be able to scramble out of the mire. The intel ligent dog knew how to take care of ■ himself, and had apparently helped wayfarers before, for at every. step . he would feel the ground carefully , with his paws, and when he found, i quite near to Antonio, a place where the soil seemed solid, he gave a bark, i and then he lay down with his hind «*•<►*•* -y-. . . . y THE BULLETIN, IRWINTON, GEORGIA Finally this fall there came the long expected word from headquarters. Capt. George A. Jackson and Capt. Margaret Hicks were to be married November 12 in Memorial hall. New York city. The personal preparations of the little bride were few —nothing fluffy or lacy for her, but just the plain, dark blue uniform, with its touches of red, and one broad white silk sash from shoulder to hip. But there was a bower of autumn leaves- erected in the great hall for these children of the Army to be mar ried. under, and vari-colored electric lights shone from hollow bunches of tinted glass grapes. No “Lohengrin’’ wedding march pealed from some hidden organ, but there was a good old rousing martial band tune with a tinkle of tambourines behind it. And no smiling girl brides maids came behind the little bride, only Captain Jackson’s sister, Lieut. Mattie Jackson, as comrade attend ant, .and beside the bridegroom was another Army comrade, Adjutant Coolie; Lieutenant Colonel Parker read the Army marriage service, with dolonel^ Mclntyre and lieutenant Colonel Damon as rear guard. And the words they spoke were strangely different from those that other bridal couples say. Clear and proud rose the soldier boy’s voice as he repeated: “I put this ring upon your finger as a continual sign that we are married under the solemn pledges we have this day given, to live for God, and fight in the ranks of the Salvation Army.” Thre'e volleys were fired at the last word, volleys not of bullets, but of “Amens” and "Hallelujahs.” There was one more Hallelujah bride in the Army, one more officer, who, as the commanding officer put it, had "added to his power and efficiency.” paws resting on solid ground and his fore paws stretched across the mire. Antonio reached out toward his paws, but it was too far for him to grip them. So, after thinking, he took off his coat, and holding a sleeve firmly, he flung the garment toward the dog. The dog tried to get hold of it with his paws and mouth, but it was just beyond hi 6 reach, and the good animal dared not venture any nearer. After several other attempts Antonio made a tre mendous effort to reach over as far as he possibly could, and then once more he flung the coat toward the dog. His struggles to throw it al most sent him quite under, but this time the dog was able to grip the other sleeve with his teeth, and at once he began to pull. Steadily the noble animal tugged and tugged, and Antonio felt himself rising. The dog kept on pulling and by slow degrees he at last dragged the boy out of the quagmire. Soon Antonio had one foot on firm soil and the next minute he and his noble rescuer were togeth er on solid land.” Italian shepherd dogs are larger than our collies, tall and very strong. The dog led Antonio to his master’s house, where the boy was kindly cared for and helped on his journey, and at Leghorn he got a job as cabin boy on a ship bound for New York. His ' troubles were not over yet, for he had a hard time making his way in the strange city. He knew no Eng lish and the first words he learned to understand were: “Hurry up!” and “Get out!” At first he sold plaster images, then got better work and sup ported himself through school and college, finally becoming a preacher. Pastor Arrighi, who is now connected with the Italian evangelical church iv New York, has had a,long and event ful life, bdt he still likes to tell the storj- of the good dog who pulled him out of the quagmire, a Early Prowess. * “Pa,” stated little Dodd Rott, the small son of the distinguished states- • man, “I heard a man say that you used' to be so crooked that you had to sleep wound around a stump. Is that so, pa?” ‘When I was younger. Doddle,” re plied the Hon. Thomas Rott, with be | coming’ modesty,’ “I was the best atb- I lete in the neighborhood.”—Judge. Health Certificates First- 's ' ’ ■ Before Marriage Certificates 5 The question of eugenics is a vital one. 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