John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened
his army uniform and studied the crowd of people
making their way through Grand Central Station.
He looked for the girl whose heart he knew but whose
face he didn't, the girl with the rose. His interest
in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida
library. Taking a book off the shelf, he found himself
intrigued not with the words of the book, but with
the notes pencilled in the margin. The soft handwriting
reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind.
In front of the book, he discovered the previous
owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and
effort he located her address. She lived in New
York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself
and inviting her to correspond. The next day he
was shipped overseas for service in World War Two
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During the next year and one month, the two grew
to know each other through the mail. Each letter
was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance
was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph but
she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it
wouldn't matter what she looked like.
The day finally came for him to return from Europe.
They scheduled their first meeting at 7.00 p.m.
at Grand Central Station in New York.
"You'll recognize me," she wrote,
"by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel."
Therefore John Blanchard was in the station at 7.00
p.m. looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but
whose face he'd never seen.
I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened.
“A young woman whose figure was long and
slim was coming toward me. Her blonde hair lay back
in curls from her delicate ears and her eyes were
blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle
firmness and she was like springtime come alive
in her pale green suit. I made my way towards her,
totally forgetting to notice that she was not wearing
a rose. A small, provocative smile curved her lips.
‘Going my way, soldier?’ She murmured.
I made one step closer to her almost uncontrollably
and then I saw Hollis Maynell. She was standing
almost directly behind the girl. She was a woman
well past her forties and she had greying hair tucked
under a worn hat. She was more than plump and her
thick-ankled feet were thrust into low-heeled shoes.
The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away.
I felt as though I was split into two. I was keen
to follow her but I had to address my deep longing
for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned
me in the past year.”
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“She stood there as I observed that her pale,
plump face was gentle and sensible and her grey
eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate.
My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy
of the book that was something precious, something
perhaps even better than love. It was a friendship
which I had been and must be grateful for.”
“I squared my shoulders, saluted and held
out the book to the woman, even though while I spoke,
I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment.
‘I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must
be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me.
May I take you to dinner?’”
“The woman's face broadened into a tolerant
‘I don't know what this is about, son.’
‘but the young lady in the green suit who
just went by begged me to wear this rose on my coat.
She said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I
should tell you that she is waiting for you in the
big restaurant across the street. She said it was
some kind of test!’”
It's not difficult to understand and admire Miss
Maynell's wisdom. The true nature of a heart is
seen in it's response to the unattractive.
"Tell me whom you love," Houssaye wrote,
"and I will tell you who you are."
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