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You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org/license - - -Title: Evelyn Byrd - -Author: George Cary Eggleston - -Illustrator: Charles Copeland - -Release Date: April 28, 2016 [EBook #51883] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK EVELYN BYRD *** - - - - -Produced by Giovanni Fini, David Edwards and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive) - - - - - - -</pre> - -<div class="limit"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<div class="transnote p4"> -<p class="pc large">TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE:</p> -<p class="ptn">—Obvious print and punctuation errors were corrected.</p> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<div class="figcenter"> - <img src="images/cover.jpg" width="350" height="519" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<div class="figcenter"> - <img src="images/fr.jpg" width="400" height="597" id="fr" - alt="" - title="" /> -<p class="pill reduct"><i>See page <a href="#Page_317">317</a>.</i></p> - <div class="caption"> -<p class="dci"><i>“I ALREADY KNOW WHAT IS IN THE PAPERS.”</i></p> -</div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h1 class="p4">EVELYN BYRD</h1> - -<div class="figcenter"> - <img src="images/d1.jpg" width="500" height="74" - alt="" - title="" /> -</div> - -<p class="pc large">By GEORGE CARY EGGLESTON</p> -<p class="pc1">AUTHOR OF “A CAROLINA CAVALIER,” “DOROTHY<br /> -SOUTH,” “THE MASTER OF WARLOCK,”<br /> -“RUNNING THE RIVER,” ETC., ETC.</p> - -<p class="pc4 lmid">ILLUSTRATED BY<br /> -CHARLES COPELAND</p> - -<div class="figcenter"> - <img src="images/d1.jpg" width="500" height="74" - alt="" - title="" /> -</div> - -<p class="pc">NEW YORK<br /> -<span class="lmid">GROSSET & DUNLAP</span><br /> -PUBLISHERS</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> - <img src="images/d2.jpg" width="250" height="58" - alt="" - title="" /> -</div> - -<p class="pc">COPYRIGHT, 1904,<br /> -BY<br /> -GEORGE CARY EGGLESTON.</p> - -<div class="figcenter"> - <img src="images/d2.jpg" width="250" height="58" - alt="" - title="" /> -</div> - -<p class="pc">Published May, 1904.</p> - -<p class="pc4"><span class="large font1">Norwood Press</span><br /> -J. S. Cushing & Co. — Berwick & Smith Co.<br /> -Norwood, Mass., U.S.A.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="p4"><i><span class="smcap">Preface</span></i></h2> - -<p class="drop-cap00"><i>THIS book is the third and last of a -trilogy of romances. In that trilogy -I have endeavoured to show forth the -character of the Virginians—men and women.</i></p> - -<p><i>In “Dorothy South” I tried to show what -the Virginians were while the old life lasted—“before -the war.”</i></p> - -<p><i>In “The Master of Warlock” I endeavoured -faithfully to depict the same people as they were -during the first half of the Civil War, when -their valour seemed to promise everything of -results that they desired. In “Evelyn Byrd” I -have sought to show the heroism of endurance -that marked the conduct of those people during -the last half of the war, when disaster stared -them in the face and they unfalteringly confronted -it.</i></p> - -<p class="pr2"><i>GEORGE CARY EGGLESTON.</i></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="p4"><span class="smcap">Contents</span></h2> - -<table id="toc" summary="cont"> - - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdl1"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span></td> - <td class="tdr2"><span class="small">PAGE</span></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr1">I.</td> - <td class="tdl1"><span class="smcap">A Stricken Corsage</span></td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#Page_9">9</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr1">II.</td> - <td class="tdl1"><span class="smcap">Owen Kilgariff</span></td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr1">III.</td> - <td class="tdl1"><span class="smcap">Evelyn Byrd</span></td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#Page_50">50</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr1">IV.</td> - <td class="tdl1"><span class="smcap">The Letting Down of the Bars</span></td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#Page_59">59</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr1">V.</td> - <td class="tdl1"><span class="smcap">Dorothy’s Opinions</span></td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr1">VI.</td> - <td class="tdl1">“<span class="smcap">When Greek meets Greek</span>”</td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#Page_79">79</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr1">VII.</td> - <td class="tdl1"><span class="smcap">With Evelyn at Wyanoke</span></td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#Page_102">102</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr1">VIII.</td> - <td class="tdl1"><span class="smcap">Some Revelations of Evelyn</span></td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#Page_118">118</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr1">IX.</td> - <td class="tdl1"><span class="smcap">The Great War Game</span></td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#Page_144">144</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr1">X.</td> - <td class="tdl1"><span class="smcap">The Law of Love</span></td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#Page_152">152</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr1">XI.</td> - <td class="tdl1"><span class="smcap">Orders and “No Nonsense”</span></td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#Page_167">167</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr1">XII.</td> - <td class="tdl1"><span class="smcap">Safe-conduct of Two Kinds</span></td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#Page_178">178</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr1">XIII.</td> - <td class="tdl1"><span class="smcap">Kilgariff hears News</span></td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#Page_185">185</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr1">XIV.</td> - <td class="tdl1"><span class="smcap">In the Watches of the Night</span></td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#Page_210">210</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr1">XV.</td> - <td class="tdl1"><span class="smcap">In the Trenches</span></td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#Page_216">216</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr1">XVI.</td> - <td class="tdl1"><span class="smcap">The Starving Time</span></td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#Page_224">224</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr1">XVII.</td> - <td class="tdl1"><span class="smcap">A Gun-pit Conference</span></td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#Page_242">242</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr1">XVIII.</td> - <td class="tdl1"><span class="smcap">Evelyn’s Revelation</span></td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#Page_269">269</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr1">XIX.</td> - <td class="tdl1"><span class="smcap">Dorothy’s Decision</span></td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#Page_277">277</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr1">XX.</td> - <td class="tdl1"><span class="smcap">A Man, a Maid, and a Horse</span></td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#Page_283">283</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr1">XXI.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span></td> - <td class="tdl1"><span class="smcap">Evelyn lifts a Corner of the Curtain</span></td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#Page_294">294</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr1">XXII.</td> - <td class="tdl1"><span class="smcap">Alone in the Porch</span></td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#Page_302">302</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr1">XXIII.</td> - <td class="tdl1"><span class="smcap">A Lesson from Dorothy</span></td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#Page_318">318</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr1">XXIV.</td> - <td class="tdl1"><span class="smcap">Evelyn’s Book</span></td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#Page_327">327</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr1">XXV.</td> - <td class="tdl1"><span class="smcap">More of Evelyn’s Book</span></td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#Page_345">345</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr1">XXVI.</td> - <td class="tdl1"><span class="smcap">Evelyn’s Book, Continued</span></td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#Page_370">370</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr1">XXVII.</td> - <td class="tdl1"><span class="smcap">Kilgariff’s Perplexity</span></td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#Page_386">386</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr1">XXVIII.</td> - <td class="tdl1"><span class="smcap">Evelyn’s Book, Concluded</span></td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#Page_390">390</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr1">XXIX.</td> - <td class="tdl1"><span class="smcap">Evelyn’s Vigil</span></td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#Page_418">418</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr1">XXX.</td> - <td class="tdl1"><span class="smcap">Before a Hickory Fire</span></td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#Page_424">424</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr1">XXXI.</td> - <td class="tdl1"><span class="smcap">The Last Flight of Evelyn</span></td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#Page_432">432</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr1">XXXII.</td> - <td class="tdl1"><span class="smcap">The End of it All</span></td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#Page_434">434</a></td> - </tr> - -</table> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span></p> - -<h2 class="p4"><span class="smcap">Illustrations</span></h2> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<table id="toi" summary="ill1"> - - <tr> - <td class="tdl3">“I already know what is in the papers”</td> - <td class="tdr2 reduct"><a href="#fr"><i>Frontispiece</i></a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td> </td> - <td class="tdr2"><span class="small">PAGE</span></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdl3">“Who are you?”</td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#i89">89</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdl3">“I may stroke his fur as much as I please”</td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#i166">166</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdl3">Taking the papers from Campbell’s hand, -passed out of the house without a word of -farewell</td> - <td class="tdr2"><a href="#i208">208</a></td> - </tr> - -</table> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<p class="pc2 giant"><span class="smcap">Evelyn Byrd</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> - <img src="images/d3.jpg" width="400" height="67" - alt="" - title="" /> -</div> - -<h2 class="ch">I</h2> - -<p class="pch">A STRICKEN CORSAGE</p> - -<p class="drop-cap08">A BATTERY of six twelve-pounder Napoleon -guns lay in a little skirt of -woodland on the south bank of the -Rapidan. It was raining, not violently, but with -a soaking persistence that might well have made -the artillery-men tired of life and ready to welcome -whatever end that day’s skirmishing might -bring to the weariness of living. But these men -were veteran soldiers, inured to hardship as well -as to danger. A saturating rain meant next to -nothing to them. A day’s discomfort, more or -less, counted not at all in the monotonously -uncomfortable routine of their lives.</p> - -<p>They had been sent into the woodland an -hour or two ago, and had done a little desultory -firing now and then, merely by way of disturbing<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span> -the movements of small bodies of the enemy -who were being shifted about on the other side -of the river.</p> - -<p>Just now the guns were silent, no enemy -being in sight, and Captain Marshall Pollard -being disposed to save his ammunition against -the time, now obviously near at hand, when the -new commander of the Federal forces, General -Grant, should push the Army of the Potomac -across the river to make a final trial of strength -and sagacity with that small but wonderfully -fighting Army of Northern Virginia directed by -the master mind of Robert E. Lee.</p> - -<p>But, while no enemy was within sight, there -was a hornets’ nest of Federal sharp-shooters -concealed in a barn not far beyond the river, -and from their secure cover they were very -seriously annoying the Confederate lines. The -barn lay a little to the left of the battery front, -but near enough for the sharp-shooters’ bullets -to cut twigs from the tree under which Captain -Marshall Pollard sat on horseback with Owen -Kilgariff by his side. Still, the fire of the -sharp-shooters was not mainly directed upon -the woodland-screened battery, but upon the -troops in the open field on Pollard’s left.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span></p> - -<p>Presently Captain Pollard, with the peculiar -deliberation which characterised all his actions, -lowered his field-glass from his eyes, and, withdrawing -a handkerchief from a rain-proof breast -pocket, began polishing the mist-obscured lenses. -As he did so, he said to Kilgariff:—</p> - -<p>“Order one of the guns to burn that barn.”</p> - -<p>As he spoke, both his own horse and Kilgariff’s -sank to the ground; the one struggling -in the agony of a mortal wound, the other -instantly dead.</p> - -<p>“And tell the quartermaster-sergeant to send -us two more horses—good ones,” Captain Pollard -added, with no more of change in his tone -than if the killing of the horses at that precise -moment had been a previously ordered part of -the programme.</p> - -<p>A gun was quickly moved up to a little open -space. It fired two shots. The flames burst -from the barn, and instantly a horde of sharp-shooters -abandoned the place and went scurrying -across an open field in search of cover. As -they fled, the gun that had destroyed their -lurking-place, and another which Captain Pollard -had instantly ordered up, shelled them -mercilessly.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span></p> - -<p>It was then that Owen Kilgariff said:—</p> - -<p>“That barn was full of fodder. Its owner -had saved a little something against a future -need, and now all the results of his toil have -gone up in smoke. That’s war!”</p> - -<p>“Yes,” answered Captain Pollard, “and the -worst of it is that the man whose possessions -we have destroyed is our friend, and not our -enemy; again, as you say, ‘that’s war.’ War -is destruction—whether the thing destroyed -be that of friend or foe.”</p> - -<p>Just then a new and vicious fire of skilled -sharp-shooters broke forth from the mansion-house -of the plantation to which the burned -barn had belonged. It was an old-time colonial -edifice. Marshall Pollard had spent many -delightful days and nights under its hospitable -roof. He had learned to love its historic associations. -He knew and loved every old portrait -that hung on its oak-wainscotted walls. He -knew and loved every stick of its old, colonial, -plantation-made furniture; its very floors of -white ash, that had been polished every morning -for two hundred years; and its mahogany -dining-table, around which distinguished guests -had gathered through many generations. All<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span> -these were dear to the peculiarly sympathetic -soul of the scholar-soldier, Marshall Pollard, a -man born for books, and set by adverse fate to -command batteries instead; a man of creative -genius, as his novels and poems, written after -the war, abundantly proved, set for the time to -do the brutal work of destruction. He remembered -the library of that mansion, too, the slow -accumulation of two hundred years. He had -read there precious volumes that existed nowhere -else in America, and that money could not duplicate, -however lavishly it might be offered for -books, of which no fellows were to be found -except upon the sealed shelves of the British -Museum, or in other great public collections -from which no treasures are ever to be sold -while the world shall endure.</p> - -<p>That house, with all its memories and all its -treasures, must be destroyed. Marshall Pollard -clearly understood the necessity, and he was -altogether a soldier now, in spite of his strong -inclinations to peace and civilisation, and all -gentleness of spirit. Yet he found it difficult to -order the work of destruction that it was his -manifest duty to do. Presently, with bullets -whistling about his ears, he turned to Owen<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span> -Kilgariff, and, in a tone of petulance that was -wholly foreign to his habit, asked:—</p> - -<p>“Why don’t you order the thing done? Why -do you sit there on your horse waiting for me -to give the order?”</p> - -<p>Kilgariff understood. He was a man accustomed -to understand quickly; and now that -Captain Pollard had made him his chief staff -officer, sergeant-major of the battery, his orders, -whatever they might be, carried with them all -the authority of the captain’s own commands.</p> - -<p>Kilgariff instantly rode back to the battery -and ordered up two sections—four guns. Advancing -them well to the front, where the house -to be shot at could be easily seen, he posted -them with entire calm, in spite of the fact that -a Federal battery of rifled guns stationed at a -long distance was playing vigorously upon his -position, and not without effect. The artillery-men -in both armies had, by this late period of -the war, become marksmen so expert that the -only limit of the effectiveness of their fire was -the limit of their range.</p> - -<p>Half a dozen of Marshall Pollard’s men bit -the dust, and nearly a dozen of his horses were -killed, while Owen Kilgariff was getting the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span> -four guns into position for the effective doing -of the work to be done, although that process -of placing the guns occupied less than a -minute of time. Two wheels of cannon carriages -were smashed by well-directed rifle -shells, but these were quickly replaced by the -extra wheels carried on the caissons; for every -detail of artillery drill was an <i>a-b-c</i> to the veterans -of this battery, and if the men had nerves, -the fact was never permitted to manifest itself -when there was work of war to be done.</p> - -<p>Within sixty seconds after Owen Kilgariff -rode away to give the orders that Marshall -Pollard hesitated to give, four Napoleon guns -were firing four shells each, a minute, into a -mansion that had been famous throughout all -the history of Virginia, since the time when -William Byrd had been Virginia’s foremost -citizen and the Knights of the Golden Horseshoe -had ridden out to possess themselves of -the regions to the west.</p> - -<p>Half a minute accomplished the purpose. -The mansion was in flames, the sharp-shooters -who had made a fortress of it were scurrying -to the cover of the underbrush a few hundred -yards in rear, and Owen Kilgariff ordered the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span> -guns to “cease firing” and return to the cover -of the woodlands whence they had been -brought forward for this service. Six of -Marshall Pollard’s men lay stark and stiff on -the little meadow which the guns had occupied. -These were hastily removed for decent burial. -Nine others were wounded. They were carried -away upon litters for surgical attention.</p> - -<p>These details in no way disturbed the battery -camp. They were the commonplaces of war; -so the men, unmindful of them, cooked such -dinner as they could command, and ate it with a -relish unimpaired by the events of the morning.</p> - -<p>But Captain Marshall Pollard and his companion, -Sergeant-major Owen Kilgariff, were -not minded for dinner. Seeing the flames burst -forth from the upper stories of the old colonial -mansion, Kilgariff said to his captain:—</p> - -<p>“I wonder if all those fellows got away? -There may be a wounded man or two left in -the house to roast to death. May I ride over -there and see?”</p> - -<p>“Yes,” answered Pollard, “and I will ride -with you. But first order two of the guns to -shell the sharp-shooters in the thicket yonder. -Otherwise we may not get back.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span></p> - -<p>In spite of the heavy fire that the two guns -poured into the thicket beyond the house, the -sharp-shooters stood their ground like the veterans -that they were, and Pollard and Kilgariff -were their targets as these two swam the -swollen river and galloped across the last year’s -corn lands on their way to the burning house.</p> - -<p>Arrived there, they hastily searched the -upper rooms. Here and there they came upon -a dead soldier, left by his companions to be incinerated -in company with the portraits of old -colonial notables and beautiful colonial dames -that were falling from the walls as the ancient -oaken wainscot shrivelled in the fire.</p> - -<p>But no living thing was found there, and the -two Confederates, satisfied now that there was -no life to be saved, hurried down the burning -stairway and out into the air, where instantly -they became targets again for the sharp-shooters, -not three hundred yards away.</p> - -<p>As they were about to mount their horses, -which had been screened behind a wall projection, -Kilgariff suddenly bethought him of the -cellar, and plunged down the stairway leading -to it. He was promptly followed by his captain, -though both of them realised the peculiar<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span> -danger of the descent at a time when the whole -structure seemed about to tumble into that pit -as a mass of burning timber. But they realised -also that the cellar was the place where they -were most likely to find living men too badly -wounded to make their escape, and so, in spite -of the terrible hazard, they plunged into the -depths, intent only upon their errand of mercy.</p> - -<p>A hasty glance around in the half-light -seemed to reveal only the emptiness of the -cavernous cellar. But just as the two companions -were about to quit the place, in a -hurried effort to save themselves, a great, -blazing beam fell in, together with a massive -area of flame-enveloped flooring, illuminating -the place. As Kilgariff turned, he caught -sight of a girl, crouching behind an angle of -the wall. She was a tall, slender creature, -and Kilgariff was mighty in his muscularity. -There was not a fraction of a second to be -lost if escape from that fire pit was in any -wise to be accomplished. Without a moment’s -pause, Kilgariff threw his arm around the girl -and bore her up the cellar stairs, just as the -whole burning mass of timbers sank suddenly -into the space below.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span></p> - -<p>His captain followed him closely; and, emerging -from the flames, scorched and smoke-stifled, -the three stood still for a moment, under the -deadly fire of the sharp-shooters. Then, with -recovered breath, they turned an angle of the -wall, mounted their horses, and sped away -toward the river, under a rifle fire that seemed -sufficient for the destruction of a regiment. -The shells from their own side of the line, -shrieking above the heads of the three fugitives, -made their horses squat almost to the ground; -but with a resolution born of long familiarity -with danger, the two soldiers sped on, Kilgariff -carrying the girl on the withers of his horse -and trying to shield her from the fire of the -sharp-shooters by so riding as to interpose his -own body between her and the swiftly on-coming -bullets.</p> - -<p>Finally the river was reached, and, plunging -into it, the two horses bore their burdens safely -across. Pollard might easily have been fifty -yards in advance of his sergeant-major, seeing -that he had the better horse, and that his companion’s -animal was carrying double. But that -was not Marshall Pollard’s way. Instead of -riding as fast as he could toward the river and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span> -the comparative safety that lay beyond it, he -rode with his horse’s head just overlapping the -flanks of the animal which bore the girl and her -rescuer. In this way he managed to make of -himself and his horse a protecting barrier between -the enemy and the girl whom Kilgariff -was so gallantly trying to bear to safety.</p> - -<p>This was not a battle, or anything remotely -resembling a battle. If it had been, these two -men would not have left their posts in the -battery. It was only an insignificant “operation -of outposts,” which the commanders in the -front of both armies that night reported as -“some slight skirmishing along the outer lines.” -On neither side was it thought worth while to -add that fifty or sixty brave young fellows had -been done to death in the “slight skirmishing.” -The war was growing old in the spring of -1864. Officers, hardened by experience of human -butchery on a larger scale, no longer -thought it necessary to report death losses that -did not require three figures for their recording.</p> - -<p>When Pollard and Kilgariff reached the bit -of woodland in which the battery had been -posted for a special purpose, they found the -guns already gone. The battery had been<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span> -ordered during their absence to return to its -more permanent camp two or three miles in -the rear, and in Captain Pollard’s absence his -senior lieutenant had taken command to execute -the order. It is the way of war that “men -may come and men may go,” but there is -always some one next in command to take the -place of one in authority who meets death or -is absent for any other cause. An army organisation -resembles Nature herself in its scrupulous -care for the general result, and in its -absolute indifference to the welfare or the fate -of the individual.</p> - -<p>War is a merciless thing—inhuman, demoniacal, -devilish. But incidentally it calls into -activity many of the noblest qualities of human -nature. It had done so in this instance. Having -fired the house on the enemy’s side of the -river, and having thus driven away a company -of sharp-shooters who were grievously annoying -the Confederate line, Captain Pollard’s duty -was fully done. But, at the suggestion that -some wounded enemy might have been left in -the house to perish in the torture of the flames, -he and his companion had deliberately crossed -the river into the enemy’s country, and had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span> -ridden under a galling fire to the burning building, -as earnestly and as daringly intent upon -their mission of mercy as they had been a little -while before upon their work of slaughter and -destruction.</p> - -<p>“Man’s a strange animal,” sings the poet, -and his song is an echo of truth.</p> - -<p>Pollard and Kilgariff rode on until the camp -was reached. There Kilgariff pushed his horse -at once to the tent of the surgeon, and delivered -the girl into that officer’s keeping.</p> - -<p>“Quick!” he said. “I fear she is terribly -wounded.”</p> - -<p>“No, no,” cried the girl; “I am not hurt. -It is only that my corsage is—what you call -stricken. Is it that that is the word? No? -Then what shall I say? It is only that the -bullet hurt what you call my stays. Truly it -did not touch me.”</p> - -<p>Just then Captain Pollard observed that Kilgariff’s -left hand was wrapped in a piece torn -from the front of the girl’s gown, and that the -rude bandage was saturated with blood. Contrary -to all military rule, the sergeant-major had -been holding his reins in his right hand, and -carrying the girl in the support of his left arm.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span> -This awkwardness, as he was at pains to explain -to the captain, had been brought about by the -hurry of necessity.</p> - -<p>“I grabbed the girl,” he explained, “without -a thought of anything but the danger to her. -The house timbers were already falling, and -there was no time to be lost. When I got to -my horse, the fire of the sharp-shooters was too -severe to be trifled with when I had a girl to -protect, so I mounted from the right side of -my horse instead of the left, and continued to -ride with her on my left arm and my bridle-rein -in my right hand. I make my apologies, -Captain.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, confound your apologies!” ejaculated -Captain Pollard. “What’s the matter with -your left hand? Let the surgeon see it at -once.”</p> - -<p>“It is nothing of consequence,” answered the -young man, stripping off the rudely improvised -bandage. “Only the ends of a finger or two -carried away. I had thought until a moment -ago that the bullet had penetrated the young -lady’s body. You see, Captain, I was holding -her in front of me and clasping her closely -around the waist with my fingers extended, the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span> -better to hold her in her uncertain seat on the -withers. So, when the bullet struck my fingers, -I thought it had pierced her person. Thank -God, she has come off safe! But by the time -the surgeon is through with his work on my fingers, -I shall have to use my right hand on the -bridle for a considerable time to come, Captain.”</p> - -<p>“You will have to go to the hospital,” said -the surgeon.</p> - -<p>“Indeed I shall do nothing of the kind.”</p> - -<p>“Why not, Kilgariff?” asked Pollard, who -had become mightily interested in the strange -and strangely reserved young man whom he had -made his sergeant-major.</p> - -<p>“Why not? Why, because I’m not going to -miss the greatest and probably the last campaign -of the greatest war of all time.”</p> - -<p>As he spoke, the captain turned away toward -his tent, leaving Kilgariff to endure the painful -operations of the surgeon upon his wounded -hand, without chloroform, for there was none of -that anæsthetic left among the supplies of this -meagrely furnished field-hospital after the work -already done upon the wounded men of that -morning. Kilgariff endured the amputations -without a groan or so much as a flinching,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span> -whereat the surgeon marvelled the more, seeing -that the patient was a man of exceptionally nervous -constitution and temperament. When the -bandages were all in place, the sergeant-major -said simply:—</p> - -<p>“Please let me have a stiff drink of spirits, -Doctor. I am a trifle inclined to faintness after -the pain.” That was absolutely the only sign -the man gave of the fact that he had been -enduring torture for nearly a half-hour.</p> - -<p>Relighting his pipe, which he had smoked -throughout the painful operation, Kilgariff bade -the doctor good morning, and walked away to -the tent which he and the captain together -occupied.</p> - -<p>In the meantime Captain Pollard had been -questioning the girl as to herself, and getting -no satisfactory answers from her, not so much -because of any unwillingness on her part to give -an account of herself, as seemingly because she -either did not understand the questions put to -her, or did not know what the answers to them -ought to be.</p> - -<p>“I’ll tell you what, Captain,” said Kilgariff, -when Pollard had briefly suggested the situation -to him, “Doctor Brent is at Orange Court<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span> -House, I hear, reorganising the field-hospital -service for the coming campaign, and his wife -is with him. Why not send the girl to her?”</p> - -<p>“To Dorothy? Yes, I’ll send her to Dorothy. -She will know what to do.”</p> - -<p>He hastily summoned an ambulance for the -girl to ride in, and still more hastily scribbled a -note to Dorothy Brent—to her who had been -Dorothy South in the days of her maidenhood -before the war. In it he said:—</p> - -<p class="pbq p1">I am sending you, under escort, a girl whom my -sergeant-major most daringly rescued this morning -from a house on the enemy’s side of the river, after -we had shelled and set fire to the place. She seems -too badly scared, or too something else, for me to find -out anything about her. You, with your womanly -tact, will perhaps be able to gain her confidence and -find out what should be done. If she has friends at -the North to whom she should be returned, I will -arrange with General Stuart to send her back across -the river under a flag of truce. If she hasn’t any -friends, or if for any other reason she should be kept -within our lines, you will know what to do with her. -I am helpless in such a case, and I earnestly invoke -the aid of the very wisest woman I ever knew. -When you see the girl—poor, innocent child that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span> -she is—you, who were once yourself a child, and -who, in growing older, have lost none of the sweetness -and especially none of the moral courage of -childhood, will be interested, I am very sure, in taking -charge of her for her good.</p> - -<p class="p1">Having despatched this note, and the girl, -under escort, Pollard turned to Kilgariff, and -abruptly asked:—</p> - -<p>“Why did you call this coming campaign -‘the greatest and probably the last campaign’ -of the war?”</p> - -<p>“Why, all that seems obvious. The Army of -the Potomac has at last found a commander -who knows how to handle it, and both sides are -tired of the war. Grant is altogether a different -man from McClellan, or Pope, or McDowell, or -Burnside, or Meade. He knows his business. -He knows that the chief remaining strength of -the Confederacy lies in the fighting force of the -Army of Northern Virginia. He will strike -straight at that. He will hurl his whole force -upon us in an effort to destroy this army. -If he succeeds, the Confederacy can’t last even -a fortnight after that. If he fails, if Lee hurls -him back across the Rapidan, broken and -beaten as all his predecessors have been, the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span> -North will never raise another army—if the -feeling there is anything like what the Northern -newspapers represent it to be. You see, I’ve -been reading them all the while—but, pardon -me, I meant only to answer your question.”</p> - -<p>“Don’t apologise,” answered Pollard. And -he wondered who this man, his sergeant-major, -was—whence he had come, and how, and why. -For Captain Marshall Pollard knew absolutely -nothing about the man whom he had made his -confidential staff-sergeant, his tent mate, his -bedfellow, and the executant of all his orders. -Nevertheless, he trusted him implicitly. “I do -not know his history,” he reflected, “but I know -his quality as a man and a soldier.”</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="ch">II</h2> - -<p class="pch">OWEN KILGARIFF</p> - -<p class="drop-cap04">THE relations between Pollard and Kilgariff -were peculiar. In many ways -they were inexplicable except upon the -ground of instinctive sympathy between two -men, each of whom recognised the other as a -gentleman; both of whom were possessed of -scholarly tastes combined with physical vigour -and all that is possible of manliness; both of -whom loved books and knew them intimately; -and each of whom recognised in the other somewhat -more than is common of intellectual force.</p> - -<p>The history of their acquaintance had been -quite unusual. Marshall Pollard had risen from -the ranks to be now the captain of a battery -originally organised and commanded by Captain -Skinner, a West Point graduate who had resigned -from the United States army many years -before the war, but not until after he had seen -much service in Mexico and in Indian warfare.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span> -The battery had been composed at the outset -of ruffians from the purlieus of Richmond, jailbirds, -wharf-rats, beach-combers, men pardoned -out of the penitentiary on condition of their enlistment, -and the friends and associates of such -men. It had been a fiercely fighting battery -from the beginning. Slowly but surely many of -the men who had originally constituted it had -been killed in battle, and Virginia mountaineers -had been enlisted to fill their places. In the -meanwhile discipline of the rigidest military sort -had wrought a wonderful change for the better -in such of the men as survived from the original -organisation. By the time that the battery returned -to Virginia, after covering itself with -glory at Gettysburg, it was no longer a company -of ruffians and criminals, but it continued to -maintain its reputation for desperate fighting -and for cool, self-contained, and unfaltering -courage. For those mountaineers of Virginia -were desperately loyal to the fighting traditions -of their race.</p> - -<p>During the winter of 1863-4 Captain Pollard’s -battery was stationed at Lindsay’s Turnout, on -the Virginia Central Railroad a few miles west -of Gordonsville. Indescribable, almost inconceivable<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span> -mud was the characteristic of that -winter, and General Lee had taken advantage -of it, and of the complete veto it placed upon -even the smallest military operations, to retire -the greater part of his army from the Rappahannock -and the Rapidan to the railroads in the -rear, where it was possible to feed the men and -the horses, at least in some meagre fashion.</p> - -<p>It was during this stay in winter quarters that -Owen Kilgariff had come to the battery. -Whence he came, or how he got there, nobody -knew and nobody could guess. There were only -two trains a day on the railroad; one going east, -and the other going west. It was the duty of -strong guards from Pollard’s battery to man the -station whenever a train arrived and inspect the -passports of every passenger who descended from -the cars to the platform or passed from the platform -to the cars. Owen Kilgariff had not come -by any of the trains. That much was absolutely -certain, and nobody knew any other way by which -he could have come. Yet one evening he appeared -in Pollard’s battery at retreat roll-call and -stood looking on and listening while the orders -for the night were being read to the men.</p> - -<p>He was a singularly comely young man of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span> -thirty years, or a little less—tall, rather slender, -though very muscular, symmetrical in an -unusual degree, and carrying his large and -well-shaped head with the ease and grace of a -trained athlete.</p> - -<p>When the military function was ended and -the men had broken ranks, Kilgariff approached -Captain Pollard, and with a faultlessly correct -military salute said:—</p> - -<p>“Captain, I crave your permission to pass -the night with some of your men. In the -morning I think I shall ask you to enlist me in -your battery.”</p> - -<p>There was something in the man’s speech -and manner which strongly appealed to Marshall -Pollard’s sympathy and awakened his -respect.</p> - -<p>“You shall be my own personal guest for the -night,” he said; “I can offer you some bacon -and corn bread for supper, and a bundle of dry -broom-straw grass to sleep upon. As for enlistment, -we’ll talk further about that in the -morning.”</p> - -<p>The evening passed pleasantly. The stranger -was obviously a gentleman to his finger tips. -He conversed with rare intelligence and interest,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span> -upon every subject that happened to arise -among the officers who were accustomed to -gather in the captain’s hut every evening, making -a sort of club of his headquarters. Incidentally -some one made reference during the -evening to some reported Japanese custom. -Instantly but very modestly Kilgariff said:—</p> - -<p>“Pardon me, but that is one of many misapprehensions -concerning the Japanese. They -have no such custom. The notion arose originally -out of a misunderstanding—a misinterpretation; -it got into print, and has been -popularly accepted ever since. Let me tell -you, if you care to listen, what the facts really -are.”</p> - -<p>Then he went on, by eager invitation, to talk -long and interestingly about Japan and the -Japanese—matters then very slightly known—speaking -all the while with the modest confidence -of one who knows his subject, but who -is in no sense disposed to display the extent of -his knowledge.</p> - -<p>Finally, inquiry brought out the modestly reluctant -information that Kilgariff had been a -member—though he avoided saying in what -capacity—of Commodore Perry’s expedition<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span> -which compelled the opening of the Japanese -ports, and that instead of returning with the -expedition, he had somehow quitted it and -made his way into the interior of the hermit -empire, where he had passed a year or two in -minute exploration.</p> - -<p>All this was drawn out by questioning only, -and in no case did Kilgariff go beyond the question -asked, to volunteer information. Especially -he avoided speaking of himself or of his achievements -at any point in his conversation. He -would say, “An American” did this, “An English-speaking -man” saw that, “A foreigner had -an experience,” and so forth. The first personal -pronoun singular was almost completely absent -from his conversation.</p> - -<p>One of the lieutenants was a Frenchman, and -to him Kilgariff spoke in French whenever that -officer seemed at a loss to understand a statement -made in English. The surgeon was a -German, and with him Kilgariff talked in German -about scientific matters, and in such fashion -that the doctor said to Pollard next morning:—</p> - -<p>“It is that this man an accomplished physician -is, or I mightily mistaken am already.”</p> - -<p>In the morning Owen Kilgariff warmly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span> -thanked Captain Pollard for his entertainment, -adding:—</p> - -<p>“As one gentleman with another, you have -been free to offer, and I free to accept, your -hospitality. Be very sure that I shall not presume -upon this after I become a common soldier -under your command, as I intend to do this -morning if I have your permission.”</p> - -<p>Pollard protested that his battery was not a -proper one for a man of Kilgariff’s culture and -refinement to enlist in, explaining that such of -the men as were not ex-criminals were illiterate -mountaineers, wholly unfit for association on -equal terms with him. For answer, Kilgariff -said:—</p> - -<p>“I am told that you yourself enlisted here, -Captain, when the conditions were even less -alluring than now.”</p> - -<p>“Well, yes, certainly. But my case was -peculiar.”</p> - -<p>“Perhaps mine is equally so,” answered the -man. “At any rate, I very much want to -enlist under your command, in a battery that, -as I learn, usually manages to get into the -thick of every fight and to stay there to the -end.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span></p> - -<p>A question was on Pollard’s lips, which he -greatly wanted to ask, but he dared not. With -the instinctive shrinking of a gentleman from -the impertinence of personal questioning, Pollard -found it impossible to ask this man how it happened -that he was not already a soldier somewhere. -And yet the matter was one which very -naturally prompted questioning. The Confederate -conscription laws had long ago brought into -the army every able-bodied man in the South. -How happened it, then, that this man of twenty-eight -or thirty years of age, perfect in physique, -had managed to avoid service until this fourth -year of the war? And how was it, that one so -manifestly eager now for service of the most -active kind had been willing to keep out of the -army for so long a time?</p> - -<p>As if divining the thought which Captain -Pollard could not bring himself to formulate, -Kilgariff said:—</p> - -<p>“Some day, perhaps, I shall be able to tell -you how and why it is that I am not already -a soldier. At present I cannot. But I assure -you, on my honour as a gentleman, that there -is absolutely no obstacle in the way of your -enlistment of me in your command. I earnestly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span> -ask you to accept me as one of your cannoniers.”</p> - -<p>Accordingly, the man was enrolled as a private -in the battery, and from that hour he never -once presumed upon the acquaintance he had -been privileged to form with the officers. With -a scrupulosity greater than was common even -in that rigidly disciplined command, he observed -the distinction between officers and -enlisted men. His behaviour indeed was that -of one bred under the strict surveillance of -martinet professors in a military school. He -did all his military duties of whatever kind with -a like attention to every detail of good conduct; -always obeying like a soldier, never like a servant. -That distinction is broad and very important -as an index of character.</p> - -<p>The officers liked him, and Pollard especially -sought him out for purposes of conversation. -The men liked him, too, though they felt instinctively -that he was their superior. Perhaps -their liking for him was in large part due to the -fact that he never asserted or in any wise assumed -his superiority—never recognised it, in -fact, even by implication.</p> - -<p>He nearly always had a book somewhere<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span> -about his person—a book borrowed in most -cases, but bought when there was no opportunity -to borrow, for the man seemed always to -have money in plenty. Now and then he would -go to a quartermaster or a paymaster with a gold -piece and exchange it for a great roll of the -nearly worthless Confederate notes. These he -would spend for books or whatever else he -wanted.</p> - -<p>On one occasion, when the men of the battery -had been left for thirteen bitterly cold days and -nights with no food except a meagre dole of -corn meal, Kilgariff bought a farmer’s yoke of -oxen that had become stalled in the muddy -roadway near the camp. These were emphatically -“lean kine,” and their flesh would make -very tough beef, but the toughest beef imaginable -was better than no meat at all, and so -Kilgariff paid what looked like a king’s ransom -for the half-starved and wholly “stalled” oxen, -got two of the men who had had experience in -such work to slaughter and dress them, and -asked the commissary-sergeant to distribute the -meat among the men.</p> - -<p>The next day he exchanged another gold -piece for Confederate notes enough to paper<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span> -a goodly sized wall, and the men rightly guessed -that for some reason, known only to himself, this -stranger among them carried a supply of gold -coin in a belt buckled about his waist. But not -one of them ever ventured to ask him concerning -the matter. He was clearly not a man to -be questioned with regard to his personal affairs.</p> - -<p>Thus it came about that Captain Pollard, who -had made this man successively corporal, sergeant, -and finally sergeant-major, solely on -grounds of obvious fitness, actually knew nothing -about him, except that he was an ideally -good soldier and a man of education and -culture.</p> - -<p>Now that he had become sergeant-major, his -association with the captain was close and constant. -The two occupied the same tent or hut—when -they had a tent or hut—messed together, -slept together, and rode side by side -whithersoever the captain had occasion to go -on duty. They read together, too, in their idle -hours, and talked much with each other about -books, men, and affairs. But never once did -Captain Pollard ask a personal question of his -executive sergeant and intimate personal associate.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span></p> - -<p>Nor did Kilgariff ever volunteer the smallest -hint of information concerning himself, either -to the captain or to anybody else. On the contrary, -he seemed peculiarly to shrink even from -the accidental or incidental revelation of anything -pertaining to himself.</p> - -<p>One day, in winter quarters, a gunner was -trying to open a shell which had failed to explode -when fired from the enemy’s battery into -the Confederate lines. The missile burst while -the gunner was handling it, and tore off the -poor fellow’s hand. The surgeon had ridden -away somewhither—nobody knew whither—and -it was at least a mile’s distance to the nearest -camp where a surgeon might be found. -Meanwhile, the man seemed doomed to bleed -to death. The captain was hurriedly wondering -what to do, when Kilgariff came quietly but -quickly, pushed his way through the group of -excited men, knotted a handkerchief, and deftly -bound it around the wounded man’s arm.</p> - -<p>“Hold that firmly,” he said to a corporal -standing by. “Watch the stump, and if the -blood begins to flow again, twist the loop a -trifle tighter, but not too tight, only enough to -prevent a free hemorrhage—bleeding, I mean.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span></p> - -<p>Then, touching his cap brim, he asked the -captain:—</p> - -<p>“May I go to the surgeon’s tent and bring -some necessary appliances? I think I may save -this poor fellow’s life, and there is no time to be -lost.”</p> - -<p>The captain gave permission, of course, and -a few minutes later Kilgariff returned with a -score of things needed. Kneeling, he arranged -them on the ground. Then he examined -the wounded man’s pulse, and with a look -of satisfaction saturated a handkerchief with -chloroform from a bottle he had brought. -He then turned again to Captain Pollard, -saying:—</p> - -<p>“Will you kindly hold that over the man’s -nose and mouth? And will you put your finger -on his uninjured wrist, observing the pulse-beats -carefully? Tell me, please, if any marked -change occurs.”</p> - -<p>“Why, what are you going to do?” asked -the captain.</p> - -<p>“With your permission, I am going to amputate -this badly shattered wrist. There is no -time to be lost.”</p> - -<p>With that, he set to work, pausing only to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span> -direct one of the corporals to keep the men -back and prevent too close a crowding around -the patient.</p> - -<p>With what seemed to Captain Pollard incredible -quickness, Kilgariff amputated the arm -above the wrist, took up the arteries, and -neatly bandaged the wound. Then he bade -some of the men bear the patient on a litter to -his hut, and place him in his bunk. He remained -by the poor fellow’s side until the -effects of shock and chloroform had subsided. -Then he returned to his quarters quite as if -nothing out of the ordinary routine had happened.</p> - -<p>Captain Pollard had seen enough of field -surgery during his three years of active military -service to know that Kilgariff’s work in this -case had been done with the skill of an expert, -and his astonishment over this revelation of -his sergeant-major’s accomplishment was great. -Nevertheless, he shrank from questioning the -man about the matter, or saying anything to -him which might be construed as an implied -question. All that he said was:—</p> - -<p>“I thank you, Kilgariff, and congratulate -you! You have saved a good man’s life this<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span> -day, and God does not give it to many men to -do that.”</p> - -<p>“I hope the surgeon will find my work satisfactory,” -responded the sergeant-major. “Is -there any soup in the kettle, Tom?”—addressing -the coloured cook. “Bring me a cup of it, -please.”</p> - -<p>The man’s nerves had gone through a fearful -strain, of course, as every surgeon’s do when he -performs a capital operation, and the captain -saw that Kilgariff was exhausted. He offered -to send for a drink of whiskey, but Kilgariff -declined it, saying that the hot soup was quite -all he needed. The bugle blowing the retreat -call a moment later, Kilgariff went, quite as if -nothing had happened, to call the roll and -deliver the orders for the night.</p> - -<p>A little later the surgeon returned and was -told what had happened. After looking at the -bandages, and without removing them, he muttered -something in German and walked away -to the captain’s quarters. He was surgeon to -this battery only, for the reason that the company -was for the time detached from its battalion, -and must have a medical officer of its -own.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span></p> - -<p>Entering the captain’s quarters, the bluff but -emotional German doctor grasped Kilgariff’s -hand, and broke forth:—</p> - -<p>“It is that you are a brother then as well as -a frient already. Why then haf you not to me -that you are a surgeon told it? Ach! I haf -myself that you speak the German forgot. It -is only in the German that I can what I wish to -tell you say.”</p> - -<p>Then in German the excited doctor went on -to lavish praise upon the younger man for his -skill. Presently the captain, seeing how sorely -Kilgariff was embarrassed by the encomiums, -came to his relief by asking:—</p> - -<p>“Have you taken off the bandages, Doctor, -and examined the wound?”</p> - -<p>“Shade of Esculapius, NO! What am I, -that I should with such a bandaging tamper? -One glance—one, what you call, look—quite -enough tells me. This the work of a master is—it -is not the work with which for me to interfere. -The man who those bandages put on, -that man knows what the best masters can -teach. It is not under the bandages that I -need to look to find out that. Ach, Herr Sergeant-major, -I to you my homage offer. Five<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span> -years I in the hospitals of Berlin am, and -four years in Vienna. In the army of Austria -I am surgeon for six years. Do I not -know?”</p> - -<p>Then the doctor began to question Kilgariff -in German, to the younger man’s sore embarrassment. -But, fortunately for his reserve, Kilgariff -had the German language sufficiently at -his command to parry every question, and when -tattoo sounded, the excited surgeon returned to -his own quarters, still muttering his astonishment -and admiration.</p> - -<p>In the morning Captain Pollard asked Kilgariff -to ride with him, in order that they two -might the better talk together. But even on -horseback Pollard found it difficult to approach -this man upon any subject that seemed in the -least degree personal. It was not that there -was anything repellent, anything combative, -and still less anything pugnacious in Kilgariff’s -manner; for there was never anything of the -sort. It was only that the man was so full of -a gentle dignity, so saturated with that reserve -which a gentleman instinctively feels concerning -his own affairs that no other gentleman -wishes to intrude upon them.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span></p> - -<p>Still, Pollard had something to say to his sergeant-major -on this occasion, and presently he -said it:—</p> - -<p>“I did not know until yesterday,” he began, -“that you were a surgeon, Kilgariff.”</p> - -<p>“Perhaps I should not call myself that,” interrupted -the man, as if anxious to forestall the -captain’s thought. “One who has knocked -about the world as much as I have naturally -picks up a good many bits of useful information—especially -with regard to the emergency care -of men who get themselves hurt.”</p> - -<p>“Now listen to me, Kilgariff,” said Pollard, -with determination. “Don’t try to hoodwink -me. I have never asked you a question about -your personal affairs, and I don’t intend to do so -now. You need not seek by indirection to mislead -me. I shall not ask you whether you are a -surgeon or not. There is no need. I have seen -too much with my own eyes, and I have heard -too much from our battery surgeon as to your -skill, to believe for one moment that it is of -the ‘jack-at-all-trades’ kind. But I ask you no -questions. I respect your privacy, as I demand -respect for my own. But I want to say to you -that this army is badly in need of surgeons,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span> -especially surgeons whose skill is greater than -that of the half-educated country doctors, many -of whom we have been obliged to commission -for want of better-equipped men. I learn this -from my friend Doctor Arthur Brent, who tells -me he is constantly embarrassed by his inability -to find really capable and experienced surgeons -to do the more difficult work of the general hospitals. -He said to me only a week ago, when -he came to the front to reorganise the medical -service for this year’s campaign, that ‘many -hundreds of gallant men will die this summer -for lack of a sufficient number of highly skilled -surgeons.’ He explained that while we have -many men in the service whose skill is of the -highest, we have not nearly enough of such to -fill the places in which they are needed. Now -I want you to let me send you to Doctor Brent -with a letter of introduction. He will quickly -procure a commission for you as a major-surgeon. -It isn’t fit that such a man as you -should waste himself in the position of a non-commissioned -officer.”</p> - -<p>Not until he had finished the speech did Pollard -turn his eyes upon his companion’s face. -Then he saw it to be pale—almost cadaverous.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span> -Obviously the man was undergoing an agonising -struggle with himself.</p> - -<p>“I beg your pardon, Kilgariff,” hastily spoke -Captain Pollard, “if I have said anything to -wound you; I could not know—”</p> - -<p>“It is not that,” responded the sergeant-major. -But he added nothing to the declaration -for a full minute afterward, during which -time he was manifestly struggling to control -himself. Finally recovering his calm, he said:—</p> - -<p>“It is very kind of you, Captain, and I thank -you for it. But I cannot accept your offer of -service. I must remain as I am. I ought to -have remained a private, as I at first intended. -It is very ungracious in me not to tell you the -wherefore of this, but I cannot, and your already -demonstrated respect for my privacy will -surely forbid you to resent a reserve concerning -myself which I am bound to maintain. If you -do resent it, or if it displeases you in the least, -I beg you to accept my resignation as your -sergeant-major, and let me return to my place -among the men as a private in the battery.”</p> - -<p>“No,” answered Pollard, decisively. “If the -army cannot have the advantage of your service -in any higher capacity, I certainly shall not let<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span> -myself lose your intelligence and devotion as -my staff-sergeant. Believe me, Kilgariff, I -spoke only for your good and the good of the -service.”</p> - -<p>“I quite understand, Captain, and I thank -you. But with your permission we will let -matters remain as they are.”</p> - -<p>All this occurred about a week before the -events related in the first chapter of this story.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="ch">III</h2> - -<p class="pch">EVELYN BYRD</p> - -<p class="drop-cap04">WHEN the girl whom Kilgariff had -rescued from the burning building -was delivered into Dorothy Brent’s -hands, that most gracious of gentlewomen received -her quite as if her coming had been -expected, and as if there had been nothing -unusual in the circumstances that had led to -her visit. Dorothy was too wise and too considerate -to question the frightened girl about -herself upon her first arrival. She saw that -she was half scared and wholly bewildered by -what had happened to her, added to which her -awe of Dorothy herself, stately dame that the -very young wife of Doctor Brent seemed in her -unaccustomed eyes, was a circumstance to be -reckoned with.</p> - -<p>“I must teach her to love me first,” thought -Dorothy, with the old straightforwardness of -mind. “Then she will trust me.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span></p> - -<p>So, after she had hastily read Pollard’s note -and characterised it as “just like a man not to -find out the girl’s name,” she took the poor, -frightened, fawnlike creature in her arms, saying, -with caresses that were genuine inspirations -of her nature:—</p> - -<p>“Poor, dear girl! You have had a very hard -day of it. Now the first thing for you to do is -to rest. So come on up to my room. You shall -have a refreshing little bath—I’ll give it to you -myself with Mammy’s aid—and then you shall -go regularly to bed.”</p> - -<p>“But,” queried the doubting girl, “is it permitted -to—”</p> - -<p>“Oh, yes, I know you are faint with hunger, -and you shall have your breakfast as soon as -Dick can get it ready. Queer, isn’t it, to take -breakfast at three o’clock in the afternoon? -But you shall have it in bed, with nobody to -bother you. Fortunately we have some coffee, -and Dick is an expert in making coffee. I -taught him myself. I don’t know, of course, how -much or how little experience you have had -with servants, but I have always found that -when I want them to do things in my way, I -must take all the trouble necessary to teach<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span> -them what my way is. Get her shoes and -stockings off quick, Mammy.”</p> - -<p>“I have had little to do with servants,” said -the girl, simply, “and so I don’t know.”</p> - -<p>“Didn’t you ever have a dear old mammy? -queried Dorothy, thus asking the first of the -questions that must be asked in order to discover -the girl’s identity.</p> - -<p>“No—yes. I don’t know. You see, they -made me swear to tell nothing. I mustn’t tell -after that, must I?”</p> - -<p>“No, you dear girl; no. You needn’t tell -me anything. I was only wondering what girls -do when they haven’t a good old mammy like -mine to coddle them and regulate them and -make them happy. Why, you can’t imagine -what a bad girl I should have been if I hadn’t -had Mammy here to scold me and keep me -straight. Can she, Mammy?”</p> - -<p>“Humph!” ejaculated the old coloured nurse. -“Much good my scoldin’ o’ you done do, Mis’ -Dorothy. Dere nebber was a chile so cantankerous -as you is always been an’ is to dis day. -I’d be ’shamed to tell dis heah young lady ’bout -your ways an’ your manners. Howsomever, -she kin jedge fer herse’f, seein’ as she fin’s you<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span> -heah ’mong all de soldiers, when you oughter -be at Wyanoke a-givin’ o’ dinin’-days, an’ a-entertainin’ -o’ yer frien’s. I’se had a hard time -with you, Mis’ Dorothy, all my life. What fer -you always a-botherin’ ’bout a lot o’ sick people -an’ wounded men, jes’ as yo’ done do ’bout dem -no-’count niggas down at Wyanoke when dey -done gone an’ got deyselves sick? Ah, well, -I spec dat’s what ole mammies is bawn fer—jes’ -to reg’late dere precious chiles when de’re -bent on habin’ dere own way anyhow. Don’ -you go fer to listen to Mis’ Dorothy ’bout sich -things, nohow, Mis’—what’s yer name, honey?”</p> - -<p>“I don’t think I can tell,” answered the girl, -frightened again, apparently; “at least, not certainly. -It is Evelyn Byrd, but there was something -else added to it at last, and I don’t want -to tell what the rest of it is.”</p> - -<p>“Then you are a Virginian?” said Dorothy, -quickly, surprised into a question when she -meant to ask none.</p> - -<p>“I think so,” said the girl; “I’m not quite -sure.”</p> - -<p>She looked frightened again, and Dorothy -pursued the inquiry no further, saying:—</p> - -<p>“Oh, we won’t bother about that. Evelyn<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span> -Byrd is name enough for anybody to bear, and -it is thoroughly Virginian. Here comes your -breakfast”—as Dick knocked at the door with -a tray which Mammy took from his hands and -herself brought to the bed in which the girl had -been placed after her bath. “We won’t bother -about anything now. Just take your breakfast, -and then try to sleep a little. You must be -utterly worn out.”</p> - -<p>The girl looked at her wistfully, but said -nothing. She ate sparingly, but apparently -with the relish of one who is faint for want of -food, the which led Dorothy to say:—</p> - -<p>“It was just like a man to send you on here -without giving you something to eat.”</p> - -<p>“You are very good to me.” That was all -the girl said in reply.</p> - -<p>When she had rested, Dorothy sitting sewing -in the meanwhile, the girl turned to her hostess -and asked:—</p> - -<p>“Might I put on my clothes again, now?”</p> - -<p>“Why, certainly. Now that you are rested, -you are to do whatever you wish.”</p> - -<p>“Am I? I was never allowed to do anything -I wished before this time—at least not -often.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span></p> - -<p>The remark opened the way for questioning, -but Dorothy was too discreet to avail herself of -the opportunity. She said only:—</p> - -<p>“Well, so long as you stay with me, Evelyn, -you are to do precisely as you please. I believe -in liberty for every one. You heard what -Mammy said about me. Dear old Mammy has -been trying to govern me ever since I was born, -and never succeeding, simply because she never -really wanted to succeed. Don’t you think -people are the better for being left free to do as -they please in all innocent ways?”</p> - -<p>There was a fleeting expression as of pained -memory on the girl’s face. She did not answer -immediately, but sat gazing as any little child -might, into Dorothy’s face. After a little, she -said:—</p> - -<p>“I don’t quite know. You see, I know so -very little. I think I would like best to do -whatever you please for me to do. Yes. That -is what I would like best.”</p> - -<p>“Would you like to go with me to my home, -and live there with me till you find your -friends?”</p> - -<p>“I would like that, yes. But I think I haven’t -any friends—I don’t know.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Well,” said Dorothy, “sometime you shall -tell me about that—some day when you have -come to love me and feel like telling me about -yourself.”</p> - -<p>“Thank you,” said the girl. “I think I love -you already. But I mustn’t tell anything because -of what they made me swear.”</p> - -<p>“We’ll leave all that till we get to Wyanoke,” -said Dorothy. “Wyanoke, you should know, -is Doctor Brent’s plantation. It is my home. -You and I will go to Wyanoke within a day or -two. Just as soon as my husband, Doctor -Brent, can spare me.”</p> - -<p>The girl was manifestly losing something of -her timidity under the influence of her new-found -trust and confidence in Dorothy, and -Dorothy was quick to discover the fact, but -cautious not to presume upon it. The two -talked till supper time, and the girl accompanied -her hostess to that meal, where, for the first -time, she met Arthur Brent. That adept in the -art of observation so managed the conversation -as to find out a good deal about Evelyn Byrd, -without letting her know or suspect that he was -even interested in her. He asked her no questions -concerning herself or her past, but drew<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span> -her into a shy participation in the general conversation. -That night he said to Dorothy:—</p> - -<p>“That girl has brains and a character. Both -have been dwarfed, or rather forbidden development, -whether purposely or by accidental circumstances -I cannot determine. You will find -out when you get her to Wyanoke, and it really -doesn’t matter. Under your influence she will -grow as a plant does in the sunshine. I almost -envy you your pupil.”</p> - -<p>“She will be yours, too, even more than -mine.”</p> - -<p>“After a while, perhaps, but not for some -time to come. I have much more to do here -than I thought, and shall have to leave the -laboratory work at Wyanoke to you for the -present. You’d better set out to-morrow morning. -The railroads are greatly overtaxed just -now, as General Lee is using every car he can -get for the transportation of troops and supplies—mainly -troops, for heaven knows there are -not many supplies to be carried. I have promised -the surgeon-general that the laboratory at -Wyanoke shall be worked to its full capacity in -the preparation of medicines and appliances, so -you are needed there at once. But under present<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span> -conditions it is better that you travel across -country in a carriage. I’ve arranged all that. -You will have a small military escort as far as -the James River. After that, you will have no -need. How I do envy you the interest you are -going to feel in this Evelyn Byrd!”</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="ch">IV</h2> - -<p class="pch">THE LETTING DOWN OF THE BARS</p> - -<p class="drop-cap06">NOT many days after Pollard’s fruitless -talk with Kilgariff, the sergeant-major -asked leave, one morning, to -visit Orange Court House. He said nothing of -his purpose in going thither, and Pollard had -no impulse to ask him, as he certainly would -have been moved to ask any other enlisted man -under his command, especially now that the -hasty movements of troops in preparation for -the coming campaign had brought the army -into a condition resembling fermentation.</p> - -<p>When Kilgariff reached the village, he inquired -for Doctor Brent’s quarters, and presently -dismounted in front of the house temporarily -occupied by that officer.</p> - -<p>As he entered the office, Arthur Brent raised -his eyes, and instantly a look of amazed recognition -came over his face. Rising and grasping<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span> -his visitor’s hand—though that hand had not -been extended—he exclaimed:—</p> - -<p>“Kilgariff! You here?”</p> - -<p>“Thank you,” answered the sergeant-major. -“You have taken my hand—which I did not -venture to offer. That means much.”</p> - -<p>“It means that I am Arthur Brent, and glad -to greet Owen Kilgariff once more in the flesh.”</p> - -<p>“It means more than that,” answered Kilgariff. -“It means that you generously believe -in my innocence—jail-bird that I am.”</p> - -<p>“I have never believed you guilty,” answered -the other.</p> - -<p>“But why not? The evidence was all against -me.”</p> - -<p>“No, it was not. The <i>testimony</i> was. But -between evidence and testimony there is a -world of difference.”</p> - -<p>“Just how do you mean?”</p> - -<p>“Well, you and I know our chemistry. If a -score of men should swear to us that they had -seen a jet of oxygen put out fire, and a jet of -carbonic acid gas rekindle it from a dying coal, -we should instantly reject their testimony in -favour of the evidence of our own knowledge. -In the same way, I have always rejected the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span> -testimony that convicted you, because I have, -in my knowledge of you, evidence of your innocence. -You and I were students together both -in this country and in Europe. We were friends, -roommates, comrades, day and night. I learned -to know your character perfectly, and I hold -character to be as definite a fact as complexion -is, or height, or anything else. I had the evidence -of my own knowledge of you. The testimony -contradicted it. Therefore I rejected the -testimony and believed the evidence.”</p> - -<p>“Believe me,” answered Kilgariff, “I am -grateful to you for that. I did not expect it. I -ought to, but I did not. If I had reasoned as -soundly as you do, I should have known how -you would feel. But I am morbid perhaps. -Circumstances have tended to make me so.”</p> - -<p>“Come with me to my bedroom upstairs,” -said Arthur Brent. “There is much that we -must talk about, and we are subject to interruption -here.”</p> - -<p>Then, summoning his orderly, Arthur Brent -gave his commands:—</p> - -<p>“I shall be engaged with Sergeant-major -Kilgariff upstairs for some time to come, and -I must not be interrupted on any account. Say<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span> -so to all who may ask to see me, and peremptorily -refuse to bring me any card or any name -or any message. You understand.”</p> - -<p>Then, throwing his arm around his old comrade’s -person, he led the way upstairs. When -the two were seated, Arthur Brent said:—</p> - -<p>“Tell me now about yourself. How comes -it that you are here, and wearing a Confederate -uniform?”</p> - -<p>“Instead of prison stripes, eh? It is simple -enough. By a desperate effort I escaped from -Sing Sing, and after a vast deal of trouble and -some hardship, I succeeded in making my way -into the Confederate lines. Thinking to hide -myself as completely as possible, I enlisted in -a battery that has no gentlemen in its ranks, -but has a habit of getting itself into the thick -of every fight and staying there. You know -the battery—Captain Pollard’s?”</p> - -<p>“Marshall Pollard’s? Yes. He is one of my -very best friends. But tell me—”</p> - -<p>“Permit me to finish. I wanted to hide myself. -I thought that as a cannonier in such a -battery I should escape all possibility of observation. -But that battery has very little material -out of which to make non-commissioned<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span> -officers. Very few of the men can read or -write. So it naturally came about that I was -put into place as a non-commissioned officer, -and I am now sergeant-major, greatly to my -regret. In that position I must be always with -Captain Pollard. When I learned that he and -you were intimates, and that your duty often -called you to the front, I saw the necessity of -coming to you to find out on what terms you -and I might meet after—well, in consideration -of the circumstances.”</p> - -<p>Arthur Brent waited for a time before answering. -Then he stood erect, and said:—</p> - -<p>“Stand up, Owen, and let me look you in the -eyes. I have not asked you if you are innocent -of the crimes charged against you. I never shall -ask you that. I <i>know</i>, because I know <i>you</i>!”</p> - -<p>“I thank you, Arthur, for putting the matter -in that way. But it is due to you—due to your -faith in me—that I should voluntarily say to -you what you refuse to ask me to say. As God -sees me, I am as innocent as you are. I could -have established my innocence at the critical -time, but I would not. To do that would -have been to condemn—well, it would have -involved—”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Never mind that. I understand. You made -a heroic self-sacrifice. Let me rejoice only in -the fact that you are free again. You are -enlisted under your own name?”</p> - -<p>“Of course. I could never take an alias. It -was only when I learned that you and Captain -Pollard were friends—”</p> - -<p>“But suppose you fall into the hands of the -enemy? Suppose you are made prisoner?”</p> - -<p>“I shall never be taken alive,” was the -response.</p> - -<p>“But you may be wounded.”</p> - -<p>“I am armed against all that,” the other -replied. “I have my pistols, of course. I -carry an extra small one in my vest pocket for -emergencies. Finally, I have these”—drawing -forth two little metallic cases, one from the -right, the other from the left trousers pocket. -“They are filled with pellets of cyanide of -potassium. I carry them in two pockets to -make sure that no wound shall prevent me -getting at them. I shall not be taken alive. -Even if that should happen, however, I am -armed against the emergency. Two men escaped -from Sing Sing with me. One of them -was shot to death by the guards, his face being<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span> -fearfully mutilated. The other was wounded -and captured. The body of the dead man was -identified as mine, and my death was officially -recorded. I do not think the law of New York -would go behind that. But in any case, I am -armed against capture, and I shall never be -taken alive.”</p> - -<p>A little later Arthur Brent turned the conversation.</p> - -<p>“Let us talk of the future,” he said, “not of -the past. I am reorganising the medical staff -for the approaching campaign. I am sorely put -to it to find fit men for the more responsible -places. My simple word will secure for you a -commission as major-surgeon, and I will assign -you to the very best post at my disposal. I -need just such men as you are—a dozen, a -score, yes, half a hundred of them. You must -put yourself in my hands. I’ll apply for your -commission to-day, and get it within three days -at most.”</p> - -<p>“If you will think a moment, Arthur,” said -the other, “you will see that I could not do -that without dishonour. Branded as I am with -a conviction of felony, I have no right to impose -myself as a commissioned officer upon<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span> -men who would never consent to associate with -me upon such terms if they knew.”</p> - -<p>“I respect your scruple,” answered Doctor -Brent, after a moment of reflection, “but I do -not share it. In the first place, the disability -you mention is your misfortune, not your fault. -You <i>know</i> yourself to be innocent, and as you -do not in any way stand accused in the eyes of -the officers of this army, there is absolutely no -reason why you should not become one of them, -as a man conscious of his own rectitude.</p> - -<p>“Besides all that, we are living in new times, -under different conditions from those that existed -before the war. It used to be said that in -Texas it was taking an unfair advantage of -any man to inquire into his life before his -migration to that State. If he had conducted -himself well since his arrival there, he was -entitled to all his reserves with regard to his -previous course of life in some other part of -the country. Now a like sentiment has grown -strong in the South since this war broke out. -I don’t mean to suggest that we have lowered -our standards of honourable conduct in the -least, for we have not done so. But we have -revised our judgments as to what constitutes<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span> -worth. The old class distinctions of birth and -heritage have given place to new tests of present -conduct. There are companies by the -score in this army whose officers, elected by -their men, were before the war persons of -much lower social position than that of a -majority of their own men. In any peacetime -organisation these officers could never have -hoped for election to office of any kind; but -they are fighters and men of capacity; they -know how to do the work of war well, and, -under our new and sounder standards of fitness, -the men in the ranks have put aside old social -distinctions and elected to command them the -men fittest to command. The same principle -prevails higher up. One distinguished -major-general in the Confederate service was a -nobody before the war; another was far worse; -he was a negro trader who before the war -would not have been admitted, even as a merely -tolerated guest, into the houses of the gentlemen -who are to-day glad to serve as officers -and enlisted men under his command. Still -another was an ignorant Irish labourer who -did work for day’s wages in the employ of -some of the men to whom he now gives orders,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span> -and from whom he expects and receives willing -obedience. I tell you, Kilgariff, a revolution -has been wrought in this Southern land of ours, -and the results of that revolution will permanently -endure, whatever the military or political -outcome of the war may be. In your case there -is no need to cite these precedents, except to -show you that the old quixotism—it was a -good old quixotism in its way; it did a world of -good, together with a very little of evil—is -completely gone. There is no earthly reason, -Kilgariff, why you should not render a higher -and better service to the Confederacy than that -which you are now rendering. There is no reason—”</p> - -<p>“Pardon me, Arthur; in my own mind there is -reason enough. And besides, I am thoroughly -comfortable as I am. You know I am given to -being comfortable. You remember that when -you and I were students at Jena, and afterward -in the Latin Quarter in Paris, I was always -content to live in the meagre ways that other -students did, though I had a big balance to my -credit in the bank and a large income at home. -As sergeant-major under our volunteer system, -I am the intimate associate not only of Captain<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span> -Pollard, whose scholarship you know, but also -of all the battery officers, some of whom are -men worth knowing. For the rest, I like the -actual fighting, and I am looking forward to -this summer’s campaign with positively eager -anticipations. So, if you don’t mind, we will let -matters stand as they are. I will remain sergeant-major -till the end of it all.”</p> - -<p>With that, the two friends parted.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="ch">V</h2> - -<p class="pch">DOROTHY’S OPINIONS</p> - -<p class="drop-cap04">IT was not Arthur Brent’s habit to rest satisfied -in the defeat of any purpose. He -was deeply interested to induce Owen -Kilgariff to become a member of the military -medical staff. Having exhausted his own resources -of persuasion, he determined to consult -Dorothy, as he always did when he needed -counsel. That night he sent a long letter to -her. In it he told her all he knew about the -matter, reserving nothing—he never practised -reserve with her—but asking her to keep Kilgariff’s -name and history to herself. Having -laid the whole matter before that wise young -woman, he frankly asked her what he should -do further in the case. For reply, she wrote:—</p> - -<div class="pbq"> - -<p class="p1">I am deeply interested in Kilgariff’s case. I have -thought all day and nearly all night about it. It -seems to me to be a case in which a man is to be -saved who is well worth saving. Not that I regard<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span> -service in the ranks as either a hardship or a shame to -any man, when the ranks are full of the best young -men in all the land. If that were all, I would not -have you turn your hand over to lift this man into -place as a commissioned officer.</p> - -<p>If I interpret the matter aright, Kilgariff is simply -morbid, and if you can induce him to take the place -you have pressed upon him, you will have cured him -of his morbidity of mind. And I think you can do -that. You know how I contemn the duello, and fortunately -it seems passing out of use. In these war -times, when every man stands up every day to be -shot at by hundreds of men who are not scared, it -would be ridiculous for any man to stand up and let -one scared man shoot at him, in the hope of demonstrating -his courage in that fashion.</p> - -<p>That is an aside. What I want to say is, that while -the duello has always been barbarous, and has now -become ridiculous as well, nevertheless it had some -good features, one of which I think you might use -effectively in Owen Kilgariff’s case. As I understand -the matter, it was the custom under the code duello, -sometimes to call a “court of honour” to decide in a -doubtful case precisely what honour required a man -to do, and, as I understand, the decision of such a -court was final, so far as the man whose duty was involved -was concerned. It was deemed the grossest -of offences to call in question the conduct of a man<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span> -who acted in accordance with the finding of a court -of honour.</p> - -<p>Now why cannot you call a court of honour to sit -upon this case? Without revealing Kilgariff’s identity—which -of course you could not do except by -his permission—you could lay before the court a succinct -but complete statement of the case, and ask it -to decide whether or not the man concerned can, -with honour, accept a commission in the service without -making the facts public. I am sure the verdict -will be in the affirmative, and armed with such a decision -you can overcome the poor fellow’s scruples and -work a cure that is well worth working.</p> - -<p>Try my plan if it commends itself to your judgment, -not otherwise.</p> - -<p>Little by little, I am finding out a good deal about -our Evelyn Byrd. Better still, I am learning to know -her, and she interests me mightily. She has a white -soul and a mind that it is going to be a delight to -educate. She has already read a good deal in a -strangely desultory and unguided fashion, but her -learning is utterly unbalanced.</p> - -<p>For example, she has read the whole, apparently, -of the <i>Penny Cyclopædia</i>—in a very old edition—and -she has accepted it all as unquestionable truth. -Nobody had ever told the poor child that the science -of thirty years ago has been revised and enlarged since -that time, until I made the point clear to her singularly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span> -quick and receptive mind in the laboratory yesterday. -She seems also to have read, and well-nigh -committed to memory, the old plays published fifty -or sixty years ago under the title of <i>The British -Drama</i>, but she has hardly so much as heard of our -great modern writers. She can repeat whole dialogues -from <i>Jane Shore</i>, <i>She Stoops to Conquer</i>, <i>A -New Way to Pay Old Debts</i>, <i>High Life Below Stairs</i>, -and many plays of a much lower moral character; but -even the foulest of them have manifestly done her no -harm. Her own innocence seems to have performed -the function of the feathers on a duck’s back in a -shower. She is so unconscious of evil, indeed, that I -do not care to explain my reasons to her when I suggest -that she had better not repeat to others some of -the literature that she knows by heart.</p> - -<p>I still haven’t the faintest notion of her history, or -of whence she came. She is docile in an extraordinary -degree, but I think that is due in large measure to -her exaggerated sense of what she calls my goodness -to her. Poor child! It is certain that she never before -knew much of liberty or much of considerate -kindness. She seems scarcely able to realise, or even -to believe, that in anything she is really free to do as -best pleases her, a fact from which I argue that she -has been subject always to the arbitrary will of others. -She is by no means lacking in spirit, and I suspect -that those others who have arbitrarily dominated her<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span> -life have had some not altogether pleasing experiences -with her. She is capable of very vigorous revolt -against oppression, and her sense of justice is alert. -But apparently she has never before been treated with -justice or with any regard whatever to the rights of -her individuality. She has been compelled to submit -to the will of others, but she has undoubtedly made -trouble for those who compelled her. At first with -me she seemed always expecting some correction, -some assertion of authority, and she is only now beginning -to understand my attitude toward her, especially -my insistence upon her right to decide for herself -all things that concern only herself. The other day -in the laboratory, she managed somehow to drop a -beaker and break it. She was about to gather up -the fragments, but, as the beaker had been filled -with a corrosive acid, I bade her let them alone, -saying that I would have them swept up after the -day’s work should be done. She stood staring at -me for a moment, after which she broke into a little -rippling laugh, threw her arms around my neck, and -said:—</p> - -<p>“I forgot. You never scold me, even when I am -careless and break things.”</p> - -<p>I tried hard to make her understand that I had no -right to scold her, besides having no desire to do so. -It seemed a new gospel to her. Finally she said, -more to herself than to me:—<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span> -“It is so different here. There was never anybody -so good to me.”</p> - -<p>Her English is generally excellent, but it includes -many odd expressions, some of them localisms, I -think, though I do not know whence they come. Occasionally, -too, she frames her English sentences after -a French rhetorical model, and the result is sometimes -amusing. And another habit of hers which interests -me is her peculiar use of auxiliary verbs and intensives. -Instead of saying, “I had my dinner,” she -sometimes says, “I did have my dinner,” and to-day -when we had strawberries and cream for snack, she -said, “I do find the strawberries with the cream to be -very good.”</p> - -<p>Yet never once have I detected the smallest suggestion -of “broken English” in her speech, except -that now and then she places the accent on a wrong -syllable, as a foreigner might. Thus, when she first -came, she spoke of something as ex<i>cel</i>lent. I spoke -the word correctly soon afterward, and never since -has she mispronounced it. Indeed, her quickness in -learning and her exceeding conscientiousness promise -to obliterate all that is peculiar in her speech before -you get home again, unless you come quickly.</p> - -<p>The girl doesn’t know what to make of Mammy. -That dearest of despots has conceived a great affection -for this new “precious chile,” and she tyrannises over -her accordingly. She refused to let her get up the other<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span> -morning until after she had taken a cup of coffee in -bed, simply because no fire had been lighted in her -room that morning. And how Mammy did scold -when she learned that Evelyn, thinking a fire unnecessary, -had sent the maid away who had gone to light -it!</p> - -<p>“You’se jes’ anudder sich as Mis’ Dorothy,” she -said. “Jes’ case it’s spring yo’ won’t hab no fire to -dress by even when it’s a-rainin’. An’ so you’se a-tryin’ -to cotch yo death o’ cole, jes’ to spite ole Mammy. -No, yo’ ain’t a-gwine to git up yit. Don’t you dar -try to. You’se jes’ a-gwine to lay still till dem no-’count -niggas in de dinin’-room sen’s you a cup o’ -coffee what Mammy’s done tole ’em to bring jes’ as -soon as it’s ready. An’ de next time you goes fer -to stop de makin’ o’ you dressin’-fire, you’se a-gwine -to heah from Mammy, yo’ is. Jes’ you bear dat in -mind.”</p> - -<p>Evelyn doesn’t quite understand. She says she -thought we controlled our servants, while in fact they -control us. But she heartily likes Mammy’s coddling -tyranny—as what rightly constructed girl could fail -to do? Do you know, Arthur, the worst thing about -this war is that there’ll never be any more old mammies -after it is ended?</p> - -<p>I’m teaching Evelyn chemistry, among other things, -and she learns with a rapidity that is positively astonishing. -She has a perfect passion for precision, which<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span> -will make her invaluable in the laboratory presently. -Her deftness of hand, her accuracy, her conscientious -devotion to whatever she does, are qualities that are -hard to match. She never makes a false motion, even -when doing the most unaccustomed things; and whatever -she does, she does conscientiously, as if its doing -were the sum of human duty. I am positively fascinated -with her. If I were a man, I should fall in love -with her in a fashion that would stop not at fire or -flood. I ought to add that the girl is a marvel of -frankness—as much as any child might be—and that -her truthfulness is of the absolute, matter-of-course -kind which knows no other way. But these things you -will have inferred from what I have written before, -if I have succeeded even in a small way in describing -Evelyn’s character. I heartily wish I knew her -history; not because of feminine curiosity, but because -such knowledge might aid me in my effort to -guide and educate her aright. However, no such aid -is really necessary. With one so perfectly truthful, -and so childishly frank, I shall need only to study herself -in order to know what to do in her education.</p></div> - -<p class="p1">There was a postscript to this letter, of -course. In it Dorothy wrote:—</p> - -<p class="pbq p1">Since this letter was written, Evelyn has revealed a -totally unsuspected accomplishment. She has been -conversing with me in French, and <i>such</i> French! I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span> -never heard anything like it, and neither did you. It -is positively barbaric in its utter disregard of grammar, -and it includes many word forms that are half Indian, -I suspect. It interests me mightily, as an apt illustration -of the way in which new languages are formed, -little by little, out of old ones.</p> - -<p class="p1">There was much else in Dorothy’s letter; for -she and her husband were accustomed to converse -as fully and as freely on paper as they did -orally when together. These two were not only -one flesh, but one in mind, in spirit, and in all -that meant life to them. Theirs was a perfect -marriage, an ideal union—a thing very rare in -this ill-assorted world of ours.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="ch">VI</h2> - -<p class="pch">“WHEN GREEK MEETS GREEK”</p> - -<p class="drop-cap16">AT midnight on the 3d of May, 1864, -a message came to General Lee’s headquarters. -It told him only of an event -which he had expected to occur about this time. -Grant was crossing the river into the Wilderness, -his army moving in two columns by way -of the two lower fords.</p> - -<p>General Lee’s plans were already formed in -anticipation of this or any other movement of -the Army of the Potomac. He needed to learn -only which line of march of the several that -were open to him General Grant would adopt. -Now he knew, and instantly his orders were -given to carry out plans previously and completely -wrought out in his mind. Grant’s -movement by the lower fords indicated clearly -what his plan of campaign was to be. He had -under his orders a veteran army of one hundred<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span> -and thirty thousand men, of whom rather more -than one hundred thousand were ready for -actual battle. Lee had a total of a little less -than sixty thousand men—forty-five thousand -of whom, perhaps, he could put upon the firing-line, -with which to oppose the Federal advance.</p> - -<p>Grant’s plan was to push forward rapidly -through the Wilderness before Lee could strike -a blow, turn his adversary’s right, and plant his -greatly superior army near Gordonsville, in -Lee’s rear, and between him and Richmond. -If he could have accomplished that purpose, -the surrender or destruction of the Army of -Northern Virginia would have been a matter -only of a few days, or perhaps a few hours. -For if cut off in this fashion from all its sources -of supply, and with no other army anywhere to -come to its relief, the already half-starving Virginia -force would have had no resource except -to hurl itself upon Grant’s double numbers and -shatter itself to fragments in a vain effort to -break through impregnable lines. It would -have had no possible route of retreat open to it, -no conceivable road of escape, no second line -of defence to fall back upon.</p> - -<p>But General Grant was dealing with the greatest<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span> -master of strategy of modern times. Grant’s -plan of campaign was flawless, but Robert E. -Lee stood in the way.</p> - -<p>Lee instantly moved forward to interfere with -his adversary’s march toward Gordonsville, by -assailing him in flank. At the same time he -threatened his advance corps on their front, in -such fashion as to compel Grant to recall them -and accept battle amid the tangled underbrush -of the Wilderness.</p> - -<p>This Wilderness is, perhaps, the very wildest -tract of land that lies anywhere east of the Mississippi. -It skirts the southern bank of the -Rapidan for fifteen miles, extending inland -from that stream for about ten miles. Originally -it was densely timbered, but in colonial -days, and a little later, the timber was cut away -to supply fuel for the iron-furnaces that once -abounded there, but that were afterward abandoned. -As the region does not at all tempt to -agriculture, the abandonment of the iron mines -left it a veritable wilderness. Its surface became -covered with densely growing scrub trees, -interlaced with a tangle of vines and imbedded, -as it were, in an undergrowth of a density inconceivable -to men who have not acquainted<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span> -themselves with the lavish luxuriance of Southern -vegetation.</p> - -<p>It was in this Wilderness that Lee’s columns -struck Grant’s in flank, and for two days a battle -raged there, of which, for difficulty of conditions, -there is scarcely a parallel in the history -of warfare.</p> - -<p>The men could not see each other at a distance -of more than a few rods. Regiments, -struggling through the tangled vines and underbrush, -came unexpectedly upon regiments of the -enemy and fought desperately for the possession -of the ground, neither knowing how much -or how little the holding, the conquest, or the -loss of the position involved might signify in a -military way.</p> - -<p>Orderly fighting was utterly out of the question. -Not only was it impossible for corps commanders -to handle their troops with co-operative -intent; even brigades were so broken up, and -their several parts so hopelessly separated and -lost to each other in the thickets, that their -commanders knew neither when nor where nor -how to set one regiment to reinforce another at -a critical juncture.</p> - -<p>It was a veritable Donnybrook Fair on a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span> -large scale, where the only strategy consisted -in pushing forward, and the only tactics in -striking with all possible might at the enemy, -wherever he was found.</p> - -<p>The fighting was desperate on both sides. It -was such fighting as only the most hardened -veterans could have been expected to do under -circumstances so unfavourable, such fighting as -would have been simply impossible at any -earlier stage of the war. To valour these two -armies had added discipline and long use in war. -Their determination was that of veterans, their -courage that of matchless heroes, their endurance -that of insensate machines. Here for the -first time the two greatest armies of modern history -had met in their perfection of discipline, of -experience in war, and of that high courage -which makes no distinction between the facing -of death and the confronting of a summer -shower. To these war-seasoned men on either -side the hum of bullets meant no more than the -buzzing of mosquitoes; battle, no more than a -breeze.</p> - -<p>But bullets were by no means the only source -of trouble and danger. Several times during -the long struggle, the woods caught fire, literally<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span> -suffocating men by hundreds who had -passed safely through hail-storms of bullets and -successfully met and repelled charges with the -bayonet. Earthworks hastily thrown up with -pine-log revetments for their support, after enabling -the men behind them to resist and repel -successive assaults of desperate adversaries, became -themselves an irresistible foe, by the firing -of their log fronts and the consequent emanation -of a smoke too stifling for human lungs -to breathe and yet retain capacity for further -breathing. The artillery played a comparatively -small and very difficult part in all this. -Manœuvring with guns in that underbrush -was well-nigh impossible, and there were no -vantage grounds anywhere from which a gun -could deliver its fire at more than pistol-shot -range. So delivering it, either the cannon fire -quickly drove the enemy away, or the fire of the -enemy drove the gun away; and in neither case, -after that, could the artillery-men see any enemy -to shoot at.</p> - -<p>Nevertheless, Marshall Pollard’s battery managed -to expend the greater part of its ammunition -during those days, and that with effect. -Kilgariff was largely instrumental in this. Early<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span> -in the contest Pollard had clearly seen the -difficulty—nay, the impossibility—of handling -a battery of six guns as a unit in such conditions. -He was subject to orders, of course, but -in the execution of his orders he had a certain -necessary discretion, and he exercised it. He -had only two lieutenants present for duty. -Each of these, of course, had immediate command -of a section of two guns. The third -section fell to Sergeant-major Kilgariff, as next -in command. So to him Marshall Pollard -said:—</p> - -<p>“I cannot have you personally with me in -this fight. You have a lieutenant’s duty to do, -and I trust you to do it well. I shall try to -keep the battery together, and under my own -command so far as I can; but I foresee that it -is going to be impossible to do that completely. -I must leave each section commander to his -own discretion, in a very large degree. Frankly, -I have much greater confidence in your ability -to fight your guns for all they are worth than -I have in that of either of the lieutenants. -They are good men and true, but they have had -no experience in independent command. You—well, -anyhow, you know more than they do<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span> -So I am glad that you have the left section. -That, of course, must be the first to be detached. -The others I shall try to keep under my own -direction.”</p> - -<p>Beyond a mere “Thank you, Captain,” Kilgariff -made no response. Half an hour later -his section was detached and sent to a point of -special difficulty and danger. He plunged into -action with an impetuosity which surprised General -Ewell, who was in personal command at -that point, and whose uniform habit it was to -place himself at the post of danger. But a -moment later, observing the discretion with -which Kilgariff selected a position of vantage -and planted his guns, with equal reference to -their effectiveness and their safety from capture -by a dash of the enemy, General Ewell turned -to his staff, and said:—</p> - -<p>“That young man evidently knows his business. -Who is he?”</p> - -<p>Nobody knew.</p> - -<p>“Then find out,” said Ewell.</p> - -<p>Meanwhile, Kilgariff was using canister in -double charges, the range being not greater -than two hundred yards. Under this withering -fire the enemy gave way at that point, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span> -Ewell’s whole line advanced quickly. Again -Kilgariff selected his gun position with discretion, -and opened a murderous fire upon the -enemy’s key position. But this time he did -not use canister. Still, his fire seemed to have -all the effect of canister, and his target was for -a brief while less than fifty yards distant from -the muzzles of his guns.</p> - -<p>Presently Ewell himself rode up to the guns, -and asked, in his peculiarly querulous voice:—</p> - -<p>“What ammunition are you using, Sergeant-major?”</p> - -<p>“Shrapnel, doubled and fuse downward,” answered -Kilgariff. “It’s hard on the guns, I -know, but I’ve run out of canister, and must -use what I can, till a new supply comes. I’ve -sent for it.”</p> - -<p>It should be explained that shrapnel consists -of a thin, hollow shell of iron, filled with leaden -bullets. In the centre of each shell is a small -charge of powder, intended only to open the -shell twenty-five yards or so in front of an enemy’s -line, and let the leaden bullets with their -initial impetus hurl themselves like hailstones -into the faces of the troops. But Kilgariff was -turning his shrapnel shells reverse way, with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span> -their fuses toward the powder charge, so that -the fuses should be melted at the moment of -firing, and the shells explode within the gun, -thus making them serve the purpose of canister, -which consists of tin cans filled with iron -balls.</p> - -<p>“Where did you learn that trick?” queried -Ewell.</p> - -<p>“Oh, I suppose every artillery-man knows it,” -answered the sergeant-major, evasively. “But -here comes a fresh supply of canister, so I may -spare the guns.”</p> - -<p>At that moment a rifled gun of the enemy, -posted upon a hill eight or nine hundred yards -away, opened upon Kilgariff, through a gap in -the forest, threatening, by the precision of its -fire, either to dismount his guns or to compel his -retirement from the position he had chosen. Instantly -he ordered one of his Napoleons to reply. -It did so, but without effect. After it had fired -three shots to no purpose, Kilgariff went to the -gun, bade the gunner stand aside, and himself -aimed the piece, with as much of calm in his -demeanour as if he had not been under a double -fire.</p> - -<div class="figcenter"> - <img src="images/ill-088.jpg" width="400" height="484" id="i89" - alt="" - title="" /> - <div class="caption2"><p class="dci2"><i>“WHO ARE<br />YOU?”</i></p> -</div></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span></p> - -<p>The gun was discharged, while Ewell watched -the effect through a field-glass. The shell -seemed to strike immediately under the muzzle -of the enemy’s gun, and to explode at the very -moment of striking. When the smoke of its explosion -cleared away, Ewell saw through his -glass that the enemy’s gun had been dismounted, -its carriage destroyed, and the men serving it -swept out of existence. Dismounting, he walked -up to Kilgariff, and asked simply:—</p> - -<p>“Who are you?”</p> - -<p>“Owen Kilgariff, sergeant-major of Captain -Marshall Pollard’s Virginia battery.”</p> - -<p>“Thank you,” said Ewell, remounting as he -issued orders for another charge along his entire -line.</p> - -<p>On both days, night ended the conflict, for -the time at least, and the first duty of officers -great and small, after darkness set in each evening, -was to get their commands together as best -they could and reorganise them for the next -day’s work.</p> - -<p>On the Confederate side, it was confidently -expected, after the two days’ fighting, that the -next day’s work would consist in vigorously -pressing the rear of Grant’s columns on their -retreat across the river. For every soldier in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span> -the Army of Northern Virginia regarded such -retreat as inevitable, and the only difference of -opinion among them was as to what General -Lee would do next. The general expectation -was that he would almost instantly move by his -left flank for another invasion of Maryland and -Pennsylvania, another threatening of Washington -City.</p> - -<p>And there was good ground of precedent for -these Confederate expectations. Lee had undoubtedly -inflicted a severer punishment upon -Grant than he had before done upon McClellan, -Pope, Burnside, or Hooker, and moreover he had -completely baffled Grant’s plan of campaign, -thwarting his attempt to turn the Confederate -right and plant his army in the Confederate -rear near Gordonsville. Four times the Army -of Northern Virginia had seen its adversary -retreat and assume the defensive after less disastrous -defeats than that which the Southerners -were confident they had inflicted upon Grant in -these two days’ desperate work. Why should -they not expect Grant, therefore, to retreat across -the river, as all his predecessors had done under -like circumstances? And why should not Lee -again assume the right to decide where and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span> -when and how the struggle should be renewed, -as he had done three times before?</p> - -<p>The fallacy in all this lay in its failure to -recognise Grant’s quality, in its assumption that -he was another McClellan, another Pope, another -Burnside, another Hooker.</p> - -<p>Between him and his predecessors there was -this fundamental difference: they set out to force -their way to Richmond by strategy and fighting, -and when they found themselves outmanœuvred -and badly damaged in battle, they gave up their -aggressive attempts and contented themselves -with operations for the defence of the Federal -capital; Grant had set out to conquer or destroy -Lee’s army by the use of a vastly superior force -whose losses could be instantly made good by -reinforcements, while Lee had nowhere any -source from which to draw fresh troops, and -when Grant found his first attempt baffled and -his columns badly damaged in fight, he obstinately -remained where he was, sent for reinforcements, -and made his preparations to “fight -it out on this line if it takes all summer.”</p> - -<p>Thus, in Grant’s character and temperament -the Confederates had a totally new condition to -meet. And there was another supremely important<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span> -fact governing this campaign. Grant -was the first commander of the Army of the -Potomac who also and at the same time controlled -all the other Federal armies in the field. -These he directed with sole reference to his -one supreme strategic purpose—the purpose, -namely, of destroying the Army of Northern -Virginia and making an end of the tremendous -resisting power of Robert E. Lee. In that -resisting power he, first of all men, saw clearly -that the vitality of the Confederate cause had -its being.</p> - -<p>In order that he might destroy that, he had -not only concentrated a mightily superior force -against it, and arranged to keep the strength of -his own army up to its maximum by heavy reinforcement -after every battle loss, but he had -also ordered all the Federal armies in other parts -of the country to carry on such operations as -should continually occupy every Confederate -force and forbid Lee to reinforce the Virginia -army from any quarter as its numbers should -decline by reason of battle losses.</p> - -<p>Grant directed Sherman to begin the Atlanta -campaign simultaneously with the beginning of -the year’s work on the Rapidan. He ordered<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span> -Thomas to hold East Tennessee, and to operate -in such fashion as to occupy all the Confederate -forces there. He ordered the Federal armies -west of the Mississippi to abandon their wasteful -operations in that quarter, concentrate in -New Orleans, and move at once upon Mobile, in -order to prevent Lee from drawing troops from -the Far South.</p> - -<p>He filled the valley of Virginia with forces -sufficient to compel Lee to keep a strong army -corps there, instead of calling it to his assistance -in Northern Virginia. He sent Butler to the -James River region below Richmond, by way of -compelling Lee to keep strong detachments at -Richmond and Petersburg, which otherwise he -might have called to his assistance in the crucial -struggle with the Army of the Potomac.</p> - -<p>As one looks back at all this, and clearly discerns -Grant’s purpose and the means he used -for its accomplishment, it is easy to see that -both Lee and the Confederate cause were -doomed in the very hour of Grant’s passage -across the Rapidan. The only chance of any -other issue lay in the remote possibility that -the sixty thousand men of the Army of Northern -Virginia should inflict a decisive and destructive<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span> -defeat upon the one hundred and thirty -thousand men of the Army of the Potomac at -the outset of the campaign, and in that way -bring hopeless discouragement at the North to -their aid.</p> - -<p>This they did not succeed in doing at the -Wilderness, and when, after two days’ battling -there, Grant moved by his left flank to Spottsylvania -Court House to join battle again, there -was scarcely a veteran in the Virginia army -who did not fully understand that the beginning -of the end had come. Yet not one of them -flinched from the further fighting because of -its manifest hopelessness. Not one of them lost -the courage of despair in losing hope. Perhaps -there was no part of the titanic struggle which -so honourably distinguished those men of the -South as did that campaign in which they doggedly -fought on after they had come to understand -that their fighting was futile.</p> - -<p>It is natural enough that men should be brave -when the lure of hope and the confident expectation -of victory beckon them to the battle -front, but only men of most heroic mould may -be expected to fight with still greater desperation -after all doors of hope are closed to them.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span></p> - -<p>From that hour when Grant moved from the -Wilderness to Spottsylvania till the end came, -nearly a year later, these men of the South did, -and dared, and endured for love of honour -alone, with no hope to inspire them, no remotest -chance of ultimate success as the reward -of their valour. Theirs was a pure heroism, -untouched, untainted, unalloyed.</p> - -<p>After two days of such fighting as bulldogs -do, the struggle in the Wilderness ended with -no decisive advantage on either side. Grant -had secured possession of roads leading out of -the Wilderness. On the other hand Lee had -succeeded in completely baffling his adversary’s -strategic purpose, and was still in full possession -of that region in his own rear which Grant -had hoped to seize upon with decisive effect. -Grant’s losses in killed, wounded, and prisoners -greatly exceeded Lee’s; but as an offset, he -could afford to lose more heavily than the Confederates, -not only because his force outnumbered -Lee’s by more than two to one, but also -because he could repair all his losses by reinforcement, -while Lee had no such resource.</p> - -<p>Baffled, but not beaten, Grant decided, on the -evening of the 7th of May, to move to the left,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span> -passing out of the Wilderness and taking up -a new position—strong both for attack and -defence—on a line of hills near Spottsylvania -Court House. It was his hope to possess himself -of this position before Lee should discover -his purpose, and to that end he began his march -after nightfall, pushing strong columns forward -by all available roads, while still ostentatiously -holding his positions in the Confederate front, -as if to renew the battle in the Wilderness the -next morning.</p> - -<p>But his wily adversary anticipated the movement, -and discovered it almost as soon as it was -begun. Lee sent his cavalry and a considerable -force of infantry to fell trees across the roads -and otherwise obstruct the march of Grant’s -column. Meanwhile, with his main body, he -moved in haste to Spottsylvania Court House. -The head of his column reached that point in -advance of Grant, and promptly seized upon -the coveted line of hills which the men, accustomed -to such work, proceeded hastily to fortify, -fighting, meanwhile, with such of the -Federal commands as had come up to dispute -their possession of the strategic position.</p> - -<p>It was during this preliminary struggle that a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span> -certain little hill in front of the main ridge fell -into hot dispute. Its possession by the Federals -would greatly weaken the Confederate line, and -it was deemed essential by the Confederate commanders -present to secure it at all hazards, -while the Federals, seeing the importance of -the little hill, concentrated the fire of twenty -guns upon it, sweeping its top as with a broom, -whenever a Confederate force, large or small, -showed itself there.</p> - -<p>Three times Confederate infantry were advanced -to the crest, and three times they were -driven back by a storm of cannon shot before -they could throw up a dozen shovelfuls of earth.</p> - -<p>Kilgariff, again detached with his two guns, -sat upon his horse, looking on at all this and -wondering what the result would be. Presently -a brigade of North Carolinians moved up into -line just in front of him, at the moment when -the third of the charging bodies was hurled back, -baffled, beaten, and broken into fragments.</p> - -<p>Just then the chief of artillery of the corps -with which Kilgariff was temporarily serving -rode up and said to him:—</p> - -<p>“Do you want your opportunity for distinction -and a commission?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span></p> - -<p>“I want all the opportunity I can get to render -service,” was Kilgariff’s answer.</p> - -<p>“Then take your guns to the crest of that -hill and <i>stay there</i>!” fairly shouted the officer.</p> - -<p>Kilgariff fully realised the desperate character -of the attempt, and the practical certainty -that his guns, his men, and his horses would be -quickly swept off the face of the earth when he -should appear upon that shell-furrowed hilltop. -But he had no thought of faltering. On the -contrary, just as he gave the order, “Forward,” -a whimsical thought occurred to him. “The -general need not have been at the trouble to -order us to ‘stay there.’ We’ll stay there, -whether we wish to or not. The enemy will -take care of that.” Then came the more serious -thought that unless he could bring his guns -into battery almost instantly upon reaching the -hilltop, the slaughter of his horses might prevent -the proper placing of the pieces. So, at -a full run, he carried the guns up the slope, -shouting the orders, “Fire to the front! In -battery!” at the moment of coming within -sight of the Federal guns, less than half a thousand -yards away, and already partially protected -by a hastily constructed earthwork.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span></p> - -<p>Fortunately, the men of Captain Pollard’s -battery were perfect in drill to their very finger -tips, and their alert precision brought the -guns into position within a second or two, and -the twelve-pounders were bellowing before the -horses began falling just in the rear.</p> - -<p>Kilgariff ordered the horses and caissons to -be retired a little way down the hill, for the -sake of such protection as the ground afforded, -but scarcely one of the animals lived to enjoy -such protection even briefly.</p> - -<p>Meantime, Kilgariff, dismounted now (for -his horse had been the first to fall), stood there -working his two utterly unsupported guns under -the fiercely destructive fire of a score of pieces -on the enemy’s side. His men fell one after -another, like autumn leaves in a gale. Within -half a minute he had called all the drivers to -the guns to take the places of their dead or -dying comrades, and still each gun was being -operated by a detachment too scant in numbers -for effectiveness of fire.</p> - -<p>It was obviously impossible that any of them -could long survive under a fire so concentrated -and so terrific. Kilgariff reckoned upon three -minutes as the utmost time that any man there<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span> -could live; and when one of his guns was -dismounted at its fifth discharge, and two of his -limber-chests exploded almost at the same -moment, he hastily counted the cannoniers left -to him and found their number to be just seven, -all told.</p> - -<p>But he had not been ordered to undertake -this desperate enterprise without a purpose. -Reckoning upon the almost superstitious reverence -that the infantry cherish for cannon, the -generals in command had sent Kilgariff’s guns -into this caldron of fire as a means of luring the -infantry to a desperate attempt to take and hold -the little hill. Before Kilgariff had traversed -half the distance toward the crest, the commander -of that North Carolina brigade had -called out a message that was quickly passed -from mouth to mouth down his line. The message -was:—</p> - -<p>“We must save those guns and hold that hill. -They call us tar heels. Let us show <i>how tar -sticks</i>.”</p> - -<p>Instantly, and with a yell that might have -come from the throats of so many demons, the -brigade of about two thousand men bent their -heads forward, rushed up the hill, and swarmed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span> -around Kilgariff’s guns. Their deployment into -line quickly diverted the enemy’s attention to -a larger front. Other guns were hurriedly -brought up to the hill, and half an hour later -a substantial line of earthworks covered its -crest.</p> - -<p>The three minutes that Kilgariff had allowed -for the complete destruction of his little command -were scarcely gone when this relief came. -He was ordered to withdraw his remaining gun -by hand down the hill—by hand, for the reason -that not a horse remained of the thirty odd that -had so lately galloped up the steep.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="ch">VII</h2> - -<p class="pch">WITH EVELYN AT WYANOKE</p> - -<p class="drop-cap16">AS if bearing a charmed life, Kilgariff -had gone through all this without a -scratch. He had galloped up that hill -in the face of a heavy infantry fire; he had -planted his section under the murderous cannonading -of twenty well-served guns firing at -point-blank range; he had fought his pieces -under a bombardment so fierce that within the -brief space of three minutes his command was -well-nigh destroyed. Yet not a scratch of bullet -or shell-fragment had so much as rent his -uniform.</p> - -<p>By one of those grim jests of which war is -full, he fell after all this was over, his neck -pierced and torn by a stray bullet that had -missed its intended billet in front and sped on -in search of some human target in the rear.</p> - -<p>He was carried immediately to one of the -field-hospitals which Doctor Arthur Brent was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span> -hurriedly establishing just in rear of the newly -formed line of defence. There he fell into Doctor -Brent’s own friendly hands; for that officer, -the moment he saw who the patient was, left -his work of supervision and himself knelt over -the senseless form of the sergeant-major to discover -the extent of his injury and to repair it -if possible. He found it to be severe, but not -necessarily fatal. He proceeded to stop the -dangerous hemorrhage, cleansed and dressed -the wound, and within half an hour Kilgariff -regained consciousness.</p> - -<p>A few hours later, finding that the temporary -hospital was exposed to both artillery and musketry -fire, Doctor Brent ordered the removal of -the wounded men to a point a mile or so in the -rear; and finding Kilgariff, thanks to his elastic -constitution, able to endure a little longer journey, -he took him to his own quarters, still -farther to the rear.</p> - -<p>Here Captain Pollard managed to visit his -sergeant-major during the night.</p> - -<p>“General Anderson, who is in command of -Longstreet’s corps, now that Longstreet is -wounded,” he said, during the interview, “has -asked for your report of your action on the hill.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span> -If you are strong enough to answer a question -or two, I’ll make the report in your stead.”</p> - -<p>“I think I can write it myself,” answered -Kilgariff; “and I had rather do that.”</p> - -<p>Paper and a pencil were brought, and, with -much difficulty, the wounded man wrote:—</p> - -<div class="pbq"> - -<p class="p1">Under orders this day, I took the left section of -Captain Pollard’s Virginia Battery to the crest of a -hill in front.</p> - -<p>After three minutes of firing, infantry having come -up, I was ordered to retire, and did so. My losses -were eighteen men killed and fifteen wounded, of a -total force of thirty-eight men. One of my gun carriages -was destroyed by an enemy’s shell, and two -limber-chests were blown up. All of the horses having -fallen, I brought off the remaining gun and the -two caissons by hand, in obedience to orders. I was -fortunately able also to bring off all the wounded. -Every man under my command behaved to my satisfaction.</p> - -<p class="pr4">All of which is respectfully submitted.</p> -<p class="pr3"><span class="smcap">Owen Kilgariff</span>,</p> -<p class="pr2"><i>Sergeant-major</i>.</p></div> - -<p class="p1">“Is that all you wish to say?” asked Pollard, -when he had read the report.</p> - -<p>“Quite all.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span></p> - -<p>“You make no mention of your own wound.”</p> - -<p>“That was received later. It has no proper -place in this report.”</p> - -<p>“True. That is for me to mention in my report -for the day.”</p> - -<p>But in his indorsement upon the sergeant-major’s -report Pollard wrote:—</p> - -<p class="pbq p1">I cannot too highly commend to the attention of -the military authorities the extraordinary courage, devotion, -and soldierly skill manifested by Sergeant-major -Kilgariff, both in this affair and in the fighting -of the last few days in the Wilderness.</p> - -<p class="p1">In the meantime General Ewell had mentioned -in one of his reports the way in which -Kilgariff had done his work in the Wilderness, -and now General Anderson wrote almost enthusiastically -in commendation of this young -man’s brilliant and daring action, so that when -the several reports reached General Lee’s headquarters, -the great commander was deeply impressed. -Here was a young enlisted man whose -conduct in action had been so conspicuously -gallant and capable as to attract favourable -mention from two corps commanders within -a brief period of three or four days. General<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span> -Lee officially recommended that a captain’s -commission should be issued at once to a man -so deserving of promotion and so fit to command.</p> - -<p>The document did not reach Kilgariff until a -fortnight later, after Arthur Brent had sent him -to Wyanoke for treatment and careful nursing. -Kilgariff took the commission in his enfeebled -hands and carefully read it through, seeming to -find some species of pleasure in perusing the -formal words with which he was already familiar. -Across the sheet was written in red ink:—</p> - -<p class="pbq p1">This commission is issued in accordance with the -request of General R. E. Lee, commanding, in recognition -of gallant and meritorious conduct in battle.</p> - -<p class="p1">That rubric seemed especially to please the -sick man. For a moment it brought light to -his eyes, but in the next instant a look of -trouble, almost of despair, overspread his face.</p> - -<p>“Send it back,” he said to Evelyn, who was -watching by the side of the couch that had been -arranged for him in the broad, breeze-swept hall -at Wyanoke. “Send it back; I do not want it.”</p> - -<p>Ever since Kilgariff’s removal to the house of -the Brents, Evelyn had been his nurse and companion, -tireless in her attention to his comfort<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span> -when he was suffering, and cheerily entertaining -at those times when he was strong enough -to engage in conversation.</p> - -<p>“You know, it was he who took me out of -the burning house,” she said to Dorothy, by way -of explanation, not of apology; for in the innocent -sincerity of her nature, she did not understand -or believe that there can ever be need of -an apology for the doing of any right thing.</p> - -<p>For one thing, she was accustomed to write -the brief and infrequent letters that Kilgariff -wished written. These were mostly in acknowledgment -of letters of inquiry and sympathy -that came to him from friends in the army.</p> - -<p>Usually he dictated the notes to her, and she -wrote them out in a hand that was as legible as -print and not unlike a rude print in appearance. -At first glance her manuscript looked altogether -masculine, by reason of the breadth of stroke -and the size of the letters, but upon closer scrutiny -one discovered in it many little peculiarities -that were distinctly feminine.</p> - -<p>Kilgariff asked her one day:—</p> - -<p>“Who taught you to write, Evelyn?”</p> - -<p>“Nobody. Nobody ever taught me much of -anything till I came to live at Wyanoke.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span></p> - -<p>“How, then, did you learn to read and write, -and especially to spell so well?”</p> - -<p>The girl appeared frightened a bit by these -questions, which seemed to be master keys of -inquiry into the mystery of her early life. Kilgariff, -observing her hesitation, said quickly but -very gently:—</p> - -<p>“There, little girl, don’t answer my ‘sick -man’s’ questions. I didn’t mean to ask them. -They are impertinent.”</p> - -<p>“No,” she said reflectively, “nothing that -comes from you can be impertinent, I reckon,”—for -she was rapidly adopting the dialect of -the cultivated Virginians. “You see, you took -me out of that house afire, and so you have a -right—”</p> - -<p>“I claim no right whatever, Evelyn,” he said, -“and you must quit thinking about that little -incident up there on the Rapidan.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, but I can never quit thinking about -that. You were great and good, and oh, so -strong! and you did the best thing that ever -anybody did for me.”</p> - -<p>“But I would have done the same for a -negro.”</p> - -<p>“But you didn’t do it for a negro. You did<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span> -it for me. So you see I am right about it. Am -I not?”</p> - -<p>“I suppose so. Your logic is a trifle lame, -perhaps, but your heart is right. Never mind -that now.”</p> - -<p>“But I want to tell you all I can,” the girl -resumed. “You see, I can’t tell you much, -because I don’t know much about myself, and -because they made me swear. But I can answer -this question of yours. I don’t know just how -I learned to read. I reckon somebody must have -taught me that when I was so little that I have -forgotten all about it. Anyhow, I don’t remember. -But after I had read a good many books, -there came a time when I couldn’t get any -books, except three that I was carrying with -me. That was when I was a little boy, and—”</p> - -<p>“A little boy? A little girl, you mean.”</p> - -<p>“No, I mean a little boy, but I mustn’t tell -you about that, only I have already told you that -once I was a little boy. It slipped out, and you -must forget it, please, for I didn’t mean to say -it. I wasn’t really a boy, of course, but I had to -wear a boy’s clothes and a boy’s name. Never -mind that. You mustn’t ask me about it. As -I was saying, when I grew tired of reading my<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span> -three books over and over again, I decided to -write some new ones for myself. The only -trouble was that I had never learned to write. -That didn’t bother me much, because I had seen -writing and had read a little of it sometimes; so -I knew that it was just the same as print, only -that the letters were made more carelessly and -some of them just a little differently in shape. -I knew I could do it, after a little practice. I -got some eagle’s quills from—” here the girl -checked herself, and bit her lip. Presently she -continued:—</p> - -<p>“I got some eagle’s quills from a man who -had them, and I made myself some pens. I had -some blank-books that had been partly written -in at the—well, partly written in. But there -wasn’t any ink there, so I made myself some -out of oak bark and nutgalls, ‘setting’ the colour -with copperas, as I had seen the people at the—well, -as I had seen somebody do it in that way. -It made very good ink, and I soon taught myself -how to write. As for the spelling, I tried to -remember how all the words looked in the books -I had read, and when I couldn’t remember, I -would stop writing and look through the three -books I still had till I came upon the word I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span> -wanted. After that, I never had any trouble -about spelling that word.”</p> - -<p>“I should imagine not,” said Kilgariff. “But -did you succeed in writing any books for yourself?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, two of them.”</p> - -<p>“What were they about?”</p> - -<p>“Well, in one of them I wrote all I could -remember about myself; they got hold of that -and threw it into the fire.”</p> - -<p>“Who did that?”</p> - -<p>“Why—well, the people I was with—no, I -mustn’t tell you about them. In another of my -books I wrote all I had learned about birds and -animals and trees and other things. I reckon -I know a good deal about such things, but what -I wrote was only what I had learned for myself -by seeing so much of them. You see, I was -alone a good deal then, except for the wild -creatures, and I got pretty well acquainted with -them. Even here, where they never knew me, -I can call birds or squirrels to me out of the -trees, and they soon get so they will come to -me even without my calling them.”</p> - -<p>“Is that book in existence still?” asked Kilgariff, -with manifest eagerness.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span></p> - -<p>“I reckon so, but maybe not. I really don’t -know. Anyhow, I shall never see it again, of -course, and nobody else would care for it.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, yes, somebody else would. I would give -a thousand dollars in gold for it at this moment.”</p> - -<p>“Why, what for? It was only a childish -thing, and besides I had never studied about -such things.”</p> - -<p>“Listen!” interrupted Kilgariff. “Do you -know where science comes from, and what it is? -Do you realise that absolutely every fact we -know, of the kind we call scientific, was originally -found out just by somebody’s looking and -listening as you did with your animals and birds -and flowers? And the persons who looked and -listened and thought about what they saw, told -other people about them in books, and so all our -science was born? Those other people have put -things together and given learned names to -them, and classified the facts for convenience, -but the ones who did the observing have always -been the discoverers, the most profitable workers -in science. Audubon was reckoned an idle, -worthless fellow by the commonplace people -about him, because he ‘wasted his time’ roaming -about in the woods, making friends of the wild<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span> -creatures and studying their habits. But scientific -men, who are not commonplace or narrow-minded, -were glad to listen when this idle fellow -told them what he had learned in the woods. -In Europe and America the great learned societies -never tired of heaping honours upon him -and the books he wrote; and the pictures he -painted of his woodland friends sold for fabulous -sums, bringing him fame and fortune.”</p> - -<p>“I am glad of that,” answered the girl, simply; -“for I like Audubon. I’ve been reading his -<i>Birds of America</i>, since I came to Wyanoke. -But I am not Audubon, and my poor, childish -writings are not great like his.”</p> - -<p>“They are if they record, as they must, observations -that nobody else had made before. -On the chance of that, I would give a thousand -dollars in gold, as I said before, for that childish -manuscript. Could you not reproduce it?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, no; never. Of course, I remember all -the things I put into it, but I set them down so -childishly—”</p> - -<p>“You set them down truthfully, of course.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, yes—but not in any proper order. I -just wrote in my book each day the new things -I had seen or learned or thought. Mostly I was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span> -interested in finding out what animals think, and -how or in what queer ways plants behave under -certain circumstances. There was nothing in all -that—”</p> - -<p>“There was everything in all that, and it was -worth everything. But of course, as you say, -you cannot reproduce the book—not now at -least. Perhaps some day you may.”</p> - -<p>“But I don’t understand?” queried the girl. -“If I can’t rewrite the book now—and I certainly -can’t—how shall I ever be able to do it -‘some day’? Before ‘some day’ comes I shall -have forgotten many things that I remember -now.”</p> - -<p>“No, you will not forget anything of vital -interest. But now you are self-conscious and -therefore shy and self-distrustful, as you were -not in your childhood when you wrote the book, -and as you will not be when you grow into a -maturer womanhood and learn to be less impressed -by what you now think the superiority -of others. When that time comes, you will -write the book again, adding much to its store -of observed facts, for you are not going to stop -observing any more than you are going to stop -thinking.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span></p> - -<p>Evelyn shook her head.</p> - -<p>“I could never write a book—a real book, -I mean—fit to be printed.”</p> - -<p>“We shall see about that later,” said Kilgariff. -“You are a young woman of unusual -intellectual gifts, and under Mrs. Brent’s influence -you will grow, in ways that you do not now -imagine.”</p> - -<p>Kilgariff was profoundly interested, and he -was rapidly talking himself into a fever. Evelyn -was quick to see this, and she was also anxious -to escape further praise and further talk about -herself. So, with a demure little air of authority, -she said:—</p> - -<p>“You must stop talking now. It is very bad -for you. You must take a few sips of broth and -then a long sleep.”</p> - -<p>All this occurred long after the day when -Kilgariff handed her his captain’s commission -and bade her “send it back,” saying, “I don’t -want it.” At that time she was wholly ignorant -of military formalities. She did not know that -under military usage Kilgariff could not communicate -with the higher authorities except formally -and “through the regular channels”; -that is to say, through a succession of officers,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span> -beginning with his captain. She saw that this -commission was dated at the adjutant-general’s -office in Richmond and signed, “S. Cooper, Adjutant-general.” -Nothing could be simpler, she -thought, than to relieve Kilgariff of all trouble -in the matter by herself sending the document -back, with a polite note to Mr. S. Cooper. So -she wrote the note as follows:—</p> - -<div class="pbq"> -<p class="pn1"><span class="smcap">S. Cooper</span>, Adj’t-general,</p> -<p class="pi4">Richmond.</p> -<p class="pn"><span class="smcap">Dear Sir</span>:—</p> - -<p>Sergeant-major Kilgariff is too weak from his wound -to write his own letters, so I’m writing this note for -him, to send back the enclosed paper. Mr. Kilgariff -doesn’t want it, but he thanks you for your courtesy -in sending it.</p> - -<p class="pr8">Yours truly,</p> -<p class="pr2"><span class="smcap">Evelyn Byrd</span>.</p></div> - -<p class="p1">Precisely what would have happened if this extraordinary -note with its enclosure had reached -the adjutant-general of the army, in response to -his official communication, it is difficult to imagine. -Fortunately, Evelyn was puzzled to know -whether she should write on the envelope, “Mr. -S. Cooper,” or “S. Cooper, Esq.” So she waited -till Kilgariff should be awake and able to instruct -her on that point.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span></p> - -<p>When he saw what she had written, his first -impulse was to cry out in consternation. His -second was to laugh aloud. But he did neither. -Instead, he quietly said:—</p> - -<p>“We must be a little more formal, dear, and -do this business in accordance with military etiquette. -You see, these official people are very -exacting as to formalities.”</p> - -<p>Then he wrote upon the official letter which -had accompanied the commission a respectful -indorsement declining the commission, after -which he directed his secretary-nurse to address -it formally to Captain Marshall Pollard, who, -he explained, would indorse it and forward it -through the regular channels, as required by -military usage.</p> - -<p>“But why not accept the commission?” asked -Evelyn, simply. She did not at all realise—and -Kilgariff had taken pains that she should not -realise—the enormity of her blunder or the ludicrousness -of it. “Isn’t it better to be a captain -than a sergeant-major?”</p> - -<p>“For most men, yes,” answered Kilgariff; -“but not for me.”</p> - -<p>But he did not explain.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="ch">VIII</h2> - -<p class="pch">SOME REVELATIONS OF EVELYN</p> - -<p class="drop-cap04">IN the meanwhile Arthur Brent had acted -upon Dorothy’s suggestion. He had prepared -a careful statement of Kilgariff’s -case, withholding his name of course, and had -submitted it to General Stuart, with the request -that that typical exemplar of all that was best -in chivalry should himself choose such officers -as he deemed best, to constitute the court.</p> - -<p>The verdict was unanimous. Stuart wrote to -Arthur Brent:—</p> - -<p class="pbq p1">Every member of the court is of opinion that -your own assurance of the innocence of the gentleman -concerned is conclusive. They are all of opinion that -he is entirely free and entitled to accept a commission, -and that he is not under the slightest obligation to -reveal to anybody the unfortunate circumstances that -have caused him to hesitate in this matter. It is the -further opinion of the court, and I am asked to express -it with emphasis, that the course of the gentleman -concerned, in refusing to accept a commission<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span> -upon the point of honour that influenced him to that -decision, is in itself a sufficient assurance of his character. -Tell him from me that, without at all knowing -who he is, I urge and, if I may, I command him to -accept the post you offer him, in order that he may -render his best services to the cause that we all love.</p> - -<p class="p1">Arthur Brent hurried this letter to his friend -at Wyanoke; but before it arrived, the writer -of it, the “Chevalier of the Lost Cause,” had -passed from earth. He fell at the Yellow -Tavern, at the head of his troopers in one of -the tremendous onsets which he knew so well -how to lead, before this generous missive—perhaps -the last that he ever wrote—fell under -the eyes of the man, all unknown to him, whom -he thus commanded to accept honour and duty -with it.</p> - -<p>The fact of Stuart’s death peculiarly embarrassed -a man of Kilgariff’s almost boyish sensitiveness.</p> - -<p class="pbq p1">I feel [he wrote to Arthur Brent] as if I were -disobeying Stuart’s commands and disregarding his -dying request, in still refusing to reconsider my decision. -Yet I feel that I must do so in spite of the -decision of your court of honour, in spite of your -friendly insistence, in spite of everything. After all,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span> -Arthur, a man must be judge in his own case, when -his honour is involved. The most that others can do—the -most even that a court of honour can do—is -to excuse, to pardon, to permit. I could never submit -to the humiliation of excuse, of pardon, of permission, -however graciously granted. I sincerely wish -you could understand me, Arthur. In aid of that, let -me state the case. I am a man condemned on an -accusation of crime. I am an escaped prisoner, a -fugitive from justice. I am innocent. I know that, -and you are generous enough to believe it. But the -hideous fact of my conviction remains. It seems to -me that even upon the award of a court of honour, -backed by something like the dying injunction of our -gallant cavalier, Stuart, I cannot honourably consent -to accept a commission and meet men of stainless -reputation upon equal terms, or perhaps even as their -superior and commanding officer, without first revealing -to each and all of them the ugly facts that stand -in the way. Generous they may be; generous they -are. But it is not for me to impose myself upon their -generosity, or to deceive them by a reserve which I -am bound to practise.</p> - -<p class="pbq">I have already sent back a captain’s commission -which I had fairly won by that little fight on the hill -at Spottsylvania. With you I may be frank enough to -say that any sergeant-major doing what I did on that -occasion would have been entitled to his captaincy as<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span> -a matter of right, and not at all as a matter of favour. -I had fairly won that commission, yet I returned it to -the war department, simply because I could not forget -the facts in my case. How much more imperative -it is that I should refuse the higher commission which -you press upon me, and which I have not won by any -conspicuous service! Will you not understand me, -my friend? Will you not try to look at this matter -from my point of view? So long as I am a condemned -criminal, a fugitive from justice, I simply -cannot consent to become a commissioned officer entitled -by my government’s certification to meet on -equal terms men against whom no accusation has -been laid.</p> - -<p class="pbq">Let that matter rest here. I shall remain a sergeant-major -to the end—an enlisted man, a non-commissioned -officer whose captain may send him -back to the gun whenever it pleases him to do so, a -man who must touch his cap to every officer he meets, -a man subject to orders, a man ready for any work of -war that may be given him to do. In view of the -tedious slowness with which I am recovering from this -wound, and the great need I know Captain Pollard -has for an executive sergeant, I wrote to him, two -weeks ago, resigning my place, and asking him to -select some other capable man in my stead. He -replied in his generous fashion, absolutely refusing -to accept my resignation.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span></p> - -<p class="p1">That was Kilgariff’s modest way of putting -the matter. What Pollard had actually written -was this:—</p> - -<p class="pbq p1">By your gallantry and your capacity as a hard-fighting -soldier, you have won for my battery such honour -and distinction as had not come to it from all its previous -good conduct. Do you imagine that I am going -to lose such a sergeant-major as you are, merely because -his honourable wounds temporarily incapacitate -him? I had thought to lose you by your richly earned -promotion to a rank equal to my own, or superior to -it. That promotion you have refused—foolishly, I -think—but at any rate you have refused it. You are -still my sergeant-major, therefore, and will remain that -until you consent to accept a higher place.</p> - -<p class="p1">This was the situation so far as Kilgariff was -concerned, as it revealed itself to Pollard and -Arthur Brent. Dorothy knew another side of -it. For with Dorothy, Kilgariff had quickly -established relations of the utmost confidence -and the truest friendship; and to Dorothy, Kilgariff -revealed every thought, as he had never -done to any other human being.</p> - -<p>Indeed, revelation was not necessary. Dorothy -was a woman of that high type that loves -sincerely and with courage, and Dorothy had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span> -seen the daily and hourly growing fascination -of Kilgariff for Evelyn. She had seen Evelyn’s -devoted ministry to him, and had understood -the unconscious love that lay behind its childlike -reserve. She had understood, as he had -not, that, all unknown to herself, Evelyn had -made of Kilgariff the hero of her adoration, and -that Kilgariff’s soul had been completely enthralled -by a devotion which did not recognise -its own impulse or the fulness of its meaning. -Dorothy knew far more, indeed, of the relations -between these two than either of themselves -had come to know.</p> - -<p>She was in no way unprepared, therefore, -when one day Kilgariff said to her, as they two -sat in converse:—</p> - -<p>“You know, of course, that I am deeply in -love with Evelyn?”</p> - -<p>“Yes,” Dorothy answered; “I must be blind -if I did not see that.”</p> - -<p>“Of course,” responded the man, “I have said -nothing to her on the subject, and I shall say -nothing, to the end. I speak to you of it only -because I want your help in avoiding the danger-point. -Evelyn is not in the least in love with -me.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span></p> - -<p>Dorothy made no response to that.</p> - -<p>“She is grateful to me for having saved her -life, and gratitude is a sentiment utterly at war -with love. Moreover, Evelyn is perfectly frank -and unreserved in her conversations with me. -No woman is ever so with the man she loves, -until after he has made her his wife. So I regard -Evelyn, as for the present, safe. She is -not in love with me, and I shall do nothing to -induce such sentiment on her part.”</p> - -<p>Again Dorothy sat silent.</p> - -<p>“But there is much that I can do for her, -and I want to do it. You must help me. And -above all you must tell me the moment you discover -in her any shadow or trace of that reserve -toward me which might mean or suggest a -dawning of love. I shall be constantly on the -lookout for such signs, but you, with your -woman’s wit and intuitions, may be quicker -than I to see.”</p> - -<p>“Precisely what do you mean, Kilgariff?” -Dorothy asked, in her frank way of going -directly to the marrow of every matter with -which she had occasion to deal. “You say -you are in love with Evelyn. Do you not wish -her to be in love with you?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span></p> - -<p>“No! By every consideration of propriety, -by every sentiment of honour, no!” he answered, -with more of vehemence than he was accustomed -to put into his words.</p> - -<p>“Do you not understand? I can never ask -her to marry me; I am therefore in honour -bound not to win her love. I shall devote myself -most earnestly to the task of repairing such -defects in her education as I discover. But the -moment I see or suspect the least disposition -on her part to think of me otherwise than -with the indifference of mere friendship, I -shall take myself out of her life completely. -I ask you to aid me in watching for such -indications of dawning affection, and in forestalling -them.”</p> - -<p>“You shall have all the assistance you need -to discover and do your real duty,” said Dorothy. -But that most womanly of women did not at all -share Kilgariff’s interpretation either of his own -duty or of Evelyn’s sentiment toward him. She -knew from her own experience that a woman -grows shy and reserved with a man the moment -she understands herself to be in love with him. -But equally she knew that love may long conceal -itself even from the one who cherishes it,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span> -and that reserve, when it comes, comes altogether -too late for purposes of safeguarding.</p> - -<p>But Dorothy did not care. She wanted these -two to love each other, and she saw no reason -why they should not. She recognised their -peculiar fitness for each other’s love, and as for -the rest—wise woman that she was—she trusted -love to overcome all difficulties. In other words, -Dorothy was a woman, and she herself had loved -and mated as God meant that women should. -So she was disposed to let well alone in this -case.</p> - -<p>Kilgariff’s wound was healing satisfactorily -now, and little by little his strength was coming -back to him. So, every day, he sat in the -laboratory with Dorothy and Evelyn, helping in -the work by advice and suggestion, and often in -more direct and active ways. For Arthur Brent -had written to Dorothy:—</p> - -<p class="pbq p1">I must remain with the army yet a while in order -to keep the hospital service in as efficient a state as -adverse circumstances will permit, and the constant -shiftings from one place to another render this difficult. -When Kilgariff grows strong enough, set him at -work in the laboratory. He would never tell you so, -but he is a better chemist than I am, better even than<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span> -you in some respects. Especially he is expert in -shortening processes, and the army’s pressing need of -medicines renders this a peculiarly valuable art just -now. We need everything at every hour, but especially -we need opium and its products, and quinine or -quinine substitutes. Please give your own special attention -to your poppy fields, and get all you can of -opium from them. Send to Richmond all the product -except so much as you can use in the laboratory in -extracting the still more valuable alkaloids.</p> - -<p class="pbq">Another thing: the dogwood-root bark bitters you -are sending prove to be a valuable substitute for -quinine. Please multiply your product if you can. -Enlist the services of your friends everywhere in supplying -you with the raw material. Get them to set -their little negroes at work digging and drying the -roots, so that you may make as much of the bitters as -possible. There are a good many wild cherry trees at -Wyanoke and on other plantations round about. -Won’t you experiment, with Kilgariff’s assistance, and -see if you can’t produce some quinine? Our need of -that is simply terrible. Malaria kills five times as -many men as Federal bullets do, and, apart from that, -hundreds of sick or wounded men could be returned -to duty a month earlier than they now are if we had -quinine enough. Tell Kilgariff I invoke his aid, and -you’ll get it.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span></p> - -<p class="p1">Kilgariff responded enthusiastically to this -appeal. He personally investigated the quinine-producing -capacity of every tree and plant that -grew at Wyanoke or in its neighbourhood.</p> - -<p>“The dog fennel,” he said to Dorothy, “is -most promising. It yields quinine in greater -quantity, in proportion to the time and labour -involved, than anything else we have. Of course, -if ours were a commercial enterprise, it would -not pay to attempt any of these manufactures. -But our problem is simply to produce medicines -for the army at whatever cost. So I have taken -the liberty of ordering all your chaps”—the -term “chaps” in Virginia meant juvenile negroes—“to -gather all the dog fennel they can, -and to dry it on fence-rail platforms. I am having -the men put up some kettles in which to -steep it. The rest we must do in the laboratory. -Our great lack is that of kettles enough.”</p> - -<p>“Must they be of iron?” asked Evelyn, with -earnest interest. “Must they have fires under -them?”</p> - -<p>“N-no,” answered Kilgariff, hesitatingly. “I -suppose washtubs or anything that will hold -water will do. We must use hot water to steep -the plants in, but we might pour hot water into<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span> -vessels in which we couldn’t heat it. Yes, -Evelyn, any sort of vessel that will hold water -will answer our purpose.”</p> - -<p>“Then I’ll provide all the tanks you need, if -Dorothy will give me leave to command the -servant-men. I do know how.”</p> - -<p>The leave was promptly given, and Evelyn -instructed the negroes how to make staves of -large proportions, and how to put them together. -Three days later, with an adequate -supply of these, and with a quantity of binding -hoops which she had herself fashioned out of -hickory saplings to the utter astonishment of -her comrades, the girl manufactured a number -of wooden and water-tight tanks, each capable -of holding many scores of gallons.</p> - -<p>“Where did you learn to do that?” Kilgariff -asked, when the first of the tanks was set up.</p> - -<p>“Among the whale fishermen,” she answered. -“But I mustn’t tell you about that, and you -mustn’t ask. But my tanks will hold oil as -well as water, and I am going to make a little -one for castor oil. You know we have five -acres in castor beans. I reckon you two do -know how to make castor oil out of them.”</p> - -<p>“Come here, Evelyn, and sit down,” said<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span> -Dorothy. “Of course we know how to extract -castor oil from the beans, but we don’t know -where or how you got your peculiar English. -Tell us about it.”</p> - -<p>“I do not understand. Is my English not -like your own?”</p> - -<p>“In some respects, no. When you volunteered -to make these tanks for us, you said, ‘I -do know how,’ and now you say, ‘You do know.’ -We should say, ‘I know,’ and ‘You know.’ -Where did you get your peculiar usage?”</p> - -<p>The girl flushed crimson. Presently she -answered:—</p> - -<p>“It is that I have not been taught. Pardon -me. I am trying to learn. I do listen—no, I -should say—I listen to your speech, and I try -to speak the same. I have read books and -tried to learn from them what the right speech -is. Am I not learning better now? I try, or I -am trying—which is it? And the big book—the -dictionary—I am studying. I never saw a -dictionary until I came to Wyanoke.”</p> - -<p>“Don’t worry,” said Kilgariff, tenderly. “You -speak quite well enough to make us glad to listen.”</p> - -<p>And indeed they were glad to listen. For -now that the girl had become actively busy in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span> -the laboratory, she had lost much of her shy -reserve, and her conversation was full of inspiration -and suggestiveness. It was obvious that -while her instruction had been meagre and exceedingly -irregular, she had done a world of -thinking from such premises as were hers, and -the thinking had been sound.</p> - -<p>Her ways were sweet and winning, chiefly -because of their utter sincerity, and they fascinated -both Dorothy and Kilgariff.</p> - -<p>“Kilgariff must marry her,” Dorothy wrote -to Arthur Brent. “God evidently intended -that, when he made these two; but how it is to -come about, I do not at all know. Kilgariff -has some foolish notions that stand in the way, -but of course love will overcome them. As for -Evelyn—well, she is a woman, and that is -quite enough.”</p> - -<p>Evelyn’s use of the intensives, ‘do’ and -‘did’ and the like, was not at all uniform. -Often she would converse for half an hour without -a lapse into that or any other of her peculiarities -of speech. It was usually excitement -or embarrassment or enthusiasm that brought -on what Dorothy called “an attack of dialect,” -and Kilgariff one day said to Dorothy:—</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span></p> - -<p>“The girl’s speech ‘bewrayeth her,’ as Peter’s -did in the Bible.”</p> - -<p>“How do you mean?”</p> - -<p>“Why, it is easy and perfectly safe to infer -from her speech a good deal of her life-history.”</p> - -<p>“Go on, I am interested.”</p> - -<p>“Well, you observe that she has almost a -phenomenal gift of unconscious imitation. She -has been with you for only a very brief while, -yet in the main her pronunciation, her inflection, -and even her choice of words are those of -a young woman brought up in Virginia. She -says ‘gyarden,’ ‘cyart,’ and the like, and her -<i>a</i>’s are quite as broad as your own when she -talks of the grass or the basket. Now when -she lapses into her own dialect, there is a -distinctively French note in her syntax, from -which I argue that she has lived among French-speaking -people for a time, catching their construction. -But, on the other hand, her English -is so good that I cannot think her life has been -mainly passed among French-speaking people. -Have you tried her in French itself?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, and she speaks the most extraordinary -French I ever heard.”</p> - -<p>“Well, that fits in with the other facts.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span> -This morning she spoke of a hashed meat at -breakfast as ‘pemmican,’ though she quickly corrected -herself; she often uses Indian terms, too, -by inadvertence. Then again, her accomplishments -all smell of the woods. Putting all things -together, I should say that she has spent a good -deal of time among, or at least in frequent contact -with, Canadian Frenchmen and Indians.”</p> - -<p>“I think you are right,” said Dorothy, “and -yet some part of her life has been passed in -company with a well-bred and accomplished -woman.”</p> - -<p>“Your body of facts, please?” said Kilgariff.</p> - -<p>“Her speech, for one thing; for in spite of -its oddities it is mainly the speech of a cultivated -woman. She never uses slang; indeed, -I’m sure she knows no slang. Her constructions, -though often odd, are always grammatical, -and her diction is that of educated people. -Then again, her scrupulous attention to personal -neatness tells me much. More important -still, at least in my woman’s eyes, is the fact -that she perfectly knows how to make a bed -and how to make the most of the little ornaments -and fripperies of a room. She did not -learn these things from squaws or half-breeds.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span> -Moreover, she does needlework of an exquisite -delicacy which I never saw matched anywhere. -That tells of a highly bred woman as an influence -in her life and education.”</p> - -<p>While these three were at dinner that day, -the negro head-man—for even in his enforced -absence Arthur Brent would not commit his authority -over his negroes to the brutal instincts -of any overseer—came to the door and asked -to speak with “Mis’ Dorothy.”</p> - -<p>“Bring me a decanter and a glass, Elsie,” said -Dorothy to the chief serving-maid. She poured -a dram into the glass, and handed it to the girl.</p> - -<p>“Take that out to Uncle Joe,” she said, “and -tell him to come in after he has drunk it.”</p> - -<p>It was a peculiarity of the plantation negro in -Virginia that he never refused a dram from “the -gre’t house,” and yet that he never drank to -excess. Those negroes that served about the -house in one capacity or another were always -supplied with money—the proceeds of “tips”—and -could have bought liquor at will. Yet -none of them ever formed the drink habit.</p> - -<p>When Uncle Joe came into the dining-room, -he had a number of matters concerning which -he desired instruction. When these affairs had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span> -been disposed of, and Dorothy had directed him -to slaughter a shoat on the following morning, -the mistress asked:—</p> - -<p>“How about the young mare, Uncle Joe? -Are you ever going to have her broken?”</p> - -<p>“Well, you see, Missus, Dick’s de only pusson -on de plantation what dars to tackle dat dar -mar’, an’ Dick he’s done gone off to de wah wid -Mahstah. ‘Sides dat, de mar’ she done trowed -Dick hisse’f tree times. Dey simply ain’t no -doin’ nuffin’ wid dat dar mar’, Missus. I reckon -de only ting to do wid her is to sell her to de -artillery, whah dey don’ ax no odds o’ no hoss -whatsomever. She’s five year ole, an’ as strong -as two mules, an’ nobody ain’t never been able -to break her yit.”</p> - -<p>“Poor creature!” said Evelyn. “May I try -what I can do with her, Dorothy?”</p> - -<p>“You, little Missus?” broke in Joe. “<i>You</i> -try to tackle de iron-gray mar’? Why, she’d -mash you like a potato wid her foh-feet, an’ den -turn roun’ an’ kick you to kingdom come wid de -hind par.”</p> - -<p>“May I try, Dorothy?” the girl calmly asked -again, quite ignoring Uncle Joe’s prophecies of -evil.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Hadn’t you better let some of the men or -boys break her first?”</p> - -<p>“No. To me it is plain they have done too -much of that already. Let me have her as she -is. Have her brought up to the house, Uncle -Joe, soon after dinner, with nothing on her but -a halter.”</p> - -<p>“Why, little Mis’, you don’ know—”</p> - -<p>“Do precisely as I tell you,” interrupted the -girl, who could be very imperious when so -minded.</p> - -<p>When the mare was brought, she was striking -viciously at the negro who led her. With ears -laid back close to her head, and with the whites -of her eyes showing menacingly, she was striking -out with her hoofs as if intent upon committing -homicide without further delay.</p> - -<p>“Turn her loose, Ben,” said the girl, who sat -idly in the porch as if she had no task on her -hands. “Then go away from her, and make -all the rest go away, too—” motioning toward -the gang of little negroes who had assembled, -“to see de iron-gray mar’ kill little Missie.”</p> - -<p>When all were gone, Evelyn began nibbling -at a sugar lump. Presently, after the mare had -discovered that she was quite free and that her<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span> -tormentors were gone, Evelyn held out her hand -with the sugar lump in its palm. The animal -was obviously unfamiliar with sugar lumps, but -she had the curiosity which is commonly—perhaps -erroneously—attributed to her sex. So, -as Evelyn sat on the bench and made no motion -indicative of any purpose to seize the halter, the -animal presently became interested in the extended -hand. Little by little, and with occasional -snortings and recessions, she approached -the girl. Finally, finding that the extended -hand was not moved, she nosed the sugar lump, -and then with her long, flexible tongue, swept -it into her mouth.</p> - -<p>Evelyn did not withdraw the hand at once, -but held it extended till the mare had got the -full flavour of the sweet. Meanwhile, she cooed -to the animal soothingly, and, after a little, she -produced a second sugar lump and laid it upon -the extended palm. This time, as the mare -took the dainty, Evelyn, still talking soothingly, -ventured with her other hand to stroke the -beast’s silky nose, caressingly. There was a -shrinking back on the part of the timid creature, -but the lure of the sugar was enticing, and after -once the gentle hand had stroked the mare’s<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span> -face, she seemed rather to welcome than to -resent the caress.</p> - -<p>Thus, little by little, did the girl establish relations -of amity between herself and the spirited -mare. After a while, Evelyn quitted her seat, -went out upon the lawn, and with a sugar-lump -bribe tempted the animal to approach her. -Then she stroked its head and neck and sides, -gradually giving it to understand that she meant -no harm and accustoming it to the pleasant -touch of her hands. Finally she stroked its legs -vigorously, and lifted one foot after another, -examining each.</p> - -<p>By this time the mare seemed to have concluded -that the young woman, who talked ceaselessly -in her cooing, contralto voice, was an -altogether pleasant acquaintance. Wherever -the girl went, around the grounds, the mare -followed, nosing her and seemingly soliciting -her attention.</p> - -<p>At last the girl tolled the mare to a horse -block, and for a time stood upon it, gently -stroking her silky back.</p> - -<p>Then she made a motion as if to sit upon that -shapely back. The mare shied away, perhaps -remembering former attempts of the kind which<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span> -she had resented as indignities. But as Evelyn -did not insist upon her apparent purpose, and as -the mare was by this time very much in sympathy, -if not in love, with the gentle girl, she presently -sidled back into position, and Evelyn -seated herself upon her back, at the same time -caressingly stroking the sides of her neck. She -had neither saddle on which to sit securely, nor -bridle with which to control her mount, but there -was no need of either. The mare was nibbling -grass by this time, and Evelyn permitted her to -do so, letting her wander about the house grounds -at will, in search of the most succulent tufts. -As the supper hour drew near, the girl slipped -from the animal’s back and led the way, the -animal following, to the stables. There, with -her own hands she filled the manger and the hay-rack, -and after an affectionate farewell to her -new friend, returned to the house. But first she -said to Ben, the hostler:—</p> - -<p>“Let nobody feed the mare but me. I will -be at the stables in time in the morning. And -let nobody touch her with a currycomb. I will -myself attend to all.”</p> - -<p>Three or four days later the high-spirited mare -was Evelyn Byrd’s very humble servant indeed.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span> -The girl rode her everywhere, teaching her a -number of pretty tricks, the most astonishing of -which was the art of lifting a gate latch with -her teeth, and letting herself and her rider -through the many barriers that Virginian law -accommodatingly permitted planters to erect -across the public roads.</p> - -<p>“But how did you learn all this?” asked Kilgariff, -full of interest.</p> - -<p>“Oh, I do not know. I reckon I never learned -it at all. You see, the animals fight us only because -they think we mean to fight them. So -long as they are afraid of us, they fight, of -course. When they learn that we are friendly, -they are glad to be friends. Anybody can tame -any animal if he goes to work in the right way. -I once tamed a Canada lynx, and it became so -used to me that I let it sleep on the foot of my -bed. But the lynx has a great deal of sense -and very little affection, while a horse has a -great deal of affection and very little sense. -With the lynx, I appealed to its good sense, -but I did never—I mean, I never trusted its -affection.</p> - -<p>“I have treated this mare like a baby that does -not understand much, but I have won its affection<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span> -completely, and I trust that. The animal -has so little sense that it would scare at a -scrap of paper lying in the road, and go almost -frantic if it saw a man pulling a buggy. But -if I were on its back, it would not run or do -anything that might throw me off. You see, -one must know which is stronger in each animal—sense -or sentiment. With a horse it is -sentiment, so I curry the mare myself, talking -to her all the while in a loving way, and I -never let anybody else go into the stall. Another -thing: a horse loves liberty better than -anything else, so I have taken off the halter -with which the mare used to be tied in her -stall, and, as you know, I turn her loose every -morning when she has finished her fodder, and -she follows me up here to the house grounds -where she is perfectly free to nibble grass. -But she loves me so much that she often quits -the grass and comes up here to the porch just -to get me to rub her nose or stroke her neck. -She is strong, and I am light, so she likes me to -sit upon her back, as you have seen me do for -an hour at a time. She doesn’t quite like a -saddle yet—and neither do I. I would never -use anything more than a blanket, just for the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span> -protection of my clothes, only that Dorothy -thinks that people would wonder, if I should go -visiting or to church riding bareback. Why do -people wonder in that way, Mr. Kilgariff, about -other people’s doings?”</p> - -<p>“Upon my word, I don’t know, unless it is -that we are all like the Pharisee in the parable, -and want to emphasise our own superiority by -criticising others.”</p> - -<p>“But why shouldn’t the others criticise, too? -The ways of the people they criticise are no -more different from their ways, than their ways -are different from those of the people they criticise. -I confess I don’t quite understand.”</p> - -<p>“Neither do I, Evelyn, except that it is the -habit of people to set up their own ways as a -standard and model, and to regard every departure -from them as a barbarism. If it were not -an accepted fact that the Venus of Milo is the -most perfect exemplification we have of feminine -beauty, and that it is the fashion to go into raptures -over that piece of sculpture, I imagine -that nine fashionable women in every ten would -ridicule the way in which her hair is done up, -simply because they do not do up theirs in the -same way.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Yes, I know,” answered the girl, dreamily, -and as if in a reverie. “That was the trouble -in the circus.”</p> - -<p>“In the circus? What do you mean?”</p> - -<p>“Nothing. Don’t ask me.”</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="ch">IX</h2> - -<p class="pch">THE GREAT WAR GAME</p> - -<p class="drop-cap16">ALL this while the war was going on -tremendously and Kilgariff was chafing -at the restraint of a wound which -forbade him to bear his part in it.</p> - -<p>As we have seen, General Grant had crossed -into the Wilderness with a double strategic purpose. -He had hoped to turn Lee’s right flank -and compel the surrender of the Army of Northern -Virginia. Failing in that, he had hoped, -with his enormously superior numbers, to crush -and destroy Lee’s army in battle.</p> - -<p>He had failed in that purpose also. By his -promptitude and vigour in assailing Grant’s -army in flank, Lee had compelled his adversary -to abandon his flanking purpose, and to withdraw -his advance columns over a distance of -more than ten miles in order to reinforce his -sorely beset divisions in the Wilderness and to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span> -save his own army from the destruction he had -hoped to inflict upon his adversary.</p> - -<p>After suffering a far heavier loss than he -inflicted, Grant had summoned reinforcements -and moved by his left flank to Spottsylvania -Court House. By this movement he had again -hoped to turn Lee’s right flank, place himself -between the Confederates and their capital, and -in that way compel the surrender or dispersal -of the Army of Northern Virginia. Again he -had been foiled by Lee’s alertness and by the -marvellous mobility of an army that moved -without a baggage-train, and whose men carried -no blankets, no extra clothing, no overcoats, no -canteens, no tin cups, no cooking-utensils—nothing, -in fact, except their rifles and their -ammunition.</p> - -<p>Those men were on the verge of starvation -all the while. Often they had no rations at -all for two days or more at a time. When rations -were fullest, they consisted of one, two, or -three hard-tack biscuits a day for each man, -and perhaps a diminutive slice of salt pork or -bacon, which was eaten raw.</p> - -<p>But these men, who had formerly fought with -the courage of hope, inspired by splendid victory,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span> -were fighting now with the courage of -utter despair. A great wave of religious fervour -had passed over the army and the South. It -took upon itself the fatalistic forms of Calvinism, -for the most part. The men of the army -came to believe that every event which occurs -in this world was foreordained of God to occur, -decreed “before ever the foundations of the -world were laid.” They had not ceased to trust -the genius and sagacity of Lee, but they had -accepted the rule and guidance of a greater than -Lee—of God Almighty himself. With a faith -that was sublime even in its perversion, these -men committed themselves and their cause to -God, and ceased to reckon upon human probabilities -as factors in the problem.</p> - -<p>There were prayer meetings in every tent and -at every bivouac fire, every day and every night. -At every pause in the fighting, were it only for -a few minutes, the men on the firing-line threw -themselves upon their knees and besought God -to crown their efforts and their arms with victory, -submissively leaving it to Him to determine -the where, the when, the how. And in -this worship of God and this absolute dependence -upon His will the men of that army learned<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span> -to regard themselves personally as mere pawns -upon the chess-board of the divine purpose. -They came to regard their own lives as dust in -the balance, to be blown away by the breath of -God’s will, to be sacrificed, as fuel is, for the -maintenance of a flame.</p> - -<p>Believing firmly and without question that -their cause was in God’s charge, they executed -every order given to them with an indifference -to personal consequences for the like of which -one may search history in vain.</p> - -<p>In his movement from the Wilderness to -Spottsylvania, General Grant again failed to -turn the flank of his wily adversary, and, after -a prolonged endeavour to break and destroy -Lee’s army there, the Federal commander again -moved by his left flank, in the hope of reaching -Hanover Court House in advance of the arrival -there of the Army of Northern Virginia.</p> - -<p>Again he was baffled of his purpose. Again -Lee got there first, and took up a position in -which, by reason of the river’s tortuous course -and the conformation of the ground, Grant could -not assail him without dividing his own army -into three parts, no one of which could be depended -upon to support either of the others.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span></p> - -<p>At one point the Federal general very nearly -succeeded. There was a bridge across the -stream near Hanover Court House. If that -could be seized, the Federal forces might cross -and assail Lee’s left flank with effect. A strong -column of Federals was thrown forward to possess -the bridge, and for a time it looked as if -they would succeed and bring the war to an -end right there.</p> - -<p>But two Confederate batteries—utterly unsupported—were -thrown forward. One was -Captain Pollard’s; the other was a battery from -the battalion of Major Baillie Pegram. Advancing -at a full run, the two batteries planted -their guns at the head of the bridge, just as the -Federal columns were beginning to cross it, and -within five minutes the bridge had ceased to be.</p> - -<p>Has the reader ever seen Shepard’s spirited -painting called “Virginia, 1864”? The sketch -from which that painting was made was drawn -on this hotly contested field, the artist having -three pencils carried away from his grasp by -rifle bullets and half a dozen rents made in his -drawing-paper while he worked.</p> - -<p>Thus, for the third time baffled in his effort -to place his army between Lee and Richmond,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span> -Grant moved again by his left flank to the -neighbourhood of Cold Harbour, where one of -the severest battles of the seven days’ fight -between Lee and McClellan had been waged.</p> - -<p>Again Lee discovered his purpose, and again -he got there first. He seized upon a line of -hills and hastily fortified them. He was now -in front of Richmond and only a few miles in -advance of that city’s defences. He thought -it not imprudent, therefore, to call to his assistance -such troops as were engaged in garrisoning -the works about Richmond; thus for the -first time in all that strenuous campaign having -an opportunity in some small degree to make -good the waste of war, by way of preparing himself -to meet an enemy who had been reinforced -almost daily since the beginning of the campaign, -and whose army at that time outnumbered the -Confederate force by more than three to one.</p> - -<p>At Lee’s back lay the now bridgeless Chickahominy—an -erratic stream which might at any -moment cut him off from all possibility of retreat. -If Grant could defeat him where he lay, -or even seriously cripple him, the pathway of -the Army of the Potomac into Richmond would -be scarcely at all obstructed.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span></p> - -<p>In hope of this result, Grant determined upon -an assault in force. In the gray of the morning -of June 3, he assailed Lee with all of impetuosity -and all of force that an army of -one hundred and fifty thousand men could -bring to bear against an army of less than fifty -thousand.</p> - -<p>The result was disastrous in the extreme -to the Federals. They marched into a very -slaughter pen, where they lost about ten thousand -men within twenty minutes, for the reason -that Lee had previously discovered their purpose -and had prepared himself to receive their -onslaught with all the enginery of slaughter.</p> - -<p>In effect, this disaster to the Federal arms -ended the field campaign of 1864. It had been -four times demonstrated that in strategy Lee -was more than a match for his adversary. It -had been four times demonstrated that in field -fighting the little Army of Northern Virginia -could not be overcome by the force, three times -as great, which Grant had so often and so determinedly -hurled against it.</p> - -<p>There was nothing left to the Federal commander -except to besiege Richmond, either -directly on the north and east, or indirectly by<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span> -way of Petersburg, twenty-two miles south and -commanding the main lines of Confederate military -communication.</p> - -<p>Butler already lay on the south side of the -James River with a strong detachment and -within easy striking distance of Petersburg, a -city defended by an exceedingly inadequate -force under Beauregard. Grant ordered Butler -to seize upon Petersburg quickly, before the -place could be defended. If that plan had been -successful, Richmond must have surrendered or -been evacuated, and the war must have ended -in the early summer of 1864, instead of dragging -its slow length along for nearly a year -more. But Beauregard’s extraordinary alertness -and vigour baffled Butler’s purpose. In -spite of the exceeding meagreness of the Confederate -defending force, before Grant could -push the head of his column into Petersburg, -Lee was there; and within a few hours the -Army of Northern Virginia, equally skilled in -the use of bayonet and spade, had created that -slender line of earthworks behind which Lee’s -thin and constantly diminishing force defended -itself for two thirds of a year to come.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="ch">X</h2> - -<p class="pch">THE LAW OF LOVE</p> - -<p class="drop-cap04">“MRS. BRENT—” Kilgariff so began -a sentence one morning.</p> - -<p>But Dorothy interrupted him, -quickly.</p> - -<p>“Why do you persist in addressing me in -that way?” she asked. “Are we not yet sufficiently -friends for you to call me ‘Dorothy,’ as -all my intimates do? You know, I exacted that -of Evelyn in the first moment that I found myself -fond of her and knew that she loved me.”</p> - -<p>“But there is a difference,” answered Kilgariff. -“You see—”</p> - -<p>“Yes, there is a difference, but it is altogether -on the side of my contention. Evelyn is much -younger than I am; for although, as you know, -I am still only twenty-four, Evelyn has the advantage -of several years of age. She <i>thinks</i> -she is only seventeen, but as nearly as I can -figure out from what she tells me she must be<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span> -approaching nineteen. However that may be, -you, at any rate, are nearly as old as Arthur. -You and he have been intimates all your lives, -and if that intimacy is well-founded, I see no -reason why you should not include me in it, so -far at least, as to call me by my Christian name. -You see, I was ‘Dorothy’ long before I became -‘Mrs. Brent,’ and my given name has many -pleasing associations in my ears. My father -always called me that. So did my mother, after -I came to know her. Arthur did so, too, after I -learned to like him and gave him leave. Of -course, to all outsiders I am ‘Mrs. Brent’—a -name that I am proud and glad to bear, because—well, -because of Arthur. But to the insiders—to -my friends—I have a strong inclination -to be just ‘Dorothy.’ Don’t you think you -have become an insider?”</p> - -<p>Kilgariff hesitated for a time before answering. -Finally he said:—</p> - -<p>“It is very gracious of you—all this. But I -wonder how much Arthur has told you about -me?”</p> - -<p>“He has told me everything he knows,” she -answered, with an added touch of dignity. “We -should not be man and wife if either were<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span> -capable of practising reserve with the other in -such a case as this.”</p> - -<p>“Very well, then,” responded Kilgariff. “I -do not like sailing under false colours; but, as -you know all, why, it will be a special pleasure -to me to be permitted to call you ‘Dorothy.’”</p> - -<p>“Now, what were you going to say when I -interrupted you?” asked Dorothy, the direct.</p> - -<p>“I’m afraid I forget.”</p> - -<p>“No, you don’t, or at least you can remember -in such a case. So think a bit, Owen, and -tell me what you were going to say. It was -something about Evelyn.”</p> - -<p>“Why do you think that?”</p> - -<p>“Why, for several reasons. For one thing, -you caught sight of Evelyn just at that moment, -as she was teaching her mare to kneel down for -her to mount. You heard her voice, too, as -she chided the mare in half playful fashion for -rising too abruptly after the mount. A woman’s -voice means much to a man of sensitive nature. -She talks in just that way to the children—my -babies—and their liking for it is positively -wonderful. Only this morning Mammy and I -were having all sorts of trouble to get them out -of their bath. Bob, the boy, was bent upon<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span> -spending the rest of the day in the tub, and was -disposed to raise a rumpus over every effort to -lift him out, and Mildred, girl-like, took her cue -from her ‘big brother.’ In the midst of the -turmoil Evelyn came in. She assumed a look -of astonishment, which attracted Bob’s attention -and for the moment quieted him. Then -she said:—</p> - -<p>“‘Oh, Bob! I m sorry you’re bad. But -you are. You’re very bad indeed, so I mustn’t -tell you about the ten little Injuns. You’re -getting to be bad just like them.’</p> - -<p>“By that time she had lifted the boy out of -the tub and dried him and slipped a garment -upon him, he not protesting in the least. Then -she stood him up in her lap, and, looking at him -in seeming surprise, she exclaimed:—</p> - -<p>“‘Why, Bob isn’t bad a bit! Evey made a -great big mistake. Evey’s going to tell Bob -about the ten little Injun boys.’ And from -that moment there was no disturbance in the -nursery except the noise of joyous laughter.</p> - -<p>“I said to her:—</p> - -<p>“‘You deal with them just as if they were -wild animals to be tamed.’</p> - -<p>“She answered:—</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span></p> - -<p>“‘So they are, only people often forget it, -cruelly.’”</p> - -<p>“Well, now,” said Kilgariff, “let me have -your other reason, or reasons, for thinking that -what I set out to say had some reference to -Evelyn. I plead guilty to your charge that I -caught sight of Evelyn teaching the mare, and -that I was charmed by the sweetness and sympathetic -jollity of her voice, as she addressed -the animal in her winning way. But you were -going to offer another fact in support of your -assumption. What was it?”</p> - -<p>“Why, simply that you hadn’t spoken for -ten minutes before you addressed me. You -were meditating, and whenever you meditate -nowadays, you are thinking of Evelyn.”</p> - -<p>“Are you sure of that?”</p> - -<p>“Absolutely. You are not always aware of -the fact, but the fact is always there. I like it -to be always there.”</p> - -<p>“Why, Dorothy?”</p> - -<p>“Why, because I want you to be that way -with Evelyn. It will mean happiness in the -future for both of you.”</p> - -<p>“No; it will mean at best a gently mitigated -unhappiness to me—and I shall be glad of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span> -gentle mitigation. To her it will mean nothing -more than a pleasant friendship. I do not -intend that it ever shall mean more than that -to her.”</p> - -<p>“But why not? Why should it not mean -everything to her that womanhood longs for? -Why should you not win Evelyn’s love and -make her your wife? I never knew two people -better fitted to make each other happy, and -fortunately you have possessions in Europe and -at the North which will enable you to take a -wife, no matter how disastrously this war may -end for us of the South. Believe me, Owen, -in creating men and women, God intended marriage -and happiness in marriage for the common -lot of humanity. He does not give it to -all of us to be great, or to achieve great things, -or to render great services, but, if we hearken -to His voice as it whispers within us, He intends -happiness for us, and His way of giving -happiness is in marriage, prompted by love. -We poor mortals interfere with Nature’s plan -in many ways. Especially we sin by ‘match-making’—by -bringing about marriages without -love and for the sake of convenience of one -kind or another. We wed bonds to city lots.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span> -We trade girls for titles, giving a money boot. -We profane the holiest of human relations in -order to join one plantation to another, or to -unite two distinguished houses, or for some -other equally devilish reason.</p> - -<p>“It is the best thing about this war that its -tendency is to obliterate artificialities and restore -men and women to natural conditions—at -least here at the South. Believe me, Owen, -the union of a man and a woman who really -love each other, is the crowning fact of all -existence. You and I are somewhat skilled in -science. We know the truth that Nature is -illimitably attentive not only to the preservation -of the race, but to its improvement also; and -we know that Nature takes no care whatever -of the individual, but ruthlessly sacrifices him -for the sake of the race. Nature is right, and -we are criminally wrong when we thwart her -purposes, as we do when we make marriages -that have no love for their inspiration, or in any -way bar marriage where love prompts it. I am -old-fashioned, I suppose, but old fashions are -sometimes good fashions. They are always so -when they are the outgrowths of natural conditions.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Now put all that aside. I have had my -little say. Let me hear what it was that you -were going to say to me concerning Evelyn. I -recognise your right, as you do not, to criticise -in that quarter.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, I had no thought of criticising,” answered -Kilgariff. “On the contrary, I am disposed -to think you and I have made a valuable -discovery in pedagogics.”</p> - -<p>“What is it?”</p> - -<p>“Why, that the best way to teach science is -backward.”</p> - -<p>“I confess I do not understand.”</p> - -<p>“Well, look at the thing. If Evelyn had -been sent to a scientific school to study chemistry, -her professor would have set her to studying -a book of general principles. Then, after -three or four months of drudgery, she would -have been permitted to perform a few experiments -in the laboratory, by way of illustrating -and verifying what the book had told her, the -greater part of which she had known before -she began. You and I have begun at the -other end. We have set Evelyn to do practical -work in the laboratory. I remember that her -first task was to wash opium, and her next to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span> -manufacture blue mass out of rose petals and -mercury. Incidentally we explained to her the -general principles involved, and in that purely -incidental way she has learned her general -chemistry so thoroughly within a few weeks, -and without opening a book, that she could pass -any examination upon it that any college professor -could put up. She has learned more -in a month than any systematic class work would -have taught her in a year.”</p> - -<p>“I suppose you are right,” answered Dorothy. -“But that is the only way I know. It is -the way in which Arthur taught me.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, I should suppose that Arthur is distinctly -a man of original genius. He <i>knows -how to get things done</i>. He is so immeasurably -the superior of all the professors I ever knew -that I am disposed to name none of them in -comparison with him. If it is ever my lot to -undertake the teaching of science, I shall adopt -precisely that method. And I do not see why -the same principle should not be applied to -other departments of learning. We begin at -the wrong end. The teacher makes the boy -begin where he himself did. I think Arthur’s -methods immeasurably better, and I spoke of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span> -Evelyn’s case only as an illustration of their -superiority. That young woman knows much—very -much—of science without having had -any formal instruction in it at all. She has -learned it in the natural way, and she is deeply -imbued with the scientific spirit. Only yesterday -she said to me, in answer to some question -of mine, that she ‘looked straight at things, and -thought about them.’ I cannot imagine a more -perfect method than that.</p> - -<p>“And what book ever taught her what she -knows about animals and their ways? What -lecturer in all the world could have told her -how to subdue that wild and rebellious mare -as she has done? She learned all that simply -by ‘looking straight at things and thinking -about them.’ The professional horse-tamers—Rarey -and the rest—set to work, with their -mechanical appliances, to convince a horse that -they are mightier than he is. They succeed -in a way. They make the horse afraid of -them, and so long as they deal with him, he -submits, in fear of their superior power. But -let a timid novice undertake to ride horses thus -broken, or to drive them, and disaster comes. -Evelyn’s way is incalculably better and more<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span> -scientific. She has studied animals and learned -to understand them and sympathise with them. -She makes her appeal to what is best in their natures, -not to what is worst, and she gets results -that no horse-tamer of them all could ever hope -for. The horse-tamer’s processes belong to the -domain of artifice. Hers are purely scientific.”</p> - -<p>“Absolutely,” answered Dorothy; “and I -often wonder where she learned it all, or rather -where she got her inspiration, for it is not so -much learning as a natural bent.”</p> - -<p>“Well, she was born with an instinct of -truthfulness for one thing,” said Kilgariff. -“That is the only basis of the scientific temperament. -I observed her yesterday trying to -tempt a fox squirrel out of one of the trees. -She chirped to him in her peculiar fashion, and, -in response to her invitation, he would run down -as far as the root of the tree; but there he would -pause and shrewdly reconnoitre, after which he -would run back up the tree.</p> - -<p>“‘Why don’t you hold out your hand?’ I -asked.</p> - -<p>“She quickly answered:—</p> - -<p>“‘That would be lying to him. Whenever I -hold out my hand to him, I have something in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span> -it for him to eat. If I held it out empty, I -should be saying there was something for him -to eat in it, and that would be a lie. He would -come to me then and find out that I had deceived -him. You do quit believing—pardon -me—you quit believing—anybody that tells -you lies.’</p> - -<p>“I admitted my propensity to distrust untruthful -persons, and she gravely asked:—</p> - -<p>“‘Why then do you wish me to deceive the -poor little squirrel? Do you want him to think -me a person not to be trusted?’</p> - -<p>“I made some lame excuse about his being -only a dumb animal, and she quickly responded:—</p> - -<p>“‘But dumb animals are entitled to truthfulness, -are they not, particularly when we ask -them to confide in us? I should be ashamed of -you, Monsieur’—you know she always calls -me ‘Monsieur’ when she is displeased with me—‘if -I did not understand. The human people -do not know the animals—how trustful they -want to be if only we would let them. We set -traps for them, we deceive them in a hundred -ways, and that is why they distrust us. I did -read a few days ago—you smile, Monsieur;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a></span> -I should say, I read the other day—that -the wild creatures are selfish, that they care -for us only as a source of food supply. That -is not true, as that squirrel shall teach you. It -is true that all the wild creatures are <i>hungry all -the time</i>. There is not food enough for all of -them, and so when we offer them food, they -come to us, even in fear. They have many of -their young to feed, and their supplies are very -scant. That is why they congregate around -houses where there is waste thrown out. But -oh, Monsieur, many hundreds of them do starve -to death in the long winters. You notice that -in the spring there are a dozen robins on the -lawn; in the early summer, when they have -brought forth their broods, there are scores and -hundreds of them. But in the next spring there -are only the dozens again. The rest have perished -of cold and hunger. I have been reading -Mr. Darwin’s book, and I know that this is the -universal law of progress, of advancement by -the struggle for existence, and the survival of -the fittest under the law of heredity. But it is -very cruel. That isn’t what I wanted to say. -I wanted to show you that even the wild creatures—hungry -as they always are—have affection.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span> -I am going to make that squirrel come to me -and sit on my shoulder without giving him any -food as a temptation. You shall see. After -that, I will give him plenty to eat.’</p> - -<p>“And she did. She wheedled the squirrel -till he came down his tree, crossed the lawn, -and invaded her lap. It was only then that -she gave him the peanuts with which she had -filled her pockets. I tell you that girl is a born -scientist, and that her knowledge is wonderful. -Did it ever occur to you that the squirrels and -birds that seem so happy here in the Wyanoke -grounds are habitually in a state of starvation?”</p> - -<p>Just then Evelyn came walking toward the -porch. The mare was closely following her, -and a squirrel perched upon one shoulder, -while a robin clung to the other. She had -pockets in her gown—she insisted upon pockets—and -from these she fed the wild creatures. -Upon getting a nut, the squirrel leaped -to the ground, and upon receiving a bit of -bread, the robin flew away.</p> - -<p>“You see,” said Kilgariff, “how coldly selfish -and calculating your wild creatures are. The -moment they get something to eat, they quit -your hospitality.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[166]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Not so, Monsieur,” the girl answered. -“They have their babies to feed. They will -come back to me when that is done,” and -they did.</p> - -<p>“Touch the squirrel,” she said to Kilgariff, -“and he will fasten his long teeth in your -flesh. But I may stroke his fur as much as I -please. That is because he has made friends -with me. And see! The robin is a wild bird. -His first instinct is to keep his wings free for -flying. Yet I may take him thus”—possessing -herself of the bird—“and lay him on his -back in my lap, so that his wings are useless -to him, and he does not mind. It is because -he knows me for his friend and trusts me. -Ah, if only people would learn to know the -wild creatures and teach them the lesson of -love!”</p> - -<p>Kilgariff felt like saying, “I know no such -teacher of that lesson as you are,” but he refrained, -and so it fell to Dorothy afterward to -say:—</p> - -<p>“Not many people have your gift, dear, of -making other creatures love them.”</p> - -<p>“But you have it,” the girl answered enthusiastically. -“Oh, how I do love you, Dorothy!”</p> - -<div class="figcenter"> - <img src="images/ill-166.jpg" width="400" height="496" id="i166" - alt="" - title="" /> - <div class="caption"><p class="dci3"><i>“I MAY STROKE HIS FUR AS MUCH AS I PLEASE.”</i></p> -</div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="ch">XI</h2> - -<p class="pch">ORDERS AND “NO NONSENSE”</p> - -<p class="drop-cap04">WHEN General Grant, with one hundred -and twenty thousand men, sat -down before Petersburg and Richmond -and called for reinforcements as a necessary -preliminary to further operations, his plan -was obvious, and its ultimate outcome was nearly -as certain as any human event can be before it -has happened.</p> - -<p>Richmond lies on the north bank of the James -River. Petersburg lies on the Appomattox -River twenty-two miles due south of Richmond. -Each river is navigable up to the gates of the -city situated upon it, so that in besieging the -two cities from the east, General Grant had an -uninterrupted water communication over which -to bring supplies and reinforcements at will. -His line of fortifications stretched from a point -on the north of Richmond, eastwardly and southwardly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</a></span> -to the James River, and thence southwardly, -with a westerly trend, to a point south of -Petersburg. A rude outline map, which accompanies -the text, will give a clearer understanding -than words can.</p> - -<p>A glance at the map will show the reader -three lines of railway upon which Richmond -depended for communication with the South and -for supplies for Lee’s army. All of them lay -south of the James River.</p> - -<p>Grant’s problem was to break these three lines -of railway, and thus to compel Richmond’s surrender -or evacuation. If he could break the -Weldon railway first, and the others later, as he -purposed, his vastly superior army at the time -of Richmond’s evacuation could be easily interposed -between Lee and any point farther south -to which the Confederate commander might plan -to retreat.</p> - -<p>That is what actually happened eight months -later, with Lee’s surrender at Appomattox Court -House as the outcome of this successful strategy.</p> - -<p>In the meanwhile, Lee, with less than forty -thousand men, was called upon to defend a line -more than thirty miles long against an enemy -whose numbers were three or four times his own, -and whose capacity of reinforcement was almost -limitless.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> - <img src="images/ill-169.jpg" width="400" height="626" - alt="" - title="" /> - <p class="pc">Sketch Map showing Lee’s and Grant’s lines about<br /> -Richmond and Petersburg</p> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</a></span></p> - -<p>Still more important was the fact that Lee -must stand ready, by day and by night, to defend -every point on this long line, while his -adversary, with the assistance of ships and railroads -in his rear, could concentrate irresistible -forces at any point he pleased and at any time -he pleased, without the knowledge of the Confederate -commander. To the military on-looker -it appeared easy for Grant to break through -Lee’s lines whenever he pleased, by hurling an -overwhelming force with irresistible momentum -against any part of the attenuated thread that -he might elect, breaking through with certainty -and entire ease.</p> - -<p>Such would have been the case but for the -splendid fighting quality of that Army of -Northern Virginia which was struggling almost -literally in its “last ditch.” Time after time -Grant massed his forces and threw them with -all his might against the weakest points he -could find in Lee’s defensive lines, only to be -baffled and beaten by a fighting force that -was absolutely unconquerable in its obstinate -determination.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[171]</a></span></p> - -<p>But Grant had other arrows in his well-stocked -quiver. His enormous superiority in numbers, -and his easy ability to manœuvre beyond his -adversary’s sight or ken, made it possible for -him continually to extend his lines to the left; -pushing south and west, and compelling Lee to -stretch out his already slender line to the point -of hopeless thinness.</p> - -<p>Grant could one day assail the defences below -Richmond on the north side of the James -River in vastly superior force, and the next -morning at daybreak hurl five men to Lee’s one -against the works defending the Weldon Railroad, -thirty miles or more to the south.</p> - -<p>Yet even under these conditions the brilliant -Confederate strategist not only held his own, -but detached from his all too meagre force a -strong column under Early, and sent it to sweep -the valley of Virginia, invade Maryland, and so -far threaten Washington as to compel Grant -either to send forces for the defence of the -Federal capital or to forego for the time being -the reinforcements which he was clamorously -demanding for the strengthening of his lines at -Petersburg.</p> - -<p>Captain Marshall Pollard’s battery was included<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</a></span> -in the detail of troops made for this -final and despairing invasion of the country -north of the Potomac; and when the battery -marched, Sergeant-major Owen Kilgariff rode -by the side of his captain, ready for any duty -that might fall to his lot.</p> - -<p>The wound in his neck was not yet well, or -even nearly so, but he was quite regardless of -self in his eagerness to bear his part, and so, in -spite of all the warnings of all the doctors, he -had rejoined his command at the first moment -in which he was strong enough to sit upright in -the saddle.</p> - -<p>Captain Pollard had but one commissioned -officer with him on this dare-devil expedition, -and that one officer was shot in the first skirmish, -so that Owen Kilgariff, non-commissioned -officer that he was, was second in command of -the battery.</p> - -<p>Early’s column swept like a hurricane down -the valley, and like a cyclone burst upon Maryland -and Pennsylvania. It marched fearlessly -wherever it pleased and fought tremendously -wherever it encountered a foe. Its invasion of -the North at a time when Grant with three or -four men to Lee’s one was beleaguering the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</a></span> -Southern capital, was romantic, gallant, picturesque, -startling. But it did not accomplish the -purpose intended. It was Grant’s conviction -that Washington City could take care of itself; -that the authorities there had force enough at -command, or within call, to meet and repel a -Confederate invasion, without any assistance -from him. He, first of all Federal generals, -acted upon this conviction, and refused to -weaken his lines at Petersburg and Richmond -by sending any considerable forces to defend -Washington against Early. Grant had little imagination, -but he had a great fund of common -sense.</p> - -<p>Only one considerable action was the outcome -of this expedition. In a minor encounter on -the day before the battle was fought, Captain -Marshall Pollard lost a leg, thus leaving his -sergeant-major, Owen Kilgariff, in command -of the battery, reduced now to four guns, with -only four horses to each piece or caisson.</p> - -<p>At Monocacy, Kilgariff fought the guns at -their best, and by a dash of a kind which artillery -is neither armed nor expected to make, -captured two Federal rifled guns, with their -full complement of horses. In his report he<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</a></span> -spoke of this feat of arms only as “an opportunity -which offered to add two guns to the -battery and to raise the tale of horses to the -regulation number of six to each gun and -caisson.”</p> - -<p>But that night General Early sent for Kilgariff, -in response to that non-commissioned -officer’s request that a commissioned officer -should be sent to take command of the battery.</p> - -<p>“I don’t see the necessity,” said Early, in his -abrupt way. “I don’t see how anybody could -fight his guns better than you have done. Get -yourself killed if you want somebody else to -command Pollard’s battery. So long as you -live, I shall send nobody else. How does it -happen that you haven’t a commission?”</p> - -<p>“I do not covet that responsibility,” Kilgariff -answered evasively.</p> - -<p>“Well, that responsibility will rest on your -shoulders from this hour forth, till the end of -this campaign, unless you escape it by getting -yourself killed. I shall certainly not send anybody -else to command your battery while you -live. From this hour I shall regard you as -Captain Kilgariff; and when I get myself into -communication with General Lee or the war<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</a></span> -department, I’ll see that the title is made -good.”</p> - -<p>“Thank you, General,” answered Kilgariff. -“But I sincerely wish you wouldn’t. I have -already received and rejected one commission -as captain, and I have declined a still higher -rank offered me.”</p> - -<p>“What an idiot you must be!” squeaked -Early in his peculiar, falsetto voice. “But you -know how to fight your guns, and I’ve got a -use for such men as you are. You may do as -you please after this campaign is over, but while -you remain under my command you’ll be a captain. -I’ll see to that, and there’ll be no nonsense -about it, either.”</p> - -<p>An hour later, an order, officially signed and -certified, came to Kilgariff. It read in this -wise:—</p> - -<p class="pbq p1"><span class="smcap">Special Order No. 7.</span> Sergeant-major Owen Kilgariff, -of Captain Pollard’s Virginia Battery, is hereby -ordered to assume command of said Battery as Acting -Captain, and he will exercise the authority of that -rank in all respects. He is ordered hereafter to sign -his reports and orders as “Captain Commanding,” -and all officers concerned are hereby directed, by -order of the Commanding General, to recognise the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</a></span> -rank thus conferred, not only in matters of ordinary -obedience to orders, but also in making details for -court-martial service and the like. This temporary -appointment of Captain Kilgariff is made in recognition -of peculiarly gallant and meritorious conduct, and -in due time it will be confirmed by the War Department. -In the meanwhile Captain Kilgariff’s rank, -commission, and authority are to be fully recognised -by all persons concerned, by virtue of this order.</p> - -<p class="p1">This order was duly signed by General Early’s -adjutant-general, as by his command.</p> - -<p>There was nothing for Kilgariff to do but -obey an order so peremptory, from a commander -who was not accustomed to brook opposition -with patience. Kilgariff’s first thought -was to send through the regular military channels -a written protest and declination. But an -insuperable difficulty stood in the way. Under -Early’s order, he must sign that document not -as “Sergeant-major,” but as “Captain.” Otherwise, -his act would be of that contumacious sort -which military law defines as “conduct subversive -of good order and military discipline.”</p> - -<p>But aside from that consideration was the -fact that General Early had sent Kilgariff a -personal note, in which he had written:—</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</a></span></p> - -<p class="pbq p1">I have issued an order in your case. Obey it. I -don’t want any damned nonsense.</p> - -<p class="p1">Kilgariff was too good a soldier to protest -further while the campaign under Early should -continue. He meant to ask excuse later, but -for the time being there was nothing for him to -do except assume the captain’s rank and command -to which Early had thus peremptorily -assigned him.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="ch">XII</h2> - -<p class="pch">SAFE-CONDUCT OF TWO KINDS</p> - -<p class="drop-cap16">AS Early was slowly making his way -back into the valley of Virginia—fighting -wherever there was a force -to be fought—there came a messenger to -Owen Kilgariff one night a little before midnight. -He bore a slip of paper on which these -words were written:—</p> - -<p class="pbq p1">Come to me quickly. I am mortally wounded, and -it is very necessary for me to see you before I die—not -for my sake, for you’d rejoice to see me in hell, -but for the sake of others and for your own sake—though -for yourself you don’t often care much. I’m -in a farm-house hospital three miles south of Harper’s -Ferry on the Martinsburg road. My messenger will -guide you. The Federals have possession, of course, -but the bearer of this note has a safe-conduct for you. -Of course, this might be a trick, but it is not. On the -word of a gambler (and you know what that means) I -am playing fair this time. You are a brave enough -man to risk this thing anyhow. Come!</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</a></span></p> - -<p class="p1">This note bore no signature, but Owen Kilgariff -knew the hand that had written it. That -handwriting had sent him to jail once upon a -time. He had not forgotten. He was not given -to forgetting.</p> - -<p>He summoned the messenger who had -brought him the note.</p> - -<p>“You have a safe-conduct for me, I believe?” -he asked.</p> - -<p>“Yes, Captain,” and he produced the document.</p> - -<p>“How did you manage to pass our picket -lines? Did you come under a flag of truce?”</p> - -<p>“No. That would have taken time, and there -is no time to be wasted. Major Campbell is -terribly wounded. I live in these parts. I ain’t -a soldier, you know. So I slipped through the -lines.”</p> - -<p>For a moment Kilgariff regarded the fellow -with indignant contempt. Then the indignation -passed, and the contempt was intensified in his -expression. Presently he said:—</p> - -<p>“You low-lived, contemptible hound, I can’t -make up my mind even to be angry with you. -You and your kind are the pest in this war. You -haven’t character enough to take sides. You<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</a></span> -serve either side at will, and betray both with -jaunty indifference. Now listen to me. Within -twenty-four hours I shall see Major Campbell, -who sent me this note. But I shall not go to -him under the safe-conduct you have brought.”</p> - -<p>With that, Kilgariff tore the paper to bits and -scattered its fragments to the night wind.</p> - -<p>“I shall order you sent to the guard-house -and manacled, until General Early shall have -decided what to do with you. He doesn’t like -your sort.”</p> - -<p>The man fell at once into panic and pleaded -for his life.</p> - -<p>“Oh, what will become of me?” he piteously -moaned.</p> - -<p>“I really don’t know,” answered Kilgariff, -quite as if the question had related to the disposition -to be made of some inanimate object. -“General Early may have you shot at sunrise, -or he may decide to hang you instead. I don’t -at all know, and after all it makes no real difference. -The one death is about as painless as -the other, and as for the matter of disgrace, of -course you are hopelessly incapable of considering -that. Perhaps—oh, well, I don’t know. -General Early may conclude to turn you loose<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</a></span> -as a creature too contemptible to be seriously -dealt with.”</p> - -<p>“God grant that he may!” said the man, -with fervour, as the guards took him away.</p> - -<p>A minute later Kilgariff mounted his horse, -Wyanoke—a special gift from Dorothy—and -rode hurriedly to General Early’s headquarters; -it was after midnight, but with this army sleeplessly -“on service” very little attention was -given to hours, either of the day or of the -night. So, after a moment’s parley with a sentinel, -Kilgariff was conducted to General Early’s -presence, under a tree.</p> - -<p>It was not Kilgariff’s habit to grow excited. -He had passed through too much for that, he -thought. But on this occasion his perturbation -of spirit was so great that he had difficulty in -enunciating his words.</p> - -<p>“General,” he said, “I want a little cavalry -force, if you please. I want to capture one of -the enemy’s hospitals and hold it long enough -for me to have a talk with the most infamous -scoundrel who ever lived.”</p> - -<p>“Calm yourself, Captain,” said Early. “Have -a little apple brandy as a tonic. Your nerves -are shaken.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</a></span></p> - -<p>Kilgariff declined the stimulant, but at Early’s -earnest solicitation he sat down upon a stump, -and presently so far commanded his own spirit -as to go on with what he had to say.</p> - -<p>“One of those contemptible border wretches -got himself smuggled through our lines to-night. -I don’t know how. He brought me a note -from the most infamous scoundrel I ever knew, -together with a safe-conduct under which I -could sneak into the enemy’s lines and talk -with the fellow, who is mortally wounded. I -tore up the safe-conduct and sent the emissary -to the guard-house with the comfortable assurance -that his case would be submitted to you, -and that you would pretty certainly order him -shot or hanged according to the gravity with -which you might regard his offence. I hope -you’ll let him go. He is so poor-spirited a cur -that he will suffer a thousand deaths to-night -in dreading one for to-morrow. However, that -isn’t what I want to speak with you about. I -want a cavalry force of a company or two. -I want to raid that hospital before morning -and talk with that rascal in the interest of -others whose fate he may hold in his hands.”</p> - -<p>“Do you plan to kill him?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[183]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Of course not. He is wounded unto death. -And besides—well, General, he isn’t of our -class.”</p> - -<p>“I quite understand—not a man you could -‘call out.’”</p> - -<p>“Distinctly not—although he has a major’s -commission.”</p> - -<p>“Oh—if you want a colonel’s or a brigadier-general’s, -you shall have it,” broke in Early, -full of the enthusiasm of fight.</p> - -<p>“No, General,” answered Kilgariff, with an -amused smile; “I have always found it possible -to fight anybody I pleased without raising the -question of rank. You know, a private, if he -is a man of good family, may slap a major-general’s -jaws in our army, in full certainty that -his escapade will bring a challenge rather than -a citation before a court-martial. No. I want to -talk with this man before he dies. He sent me -a safe-conduct, as I have already said. That -was a gracious permission from the Federal -authorities for me to see him. I have a very -pronounced prejudice against the acceptance of -gracious permissions from the Federal authorities. -So I have come to ask for a squadron of -cavalry, to which I will add a couple of guns,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[184]</a></span> -in order that I may capture that post, enter its -hospital, and have my talk with its inmate without -anybody’s permission but yours, General.”</p> - -<p>The humour of the situation appealed strongly -to Early, as it did also to Major Irby of the Virginia -Cavalry, who was sitting near by. That -officer was a man of few words, but he carried -an unusually alert sabre, and his sense of humour -was uncommonly keen.</p> - -<p>“If you don’t mind, General,” he said, in his -quiet fashion, “I should like to ‘sit in’ the captain’s -game.”</p> - -<p>“Do it!” said Early. “Take three companies -and two of Kilgariff’s guns, and let him -show the fellow that he carries his own safe-conduct -at his back.”</p> - -<p>Things were done promptly and quickly in -those stirring times, and five minutes after -Early had spoken his words of permission, -Major Irby moved at the head of three companies -of cavalry and two of Kilgariff’s guns—the -two so recently captured from the enemy, -and selected now by way of emphasising the -jest.</p> - -<p>A dash, a scurry, and every picket post south -of Harper’s Ferry was swept out of sight.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[185]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="ch">XIII</h2> - -<p class="pch">KILGARIFF HEARS NEWS</p> - -<p class="drop-cap16">AS soon as Major Irby had possessed -himself of the hospital and the region -round about, he gave orders to throw -out pickets a mile or so in every direction, in -order to guard against surprise. He posted -Kilgariff’s guns on a little hill, where their fire -could sweep all of the roads over which an -advance of the enemy was possible. Then he -ordered the officer of the guard to post a strong -line of sentinels around the house itself, which -served as hospital, and to send a corporal’s guard -into the building with orders to dispose themselves -as Kilgariff might direct.</p> - -<p>Kilgariff, who had stripped the chevrons off -his sleeves, and sewed a captain’s three bars on -his collar in obedience to General Early’s order, -immediately entered the house and made his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[186]</a></span> -way to the separate room in which Campbell’s -cot had been placed. Kilgariff turned to the -corporal of the guard, and commanded:—</p> - -<p>“Place two sentinels in that outer room. -Order them to see to it that there is no eavesdropping. -You understand?”</p> - -<p>“Perfectly, Captain.”</p> - -<p>There is this advantage about military over -other arrangements, that they can be absolutely -depended upon. The sentinel who has “orders” -is an autocrat in their execution. He has no -discretion. He enters into no argument. He -parleys with nobody, whatever that somebody’s -rank may be. He simply commands, “Halt”; -and if the one advancing takes one other step, -the sentinel fires a death shot at short range -and with absolutely certain aim. Killing, on the -part of a sentinel whose command of “Halt” is -disregarded, is not only no crime in military law—it -is a virtue, a simple discharge of peremptory -duty. And the sentinel himself, if ordered to -stand twenty feet away from a door, stands -there, not encroaching upon the distance by so -much as a foot, under pain of punishment “in -the discretion of a court-martial,” as the military -law phrases it.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[187]</a></span></p> - -<p>So, when Kilgariff entered the room in which -the man who had ruined his life lay wounded, -in answer to that man’s summons, he knew that -his conversation would be neither interrupted -nor overheard in any word or syllable of it. -The absoluteness of military law and practice -forbade that, even as a possibility.</p> - -<p>Kilgariff advanced to the man’s bedside, took -his seat upon a camp stool, and without the -remotest suggestion of a greeting in his voice -or manner, abruptly said:—</p> - -<p>“I am here. What do you want?”</p> - -<p>“I was sure you would come,” answered the -man; “the safe-conduct—”</p> - -<p>“I tore that up the moment I received it,” -answered Kilgariff.</p> - -<p>“But why? It was valid.”</p> - -<p>“For any other officer in our army, yes,” -answered Kilgariff; “but not for me, as you -very well know. Anyhow, I preferred to come -under the safe-conduct of Southern carbines -and cannon and sabres. Never mind that. Go -on. What do you want?”</p> - -<p>The man winced and groaned with pain as he -turned himself a little on his cot in order to face -his interlocutor. Presently he said:—</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[188]</a></span></p> - -<p>“I’m shot through the groin with a canister -ball. It is a wound unto death, I suppose.”</p> - -<p>“Yes? Well? What else? I did not come -to ask after your health.”</p> - -<p>“Of course not. I mention my condition -only as a man who flings a card upon the table -at a critical moment exclaims, ‘That’s a trump.’ -You see, the things I want to say to you are in -the nature of an ante-mortem statement, and I -want you to understand that, so that you may -believe all I have to tell you.”</p> - -<p>“I understand,” said Kilgariff. “You are -precisely the sort of man, who, after lying and -cheating all his life, would tell the truth in a -dying statement, if only by way of cheating the -Day of Judgment and playing stacked cards on -the Almighty. Go on.”</p> - -<p>But before the man could speak again, Kilgariff -added:—</p> - -<p>“As a still further stimulus to truth-telling -on your part, let me make a few suggestions. -You are completely in my power. If I choose, -I can have you taken hence to General Early -and introduce you to him as a man who accepted -a commission in the Confederate Army and then -deserted to the other side and deceived the authorities<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[189]</a></span> -there into giving him a commission to -fight the cause he had solemnly sworn to support. -You know what would happen in such a -case.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, I know. There’d be a drumhead court-martial, -and I’d be hanged at daybreak. But -hear me, Kilgariff. I’m a gambler, as you know, -not in one way, but in all ways. And I know -how to be a good loser. I’ve drawn a very bad -hand this time, but I’ve called the game; and if -I’m hanged for it, I shall not whine about my -luck. Whenever I die, and however I die, I’ll die -game. So you can’t intimidate me. But before -I die, there are certain things I want to tell -you—for the sake of the others. For although I -have no moral principles and don’t profess any, -there are some things I want to tell you about—”</p> - -<p>“Go on. Tell me about my brother.”</p> - -<p>“That wasn’t what I wanted to talk about -first. Besides, you know most of the story.”</p> - -<p>“Never mind that. I want to hear it all from -your lips. Much of it I never understood. Tell -it all and quickly.”</p> - -<p>“Well, your brother’s a fool, you know.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, I know. Otherwise—never mind that. -Tell me the whole story. How far was my<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[190]</a></span> -brother a sharer in your guilt? How far did he -consent to my wrecking? Why did he join you -for my destruction, after all I had done for -him?”</p> - -<p>“It’s very hard to say. Opinions differ, and -standards of morality—”</p> - -<p>“Damn opinions and standards!—especially -yours. I want the facts—all of them, to the -last detail. Go on, and don’t waste time.”</p> - -<p>“Well, your brother is a fool, as I said before, -though in the end he did ‘make his jack’ and -win a pot of money. But that was good luck—not -good play.”</p> - -<p>“Don’t fall into reflections,” interrupted Kilgariff, -seeing that Campbell was in a reminiscent -mood. “We’ve no time for that sort of thing. -Go on with the facts.”</p> - -<p>“Well, you see your brother was that sort of -man about whom people say that he was ‘more -sinned against than sinning.’ He always wanted -to do right, and if he could have got a good steady -job as a millionaire, I don’t know anybody who -would have been more scrupulously upright -than he. You see, he really thought he had -principles—moral character and that sort of -thing—when he hadn’t anything of the kind.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</a></span> -Many people deceive themselves in that way. I -never did. I was born of as good a family as -yours, or any other. I was raised in the most -honourable traditions, and as a young man I was -reckoned a pattern of high-minded conduct. I -knew all the time that I had no moral character, -no principles. Or rather, I gradually became -conscious of that fact.”</p> - -<p>Kilgariff was exceedingly impatient of this -autobiography, but he thought the shortest way -to the man’s facts was to let him talk on in his -own way. So he forebore to interrupt, and -Campbell continued:—</p> - -<p>“I would have killed any man who called me -a liar, but I never hesitated to lie when lying -seemed to me of advantage. I was scrupulous -in paying my debts and discharging every social -duty, but I knew myself well enough to know -that if an opportunity came to me to rob any -man without being found out, I would do it -and not hesitate or repent over it. Like the -great majority of men, I was honest only as a -matter of policy. I had no moral character. -Most people haven’t any, but they go on thinking -they have and pretending about it until they -completely deceive themselves. They refuse to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[192]</a></span> -take the old sage’s advice to ‘know thyself.’ I -took it. I early learned to know myself.</p> - -<p>“But if I had no principles, I at least had -sentiments. One of those sentiments was pride -in my family. When I saw clearly that I was -going to be an adventurer, a gambler, a swindler, -a man living by his wits, I did not shrink from -that, but I shuddered at the thought of disgracing -the name I bore. So I decided not to bear -that name, but to choose another. At first I -thought of calling myself ‘George Washington -Bib’—just for the humour of the thing. The -sudden slump from the resonance of ‘George -Washington’ to the monosyllabic inconsequence -of ‘Bib’ struck me as funny. But I reflected -that while I had never heard of anybody named -Bib, there might be people by that name. -Still further, it occurred to me that anybody on -being introduced to George Washington Bib -would be sure to remember the name, and in -the career I had marked out for myself that -might be inconvenient. So I made up my -mind to call myself Campbell. There are so -many families of that name, and they are so -prolific, that the mere name means nothing—not -even a probability of kinship. But you’re<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[193]</a></span> -not interested in all this. You want to hear -about your brother.”</p> - -<p>“Yes,” answered Kilgariff.</p> - -<p>“Well, your brother was highly respectable, -as you know. He was comfortably rich at the -first, and after he lost most of his money he -struggled hard to keep up the pretence of being -still comfortably rich. He did the thing very -cleverly, and it let him into several pretty good -things in Wall Street. But it let him into a -good many very bad things also, and in his -over-anxiety to become really rich again, he -went into the bad things headforemost and -blindfold. I was posing as a lawyer then, you -know, and cutting a large swath. I really had -no regular practice of any consequence, but I -kept two large suites of offices and any number -of clerks, as a blind, and I managed every now -and then to find out things that I could turn to -account—”</p> - -<p>“Blackmail, I suppose.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, I suppose you’d call it that, but always -with a weather eye on the law. You see, when -an active lawyer finds out that a big banker has -been doing things he oughtn’t, the big banker -is apt to conclude that he needs the services of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[194]</a></span> -precisely that particular lawyer as private counsel. -There are big fees in the business sometimes, -but it’s risky and uncertain. So I had -my ups and downs. I was in one of the very -worst of my downs when this bank affair fell in. -I had been a bank examiner at one time, and -had twice examined the affairs of this bank. I -knew that its deposits were enormous and its -assets sufficient, if properly handled, to pay out -everything and leave a large surplus, besides -something for the receiver. So I decided to become -in effect, though not in fact, the receiver. -I owned a judge. He owed me money which -he couldn’t pay, and that money was owing on -account of things which he couldn’t on any consideration -allow to be inquired into in ‘proceedings.’ -Moreover, I knew a lot of other things -which in themselves made me his master. -Still again, his term was nearly at an end, and I -had the political influence necessary to secure -or defeat his renomination and re-election, as I -might choose. In short, I owned him body and -soul. So, when it fell to him to appoint a receiver -for this bank, he naturally sent for me in -consultation. His idea was to appoint me to -the receivership, but I saw clearly that that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[195]</a></span> -would not do. It would raise a row, for I was -pretty well known to the big financiers, many -of whom had been obliged to employ me by -way of silencing me at one time or another. -But more important than that was the fact that -the plans I had formed for the handling of the -bank’s affairs involved a good deal of risk to the -receiver. The bank had a great many investments -that must be closed out in order to put -the institution on its feet again, and there are -various ways of closing out such investments. -It was my idea that they should be so closed out -as to leave the bank just barely solvent and -able to pay its depositors, you understand—”</p> - -<p>“Yes—and that you and your pals should -pocket the surplus.”</p> - -<p>“Precisely. I didn’t imagine you had so -good a head for business.”</p> - -<p>“Never mind my head. Consider your own -neck, and go on with the story.”</p> - -<p>“Now won’t you understand,” said the adventurer, -“that I’m not thinking about my -neck? I’ve staked that as my ’ante’ in this -game, and I never ask the ante back. Well, -I showed my judge that it wouldn’t do at all to -make me receiver, but I told him I would find<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[196]</a></span> -him the right man. Your brother had already -occurred to me as available. He was in extreme -financial difficulties at that time. He was in arrears -in his club dues, and his tailor’s bills, and -even to his servants. He had sold out every -bond and every share of stock he owned, and -still his debts were sorely pressing him. He -lived at a fine though small place just out of -town, where he and his wife and daughters entertained -sumptuously. For even to his wife -and daughters he kept up the pretence of being -comfortably rich, so that they had no hesitation -in giving orders at the caterers’ and the florists’ -and directing that the bills be sent to him.</p> - -<p>“I knew his condition. I knew that he was -passing sleepless nights in dreadful apprehension -of the quickly coming time when the florists -and the caterers would surely refuse to fill the -orders of his wife and daughters on the ground -that he owed them and didn’t pay.</p> - -<p>“One day I sent for him to dine with me in a -private room at an expensive hotel. I vaguely -suggested to him that his fortune was made; -that within a few days I should be able to put -him in position to twiddle his fingers at the -florists and the caterers. But I gave him no details.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[197]</a></span> -I gave him limitless champagne instead, -and, as my digestion resented champagne at -that time, I excused myself from drinking more -than a very small share of the enticing beverage. -We decided to play poker, after dinner, just for -amusement. The chips were valued high—a -dollar for a white chip, two and a half for a red, -and five dollars for a blue.</p> - -<p>“For a time your brother had marvellous -‘luck.’ He won enough of my paper promises -to pay to make him feel already quite independent -of the caterers and the florists, and to -convince him that at poker I was exceedingly -easy prey to a man who ‘really understood the -game,’ as he conceitedly thought he did. Well, -we played on till morning; and when sunrise -came, he had given me his I O U’s for more -money than he had ever owned in his life.”</p> - -<p>“That is to say, you had made him drunk on -champagne, and then had cheated him without -limit?”</p> - -<p>“Well, yes, that’s about it. Anyhow, I owned -him. After he had got over the headache and -the champagne, he came to me at my office to -see what could be done by way of compromise. -I told him that I had no money and no resources<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[198]</a></span> -except my wits; I frankly confessed that but -for certain cash payments he had made early in -the game, I could not have paid for the hotel -room and tipped the waiters to the tune that -waiters set when they are privy to a game of -that kind.</p> - -<p>“‘But it’s all right,’ I assured him. ‘Don’t -bother about the I O U’s. They’ll keep. They -are debts of honour, of course, but they needn’t -be paid till it is convenient to pay them; and -when you go into the position that I’ve secured -for you, it will be not only convenient, but exceedingly -easy.’</p> - -<p>“Then I told him about the receivership and -my purpose to have him appointed. I explained -that in the mere matter of commissions it would -give him a princely income, to say nothing of -perquisites. I didn’t explain what ‘perquisites’ -in such a case meant. That was because I had -no moral character. He didn’t ask. That was -because he thought he had a moral character -and wished to spare it affront.</p> - -<p>“It was easily arranged that the judge I -owned should appoint as receiver the man I -owned. But I didn’t own my man completely, -as yet. He owed me more money, as a debt<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[199]</a></span> -of honour, than he could pay at that time; but -once in the receivership, he could quickly pay -off all that, and then I shouldn’t own him at -all. Indeed, he might have repudiated the -I O U’s as illegal gambling debts; he might -have refused to pay them at all. But I wasn’t -afraid of that. Your brother fondly imagined -that he was a man of honour, of high moral -principle, and so I knew that in order to keep -up that pretence with himself he would stand -by his debts of honour. But I foresaw that he -might presently discharge them all, out of the -proceeds of the receivership, and send me -adrift. I must get a stronger grip on him. -So I told my judge to send for him and say -certain things to him.</p> - -<p>“‘You must setup a house,’ the judge told -him, ‘in a fashionable quarter of the town, by -way of maintaining your position. You see, -it won’t do for me to put anybody in charge of -those many millions who isn’t recognised as -himself a man of independent wealth. You -must have a good house and enlarge your establishment. -The receivership will abundantly -recoup you in the end, but from the beginning -we must keep up appearances.’</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[200]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Your brother came to me in great distress -of mind to tell me what the judge had required -of him. He frankly told me he hadn’t the -money necessary to make a first payment on -the lease of a town house, to furnish it suitably, -and to establish himself in it. I pretended to -be worried over the matter, and I took twenty-four -hours in which to think about it. Then -I sent for your brother again and told him I -saw a way out; that certain clients of mine -had money to invest on bond and mortgage, -and had placed it in my hands; that by a -little stretching of my authority I could let -him have the amount he needed, as a mortgage -loan on his place in the country. I saw his -face fall when I suggested this, as I had expected -to see it fall. Presently he explained -that in order to give a mortgage on his country -place, which really stood in his wife’s name and -had in fact come to her as a dowry, he must -get her to execute the papers. That would be -very awkward, he explained, as he had never -thought it necessary to bother his womankind -about his affairs. To ask his wife to execute -a mortgage would necessitate a statement to -her of his financial position, and a whole lot<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[201]</a></span> -more of that sort, which I had expected. I -told him I thought I could arrange the matter; -that my clients had placed their affairs completely -in my hands; that all they wanted was -the prompt payment of interest and adequate -security for their invested money; that the -profits of the receivership would be ample to -secure all this; and that any arrangement I -might make would never be questioned by my -clients. I told him that the mortgage security -was after all only a matter of form in a case -where the other security was so ample, and -that the whole thing was in my hands. So I -suggested that he should—as a mere matter -of form—execute the mortgage, himself signing -his wife’s name in her stead. I would take -care of the document, not even recording it, -and the loan could be paid off presently, with -nobody the wiser. Your brother fell into the -trap. He executed the mortgage, signing his -wife’s name to it, and he was at once made -receiver of the bank.</p> - -<p>“From that hour, of course, he was my property. -No negro slave in all the South was -ever more completely owned, or more absolutely -under the control of his master.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[202]</a></span></p> - -<p>“I had only to reveal the facts at any moment -in order to send him to jail. He had -committed a felony—he, the highly respectable -receiver of a savings bank, and a man regarded -as a leader in social and even in religious movements -of every kind. I held complete proofs -of his felony in my own hands. He must do -my bidding or go to State’s prison.</p> - -<p>“My first order to him was to put me into -the bank as counsel to the receiver, at a good -salary, and also as expert accountant, at another -good salary. The bank could afford all this -and vastly more. Its assets were easily three -times its liabilities—if properly handled, and -I knew how to handle them. I meant no harm -to your brother. On the contrary, I meant to -make him rich and let him retire from the completed -receivership with the commendation of -the court for the masterly manner in which he -had so handled the affairs of the institution as -to make good every dollar of its deposits with -interest, and to deliver it into the hands of its -trustees again in a perfectly solvent condition. -You see, the assets were ample for that, and -to provide for my future besides. The only -trouble before had been bad management and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[203]</a></span> -a deficient knowledge of the art of bookkeeping -on the part of the respectable old galoots who -had been in control of the bank. They might -easily have straightened out everything without -any court proceedings at all, if they had known -how. Their violations of the law had been -purely technical—such as occur in every bank -every day—and these things can always be -arranged on a good basis of assets, if the -people in charge only know how.</p> - -<p>“Now, when I began operations in the bank, -your brother was inclined to object to some of -the things I did. I had only to remind him -of the mortgage papers in order to reduce him -to subjection. He still thought he had a moral -character, and so when I proposed to sell out -the bank’s securities at ten or twenty or fifty -per cent less than their value, and take a commission -of five or ten or forty per cent for ourselves -from the buyers, he raised grave moral -objections. But he was in no position to insist -upon them, and besides he was largely profiting -by the transactions. Meanwhile, I was slowly -getting the bank’s affairs into shape—very -slowly, for there were the salaries of him and -myself to be considered. Then came the revolt<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[204]</a></span> -of the chief bookkeeper, and his complaint that -we were robbing the bank. I tried hard to -square him, but he wouldn’t square. That -fellow really had a moral character, and, worse -still, he couldn’t be scared. I showed him that -as he had already permitted false entries in the -bank’s books, he must himself be involved in -any exposure that might be made. He answered -that he knew that, and was prepared -to explain matters in court and ‘take the consequences.’ -Then your brother got scared half -to death, and consulted you. If he had waited for -forty-eight hours, I should have had that bookkeeper -in jail, and your brother would have got -credit for extreme vigilance. But when he sent -for you, all was up. You came into the bank -and practically took your brother’s place and -function. But you neglected to provide yourself -with legal authority to be in the bank at -all. Another thing you didn’t reckon upon -was my foresight. I had taken pains to win -several of the clerks and bookkeepers to my -side. I had ‘let them in,’ so that when you -angrily dismissed me, I still had daily and -hourly information of what was going on. You -found out that the bank’s securities had been<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[205]</a></span> -sold for less than they were worth, and you set -to work to repair the wrong. You couldn’t -cancel the sales that had been made, but you -could and did pay your own money into the -bank to make good what you regarded as the -defalcations. That made it easy for me. I -went to my judge—the one I owned—and -laid before him the fact that you were handling -the bank’s assets without a shadow of legal -authority; that you had dismissed me—the -receiver’s counsel and expert accountant—upon -discovering that I knew of defalcations, and all -the rest of it. You know that part of the story, -for you suffered from it. To save your brother, -you had sacrificed large sums of money. When -that failed and you found that either he or you -must go to prison for these defalcations, you -decided to sacrifice your liberty and your reputation -in order to save him and his wife and -daughters. You refused to defend yourself. -I thought your plan was to get a stay, give -bail, and skip it. But you had the disadvantage -of having a moral character, so you stood -your hand and were sent to prison. Your -brother, having no moral character, let you -do this thing and pretended great grief over<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[206]</a></span> -your dishonesty and perfidy. But he had -learned the business by that time, and so he -got away with the swag, and with the reputation -of a man of truly Roman virtue who suffered -acutely over the misbehaviour of his -‘black sheep’ brother. What a farce it all is -anyhow—life, I mean—if one tries to take -it seriously! Let me have a little brandy, -please! I’m growing very faint.”</p> - -<p>The brandy did its appointed work of stimulation, -and presently Campbell resumed:—</p> - -<p>“I don’t in the least understand why you -should care for your brother, but, as you do, it -may gratify you to know that he is leading a -quiet life of luxury in the country on the Hudson. -He is a comfortably rich man; for he -kept the money he got out of the bank and -invested it prudently—a thing I never could -do when I had money. He highly disapproved -of me, of course; but when I quitted the Southern -army and went North—”</p> - -<p>“When you deserted, you mean.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, if you look at it in that way—he used -his influence to get me my present commission. -That was cheaper than supporting me, which -he must otherwise have done, for I had lost and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[207]</a></span> -squandered everything. That brings me to what -I really want to talk to you about. I have a -daughter somewhere in the South, if she is still -alive. She was captured a few months ago during -an effort on the part of—well, never mind -whom—to smuggle her through the lines into -the South, where she has some relatives, though -I don’t believe she knows who they are. It -doesn’t matter. They say I’ve persecuted the -girl—and I suppose in a way I have.</p> - -<p>“Never mind that. I’m sinking fast now -and haven’t any time for explanations. I have -some papers here that may mean everything -to her after she comes of age. She has been -taught that she is only seventeen years old. -In fact, she is nineteen, and she must have -these papers when she is twenty-one. I sent -for you to ask you to find her and deliver them. -You really have a moral character, and so you -won’t trade on this matter. With your wide -acquaintance, you’ll know how to find the girl. -Her name is Evelyn Byrd.”</p> - -<p>If a shell had exploded in the room, Kilgariff -would not have been so startled as he was by -this announcement. But he had no time for -questions. He had heard picket-firing for several<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[208]</a></span> -minutes past, and his practised ear told -him with certainty that the rattle of the musketry -was steadily drawing nearer. He knew -what that meant. The Federals were advancing -in adequate force for the recapture of the -position and the destruction of Major Irby’s -little handful of men.</p> - -<p>A few minutes before Campbell made his -startling announcement, a note had come to -Kilgariff from Major Irby, saying:—</p> - -<p>“Enemy advancing in considerable force, but -I can hold place for an hour or more if absolutely -necessary. You needn’t hurry. Only -cut it as short as you can.”</p> - -<p>But just at the moment of the mention of -Evelyn Byrd’s name, the voices of two rifled -cannon were heard near at hand, and Kilgariff -knew the guns for his own. Instantly he sprang -up, and, taking the papers from Campbell’s hand, -passed out of the house without a word of farewell, -leaped upon his horse, and galloped to the -little hill where his guns had been posted.</p> - -<p>It was in the gray of early dawn, and even -considerable bodies of troops could not be seen -except at short distances. But the enemy was -pressing Major Irby hard, apparently bent -upon capturing his force. Both his flanks -were threatened, while his centre was specially -hard pressed.</p> - -<div class="figcenter"> - <img src="images/ill-208.jpg" width="400" height="595" id="i208" - alt="" - title="" /> - <div class="caption3"><p class="dci2"><i>TAKING THE PAPERS FROM CAMPBELL’S HAND, PASSED OUT -OF THE HOUSE WITHOUT A WORD OF FAREWELL.</i></p> -</div></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[209]</a></span></p> - -<p>No sooner had Kilgariff reported that his -mission was finished, and that he was himself -with the guns, than Irby gave some rapid commands, -threw his whole force upon the enemy -with great impetuosity, and then, while the recoil -before his charge lasted, swung his little -band about and made good its escape at a -gallop.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[210]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="ch">XIV</h2> - -<p class="pch">IN THE WATCHES OF THE NIGHT</p> - -<p class="drop-cap08">OWEN KILGARIFF was now beset -with perplexities. So long as he -should continue to serve with Early -in the valley, he must retain the rank of captain -which that commander had forced upon him, -and this he was determined not to do. He -knew that Early had reported upon his case, -and that very certainly a commission would -come to him in regular form from Richmond. -He foresaw that its coming would greatly increase -his embarrassment. He could not decline -it except officially through General Early, -to whom, of course, he could give no satisfactory -reason for his erratic course.</p> - -<p>Then, too, he was puzzled about the papers -that Campbell had given him. These clearly -belonged to Evelyn, and his first impulse was -to send them to her and let her do what she -would with them. But he remembered that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[211]</a></span> -Campbell’s injunction had been, or seemed to -be, to deliver the documents into her hands -only when she attained the age of twenty-one -years. Not knowing what might be in the -papers, Kilgariff could not know what or how -much of harm might come to her from their -premature delivery.</p> - -<p>It is true that he had given no promise to -Campbell, and as for the wishes of the adventurer, -Kilgariff was in no way bound to respect -them, and certainly he was not disposed to do -so. His sole concern in the matter was for -Evelyn’s welfare, and he could not make up his -mind what his course of conduct ought to be -with respect to that. He needed counsel very -sorely, and there was only one man in all the -South of whom he could freely ask counsel. -That man was Arthur Brent, who might be -still at Petersburg, or might have gone back to -his laboratory work at Wyanoke.</p> - -<p>In either case, consultation with him seemed -equally out of the question. No confidence was -to be placed in mails at that disturbed time, and -of course Kilgariff would not ask for or accept -even the sick furlough which the increasing -inflammation of his neglected wound rendered<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[212]</a></span> -exceedingly desirable, so long as there was well-nigh -continuous fighting in progress at the front.</p> - -<p>Altogether, Owen Kilgariff was sorely beset -with puzzling uncertainty of mind. He was in -action during most of the day after the night -he had spent with Campbell, but neither weariness -nor loss of sleep enabled him to close his -eyes during the following night. He lay throughout -the hours of darkness stretched upon the -ground under a great chestnut tree, weary but -with wide-open eyes, staring upward at the stars -that showed through the leaves, and thinking to -no purpose.</p> - -<p>One thought occurred to him at last which -caused him suddenly to sit up, and for a moment -made his heart bound.</p> - -<p>His vigil of ceaseless thought and perplexity -had taught him much of his own soul’s condition -which he had but vaguely guessed at before. It -had shown him clearly what his feeling was toward -Evelyn Byrd. He understood now, as he -had not done before, that his love for the girl was -the supreme passion of his life—the limitless, -all-embracing, all-conquering impulse of a strong -nature which had schooled itself to repression -and self-sacrifice. He saw clearly that all this<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[213]</a></span> -self-discipline—greatly as it had enabled him -to endure and to make sacrifice—had given him -no strength adequate to his present need. He -had thought to conquer his passionate love; he -knew now that he could never conquer it. He -had thought to put it out of his mind as a longing -for the unattainable; he knew now that it -would for ever refuse to be dismissed.</p> - -<p>“So long as I live,” he thought, “I must bear -this burden; so long as I live, I must suffer and -be still. For I shall at any rate retain too much -of manhood and courage to win Evelyn’s love or -to sadden her life by linking it with my own. -My honour, at any rate, shall remain unspotted. -Fortunately, a bullet or a sabre stroke is likely -to solve all my riddles for me before this year -comes to an end—and so much the more imperative -is it that I arrange quickly for the disposal -of her papers to her best advantage. But what -is best? If these papers reveal to her the cruel -fact that her father was an adventurer, a gambler, -a swindler—and they must if they reveal -anything—will it not be a great wrong to let her -have them at all? And yet who but herself has -a right to decide that she shall not receive whatever -revelation the documents may make?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[214]</a></span></p> - -<p>Then it was that the thought came to Kilgariff -which made him sit up suddenly.</p> - -<p>“She is the daughter of that man. Is there -not in that fact an offset to my disability? Am -I not free to tell her concerning myself, after -she has learned her own origin, and to stand -with eyes on a level with her own, asking her to -be my wife?”</p> - -<p>No sooner had he formulated the thought -thus than he rejected it as unworthy. For a time -he scourged himself for permitting the suggestion -to arise in his mind, but presently he comforted -himself by recalling the words of a great -divine who, speaking of evil thoughts quickly -dismissed, said:—</p> - -<p>“I cannot prevent the birds from flying over -my head, but I can forbid them to make nests -in my hair.”</p> - -<p>“I will not let that bird make a nest in my -hair,” thought Kilgariff, resolutely, and greatly to -the relief of his troubled conscience.</p> - -<p>At that moment the reveille sounded in all the -camps, and Kilgariff rose to his feet, stripped -himself to the waist, sluiced his head, shoulders, -and chest in the cold water of a neighbouring -spring, resumed his clothing, and was ready for<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[215]</a></span> -the day’s duties, whatever their nature might be. -But his vigil had not brought him any nearer -than he was before to the solution of the problems -that so greatly perplexed him. It had only -added a new and distressing self-knowledge to -the burdens that weighed upon his mind. He -had never feared death; now he looked upon -it as a chance of welcome release from a sorely -burdened life. Thenceforth he thought of the -bullets as friendly messengers, one of which -might bear a message for him.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[216]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="ch">XV</h2> - -<p class="pch">IN THE TRENCHES</p> - -<p class="drop-cap08">OPERATIONS in front of Petersburg -had by this time settled down into a -sullenly obstinate struggle for mastery -between the two finest armies of veterans that -ever met each other anywhere in the world. It -is no exaggeration to characterise those armies -by such superlatives. For in them it was not -only organisations—regiments, brigades, and -divisions—that were war-seasoned, but the individual -men themselves. They had educated -themselves by four years of fighting into a -personal perfection of soldiership such as has -nowhere else been seen among the rank and -file of contending armies.</p> - -<p>The slender lines of hastily constructed earthworks -behind which these two opposing hosts -had confronted each other at the beginning of -that supreme struggle of the war, had been<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[217]</a></span> -wrought into other and incalculably stronger -forms by work that had never for one moment -ceased and would not pause until the end.</p> - -<p>The breastworks had been raised, broadened, -and strengthened under the direction of skilled -engineers. At every salient angle a regular -fort of some sort had been constructed and -heavily armed for offence and defence.</p> - -<p>In rear of these lines every little eminence -had been crowned by a frowning fortification, -as sullen in appearance and as capable of destructive -work as the Redan or the Malakoff at -Sebastopol.</p> - -<p>At brief intervals along the outer lines traverses -had been built at right angles to the works, -as a protection against all enfilading fire.</p> - -<p>The fields just behind the lines were intricately -laced with trenches and protective earthworks -of every kind. Without these the men -in front would have been completely cut off -from communication with the rear, by a resistless, -all-consuming fire.</p> - -<p>Great covered ways—protected passages—were -cut as the only avenues by which men or -supplies could be moved even for the shortest -distances. Every spring that could yield water<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[218]</a></span> -with which to quench the thirst of the fighting -men was defended by jealous fortifications.</p> - -<p>There was no more thought now of enumerating -the actions fought, or naming them. There -was one continuous battle, ceaseless by day or -by night, in which dogged resistance opposed -itself daily and hourly to desperate assault, both -inspired by a courage that did not so much resemble -anything human as it did the struggle of -opposing and titanic natural forces. Did the -reader ever see the breaking up of the ice in a -great river or lake, under the angry impulse of -flood and storm? As the great ice floes in that -case assailed the rocks with seemingly resistless -fury, and as the rocks stood fast in the courage -of their immovability, so at Petersburg the opposing -forces met, day after day, with the courage -and determination of inanimate forces.</p> - -<p>Every great gun that either side could bring -from any quarter was placed in position, so that -the fire, continuous by day and by night, grew -steadily greater in volume and more destructive -in effect.</p> - -<p>In this matter of guns, as well as in numbers -of men, the Federals had enormous advantage. -They had arsenals and foundries equipped with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[219]</a></span> -the most improved machinery to supply them, -and they could draw freely upon the armouries -of Europe, besides. The Confederates had no -such resources. The few and small shops within -their command were antiquated in their equipment -and very sharply limited in their capacity. -But they did their best.</p> - -<p>As soon as regular siege operations began, -the Federals set to work establishing mortar -batteries at every available point. Mortars are -very short guns fired at a high “elevation”; -that is, pointing upward at an angle of forty-five -degrees to the horizon, or more than that, -so as to throw shells high in air and let them -fall perpendicularly upon an enemy’s works, -breaking down defences and reaching points in -rear of works to which ordinary cannon fire cannot -penetrate.</p> - -<p>The lines were so close together—at one -point only fifty yards apart—that everything -had to be done under cover of some kind, and -thus mortars became a vitally necessary arm -with which to break down the enemy’s cover. -The Confederates had none of these guns at -first, but their foundries were at least capable -of manufacturing so simple a weapon in a rude<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[220]</a></span> -but effective fashion, making the mortars of -iron instead of brass, and mounting them in -oaken blocks heavily banded with wrought iron. -In a very brief time the mortars began to arrive, -and their numbers rapidly increased, but there -were very few of the officers who knew how to -handle a weapon so wholly different from ordinary -guns both in construction and in methods -of use.</p> - -<p>This scarcity of mortar-skilled officers in the -lower grades gave Owen Kilgariff his opportunity. -The thought occurred to him suddenly -on the day after his vigil, and he acted upon it -at once.</p> - -<p>He wrote to Arthur Brent, addressing his -letter to Wyanoke, whence it would of course -be forwarded should Doctor Brent be at Petersburg -still.</p> - -<div class="pbq"> - -<p class="p1">I want you, Arthur [he wrote], to use your influence -in my behalf in a matter that touches me closely. -For several reasons I want to be ordered from this -place to Petersburg. For one thing, there is a matter -of business, vitally interesting to you and me and -closely involving the welfare of others. I simply must -see you concerning it without delay. If I can get to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[221]</a></span> -Petersburg, I can see you, for Wyanoke is near enough -to the beleaguered city for you to visit me in the -trenches. There are other reasons, but the necessity -of seeing you is the most important and the least personal -to myself, so I need not bother you now with -the other considerations that move me to desire this -change, which you can bring about if you will—and -I am sure you will.</p> - -<p>I should ask for the transfer of the battery now -under my command, if I did not know that it would -be idle to do so. For some reason General Early -seems to have taken a fancy to me, and still more to -two highly improved rifle guns that I recently added -to the battery by capture. He will never let me go -unless compelled by orders to do so.</p> - -<p>But I see another way. I learn that our mortar -fire at Petersburg is less effective than it should be, by -reason of our lack of battery officers skilled in handling -that species of ordnance. Now that is a direction -in which I could render specially valuable service, not -only by commanding many mortar pits myself, and -instructing the men, but also by teaching our unskilled -battery officers what to do with such guns, and -how to do it. If you will personally see General Lee’s -chief of artillery and lay the case before him, I am -sure he will order me transferred to the trenches. -You can tell him that I was graduated at Annapolis,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[222]</a></span> -taking special honours in gunnery. You need tell -him no more of my personal history than that after -graduation I resigned from the navy to study medicine, -and that you learned to know me well in our -student days at Jena, Berlin, and Paris.</p> - -<p>Do this thing for me, Arthur, and do it as quickly -as possible. And as soon as I reach Petersburg, make -some occasion to see me there, bearing in mind that -to see you with reference to matters of vital importance -to others is my primary purpose in asking for -this transfer.</p></div> - -<p class="p1">Arthur Brent was at Wyanoke when this letter -came, but he hastened to Petersburg to execute -his friend’s commission. He told more of -Kilgariff’s personal history than Kilgariff had -suggested. That is to say, he told of his gallantry -at Spottsylvania and of its mention in -general orders. He had neither to urge nor -beseech. No sooner was the chief of artillery -made aware of the facts than he answered:—</p> - -<p>“I want such a man badly. Orders for his -immediate transfer to the lines here shall go -to-day.”</p> - -<p>So it came about that before the end of that -week, Owen Kilgariff stood in a drenching -rain-storm and nearly up to his knees in the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[223]</a></span> -mud of a mortar pit at Petersburg, bombarding -a salient in the enemy’s lines.</p> - -<p>The storm of bullets and rifle shells that -raged around his pits was as ceaseless as the -downpour of rain, but as calmly as a schoolmaster -expounding a lesson in algebra, he alternately -instructed his men and explained to the -half a dozen subaltern officers who had been -sent to him to learn. He was teaching them -the methods of mortar range-finding, the details -of powder-gauging for accuracy, the art of fuse-cutting, -and all the rest of it, when out of a -badly exposed covered way came Doctor Arthur -Brent to greet him.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[224]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="ch">XVI</h2> - -<p class="pch">THE STARVING TIME</p> - -<p class="drop-cap04">THE stress of war had now fallen upon -every Southern household. Its terrors -had invaded every home. Its -privations made themselves manifest in scanty -food upon tables that had been noted for lavish -and hospitable abundance, and in a score of -other ways. The people of Virginia were not -only standing at bay, heroically confronting an -invading force three or four times outnumbering -their own armies, but at the same time starvation -itself was staring them in the face.</p> - -<p>The food supplies of Virginia were exhausted. -Half the State had been trampled over by contending -armies, until it was reduced to a desert -so barren that—as Sheridan picturesquely -stated the case—“the crow that flies over it -must carry his rations with him.” The other -half of the State, already stripped to bareness, -was compelled during that terrible summer,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[225]</a></span> -almost wholly to support the army at Richmond -and Petersburg and the army in the valley, for -the reason that the means of drawing even -scanty supplies from the well-nigh exhausted -country farther south were practically destroyed. -Little by little Grant had extended -his left southward and westward until it crossed -the Weldon Railroad south of Petersburg, thus -severing that most important line of communication. -In the meanwhile the Federal cavalry -was continually raiding the South Side Railroad -and the Richmond and Danville Line, tearing -up tracks, burning the wooden bridges, and -so seriously interrupting traffic as to render -those avenues of communication with the South -practically valueless, so far at least as the bringing -of supplies for the armies was concerned.</p> - -<p>Thus Virginia had not only to bear the -calamities of the war, but also, single-handed, -to maintain the armies in the field, and Virginia -was already stripped to the point of -nakedness.</p> - -<p>Yet the people bore all with patriotic cheerfulness. -They emptied their smokehouses, -their corncribs, and their granaries. They -sent even their milky herds to the slaughter,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[226]</a></span> -by way of furnishing meat for soldiers’ rations, -and they went thereafter without milk and -butter for lack of cows, as they were already -going without meat. Those of them who were -near enough the lines desolated their poultry -yards, and lived thereafter upon corn pone, -with greens gathered in the fields and such -perishable fruits as could in no wise be converted -into rations.</p> - -<p>The army was being slowly destroyed by the -daily losses in the trenches, which, excluding -the greater losses of the more strenuous battles, -amounted to about thirty per cent a month in -the commands that defended the most exposed -points. Thus Owen Kilgariff’s mortar command -of two hundred and ten men lost sixty-two -within a single month, and some others -lost still more heavily for lack of the wise discretion -Kilgariff constantly brought to bear -upon the problem of husbanding the lives and -limbs of his men while getting out of them the -uttermost atom of effective service of which -they were capable.</p> - -<p>Whenever a severe mortar fire was opened -upon his line of pits, he would station himself -in a peculiarly exposed position on top of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[227]</a></span> -earth mound that protected his magazine. -From that point he could direct the work of -every gun under his command and at the same -time do much for the protection of his men. -A mortar shell can be seen in the air—particularly -at night, when its flaming fuse is a torch—and -its point of contact and explosion can -be calculated with a good deal of precision. It -was Kilgariff’s practice to watch for the enemy’s -shells, and whenever he saw that one of -them was likely to fall within one or other of -his pits and explode there with the certainty -of blowing a whole gun detachment to atoms, -he would call out the numbers of the exposed -pits, whereupon the men within them would -run into the boom-proofs provided for that purpose -and shelter there till the explosion was -over.</p> - -<p>In the meanwhile, he, posted high upon the -magazine mound, was exposed not only to the -mortar fire that endangered his men, but still -more to a hail-storm of musket bullets and to -a ceaseless flow of rifled cannon shells that -skimmed the edge of his parapet, with fuses so -skilfully timed and so accurately cut that every -shell exploded within a few feet of his head.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[228]</a></span></p> - -<p>Perhaps he was thinking of the kindly bullet -or the friendly shell fragment that was to make -an end of his perplexities. Who knows? Yet -his exposure of himself was not reckless, but -carefully calculated for the preservation of his -men. It was only such as was common among -the Confederate officers at Petersburg, where -the percentage of officers to men among the -killed and wounded was greater than was ever -recorded in any war before or since.</p> - -<p>By this exposure of his own person Kilgariff -undoubtedly saved the lives of many of his -men, all of whom were volunteers who had -offered themselves to man a position so dangerous -that the chief of artillery had refused to -order mortars to occupy it, and had reluctantly -consented to its occupation by Kilgariff and -his desperately daring men as volunteers in an -excessively perilous service. He might have -reduced his losses still more if he had been -willing to order his subordinates at the several -groups of pits to expose themselves as he did in -the interest of the men. But this he refused -to do, on the ground that to order it would be -to exact more than even a soldier’s duty requires -of the bravest man.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[229]</a></span></p> - -<p>One of his sergeants—a boy of fifteen, who -had won promotion by gallantry—had indeed -emulated his captain’s example in the hope of -sparing his men. But the second time he did -it, a Hotchkiss shell carried away his head and -shoulders, and the world suffered loss.</p> - -<p>The hospital service, under such conditions, -was terribly overtaxed, and for relief the plantation -houses were asked to receive and care for -such of the wounded as could in any wise be -removed to their hospitable shelter. Thus, -presently, every half-starving family in the -land was caring for and feeding as best it -could from three to a dozen wounded men.</p> - -<p>At Wyanoke Dorothy had met this emergency -by establishing a regular hospital camp, -in which she received and cared for not less -than fifty wounded officers and men. With the -wise foresight that was part of her mental -make-up, and aided by Arthur’s advance perceptions -of what this terrible campaign was -likely to bring forth, Dorothy had begun early -in the spring to prepare for the emergency. -She had withdrawn a large proportion of the -field hands from the cultivation of crops, and -set them at work raising garden stuff instead.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[230]</a></span> -To the same end, she had diverted to her gardens -a large part of the stable fertiliser which -was ordinarily spread upon corn, wheat, or -tobacco lands. She had said to Arthur:—</p> - -<p>“There is nothing certain after this year -except disaster. We must meet disaster as -bravely as we can, and leave the future to take -care of itself. I shall devote all our resources -this year, outside the poppy fields, to the production -of food stuffs—vegetables, fowls, and -pigs—with which to feed the wounded who -must presently come to us.”</p> - -<p>Thus it came about that Dorothy was able to -care for fifty wounded men at a time, when the -mistresses of other plantations as great as -Wyanoke and Pocahontas found themselves -sorely taxed in taking ten. And as the wounded -men were impatient to get back into the trenches -as soon as their injuries were endurably half -healed, the ministry of mercy at Wyanoke was -brought to bear upon many hundreds of brave -fellows during that most terrible of summers, -and the fame of Dorothy Brent as an angel of -mercy and kindness spread throughout the army, -fairly rivalling that of her mother—unknown -as such—Madame Le Sud. Madame Le Sud,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[231]</a></span> -defiant alike of weariness and danger, poured -water down many parched throats on Cemetery -Hill at Petersburg, until at last a Minié ball -made an end of her ministry; and on that same -day a dozen brave fellows fell while carving her -name on a rude boulder which marked the place -of her final sacrifice. The places of those who -fell in this service were promptly taken by -others equally intent, at whatever cost, upon -marking for remembrance the spot on which -that woman gave up her life who had ministered -so heroically to human suffering.</p> - -<p>All these things are only incidents illustrative -of that heroism on the part of women which the -poet, if we had a poet, would seize upon as the -vital and essential story of the Confederate war. -If that heroism could be properly celebrated, it -would make a literature worthy to stand shoulder -to shoulder with the hero-songs of old -Homer himself. But that story of woman’s -love and woman’s sacrifice has never been told -and never will be, for the reason that there is -none worthy to tell it among those of us who -survive of those who saw it and knew the self-sacrificing -absoluteness of its heroism.</p> - -<p>Into all this work of mercy Evelyn Byrd<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[232]</a></span> -entered not only with enthusiasm, but with the -tireless energy of healthy youth and with a -queer sagacity—born, perhaps, of her strange -life-experience—which enabled her sometimes -to double or quadruple the beneficent effects of -her work by the deftness of its doing.</p> - -<p>Her enthusiasm in the cause rather astonished -Dorothy, at first. If the girl had been brought -up in Virginia, if her home had always been -there, if she had had a people of her own there, -with a father and a brother in the trenches, her -devotion would have been natural enough. But -none of those reasons for her enthusiasm existed. -She had probably been born in Virginia, -or at least of Virginian parentage, though even -that assumption rested upon no better foundation -than the fact that she bore a historic Virginian -name. She had lived elsewhere during -her childhood and youth. She had come into -the Southern country under compulsion, and -three fourths of the war was over before she -came. So far as she knew, she had no relatives -in Virginia, and very certainly she had none -there whom she knew and loved.</p> - -<p>Yet she was passionate almost to madness in -her Virginianism, and she was self-sacrificing<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[233]</a></span> -even beyond the standards of the other heroic -women around her.</p> - -<p class="pbq p1">That she should enter passionately into any cause -into which she enters at all [wrote Dorothy to Arthur -during one of his absences at the front] is altogether -natural. Her nature is passionate in an extreme degree, -and, good as her judgment is when it is cool, -she sends it about its business whenever it assumes to -meddle with her passionate impulses. She has certain -well-fixed principles of conduct, from which she never -departs by so much as a hair’s breadth—chiefly, I -imagine, because they are principles which she has -wrought out in her mind without anybody’s teaching or -anybody’s suggestion. They are the final results of her -own thinking. She regards them as ultimates of truth. -But subject to these, she is altogether a creature of -impulse. Even to save one she loves from great calamity, -she would not think of compromising the most -trivial of her fundamental principles; yet for the sake -of one she loves, she would sacrifice herself illimitably -even upon the most trivial occasion. It is a dangerous -character to possess, but a most interesting one to -study, and certainly it is admirable.</p> - -<p class="p1">Arthur smiled lovingly as he read this analysis. -“How little we know ourselves!” he -exclaimed, in thought. “If I had worked with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[234]</a></span> -pen and paper for a month in an effort to -describe Dorothy’s own character fittingly, I -couldn’t have done it so perfectly as she has -done it in describing the make-up of Evelyn. -Yet she never for one moment suspects the -similarity. Just because the external circumstances -are different in the two cases, she is -utterly blind to the parallel. It doesn’t matter. -It is far better to have such a character as -Dorothy’s than to try to create it—much better -to have it than to know that she has it.”</p> - -<p>It is worthy of observation and remark that -in his thinking about this matter of character, -and admiring and loving it, Arthur Brent connected -the subject altogether with Dorothy, not -at all with Evelyn.</p> - -<p>That was because Arthur Brent was in love -with his wife, and happy is the man with whom -such a love lingers and dominates after the -honeymoon is over!</p> - -<p>One day Dorothy and Evelyn talked of this -matter of Evelyn’s enthusiasm for the Confederate -cause and her passionate devotion to those -who had received wounds in the service of it. -It was Evelyn who started the conversation.</p> - -<p>“The best thing about you, Dorothy,” she<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[235]</a></span> -said, one morning while they two were waiting -for a decoction they were making to drip -through the filtering-paper, “is your devotion -to Cousin Arthur.” Evelyn had come to that -stage of Virginian culture in which affection -expressed itself in the claiming of kinship where -there was none. “It seems to me that that is -the way every woman should feel toward her -husband, if he is worthy of it, as Cousin Arthur -is.”</p> - -<p>“Tell me your whole thought, Byrdie,” answered -Dorothy, who had fastened that pet -name upon her companion. “It interests me.”</p> - -<p>“Well, you see I haven’t seen much of this -sort of thing between husbands and wives, -though I am satisfied it ought to exist in every -marriage. I heard a woman lecture once on -what she called the ‘Subjection of Women.’ -She made me so angry that I wanted to answer -her—mere slip of a girl that I was—but they—well, -I wasn’t let. That isn’t good English, -I know, but it is what I mean. The woman -wanted to strike the word ‘obey’ out of the -marriage service, just as if the form of a marriage -ceremony had anything to do with a real -marriage. As well as I could make out her<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[236]</a></span> -meaning, she wanted every woman to enter -upon wedlock with fixed bayonets, with her -glove in the ring, and with a challenge upon -her lips. I don’t believe in any such marriage -as that. I regard it as an infamous degradation -of a holy relation. It isn’t marriage at all. -It is a mere bargain, like a contract for supplies -or any other contract. You see, I had never -seen a perfect marriage like yours and Cousin -Arthur’s at that time, but I had thought about -it, because I had seen the other kind. It was -my idea that in a true marriage the wife would -obey for love, while for love the husband would -avoid commanding. I don’t think I can explain—but -you understand me, Dorothy—you must -understand, because it is just so with you and -Cousin Arthur.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, I understand,” answered Dorothy.</p> - -<p>“Of course you do. You are never so happy -as in doing whatever you think Cousin Arthur -would like you to do, and he never wants you to -do anything except what it pleases you to do. -I reckon the whole thing may be ciphered down -to this: you love Cousin Arthur, and Cousin Arthur -loves you; each wants the other to be free -and happy, and each acts as is most likely to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[237]</a></span> -produce that result. I can’t think of any better -way than that.”</p> - -<p>“Neither can I,” answered Dorothy, with two -glad tears glistening on her cheeks; “and I am -glad that you understand. I can’t imagine anything -that could be better for you than to think in -that way. But tell me, Byrdie, why you are so -enthusiastic in our Southern cause and in your -ministry to our wounded soldiers?”</p> - -<p>“Because your cause is my cause. I haven’t -any friends in the world but you and Cousin -Arthur, and—your friends.”</p> - -<p>Dorothy observed that the girl paused before -adding “—and your friends,” and Dorothy understood -that the girl was thinking of Owen -Kilgariff. To Dorothy it meant much that she -avoided all mention of Kilgariff’s name.</p> - -<p>The girl had completely lost her mannerisms -of speech in a very brief while, a fact which -Dorothy attributed to her rare gift of imitation. -Only once in a great while, when she was under -excitement, did she lapse into the peculiarities -either of pronunciation or of construction which -had at first been so marked a characteristic of -her utterance. She read voraciously now, reading -always, apparently, with minute attention<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[238]</a></span> -to language in her eager desire to learn. Her -time for reading was practically made time. -That is to say, it consisted chiefly of brief intervals -between occupations. She was up every -morning at five o’clock, in order that she might -go to the stables and personally see to it that -the horses and mules were properly fed and -curried.</p> - -<p>“The negroes neglect them shamefully when -I am not there in Cousin Arthur’s place,” she -said, “and it is cruel to neglect poor dumb beasts -that cannot provide for themselves or even utter -a complaint.”</p> - -<p>As soon after seven as Dorothy’s nursery -duties permitted, the two mounted their horses -and rode away for a half-intoxicating draught of -the air of a Virginia summer morning. Returning -to a nine o’clock “breakfast of rags,” as -Dorothy called the scant, makeshift meal that -alone was possible to them in that time of stress, -Evelyn went at once to the laboratory. After -setting matters going there, she mounted again -and rode away to the camp of the wounded soldiers -to whose needs she ministered with a skill -and circumspection that had been born of her -peculiar experience in remote places.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[239]</a></span></p> - -<p>“The best medicine she brings us,” said one -of the wounded men, one day, “is her laugh.” -And yet Evelyn rarely laughed at all. It was -her ever present smile and the general joyousness -of her countenance that the invalids interpreted -as laughter.</p> - -<p>She always carried a light shot-gun with her, -and she rarely returned to the “gre’t house” -without three or four squirrels for her own and -Dorothy’s dinner. Now and then she filled her -bag with partridges—or “quails,” as those most -toothsome of game birds are generally, and quite -improperly, called at the North. When September -came, she got an occasional wild turkey also, -her skill both in finding game and in the use of -her gun being unusually good.</p> - -<p>One day Dorothy challenged her on this -point.</p> - -<p>“You are a sentimentalist on the subject of -animals,” she said, “and yet you are a huntswoman.”</p> - -<p>“But why not?” asked Evelyn, in astonishment -at the implied question. “In the summer, the -wild creatures multiply enormously. When the -winter comes, they starve to death because there -is not food enough. In the fall, the woods are<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[240]</a></span> -full of them; in the spring, there are very few. -Nine tenths of them must die in any case, and -if my gun hastens the death of one, it betters -the chance of another to survive. I could never -deceive them, or persuade them to trust me and -then betray their trust. I don’t think I am a -sentimentalist, Dorothy, and—”</p> - -<p>Just then Dorothy thought of something else -and said it, and the conversation was diverted -into other channels.</p> - -<p>Nearly always Evelyn had a book with her, -which she read at odd moments, and quite always -she had one book or more lying around the -house, each open at the place at which she had -last read, and each lying ready to her hand -whenever a moment of leisure should come in -her very busy day. For besides her attendance -upon the sick, she relieved Dorothy of the -greater part of her household duties, and was -tireless in her work in the laboratory. Her -knowledge of chemistry was scant, of course, -but she had quickly and completely mastered -the processes in use in the laboratory, and her -skill in drug manufacture was greater than that -of many persons more familiar with the technical -part of that work.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[241]</a></span></p> - -<p>She had from the first taken exclusive care -of her own room, peremptorily ordering all the -maids to keep out of it.</p> - -<p>“A maid always reminds me,” she said to -Dorothy, by way of offering an explanation -that did not explain; for she did not complete -her sentence. But so earnest was her objection -that, even to the daily polishing of the white -ash floor with a pine needle rubbing, she did -everything within those precincts with her own -hands.</p> - -<p>Dorothy let her have her way. It was Dorothy’s -habit to let others do as they pleased so -long as their pleasing was harmless.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[242]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="ch">XVII</h2> - -<p class="pch">A GUN-PIT CONFERENCE</p> - -<p class="drop-cap06">FOR full half an hour after Arthur Brent -came out of the covered way and greeted -his friend, Kilgariff’s bombardment and -the enemy’s vigorous response continued. Arthur -Brent stood by his friend in the midst of it -all quite as if “the scream of shot, the burst of -shell, and the bellowing of the mortars” had -been nothing more than a harmless exhibition -of “pyrotechny for our neighbour moon,” as -Bailey phrases it in <i>Festus</i>.</p> - -<p>It did not occur to Kilgariff to invite Doctor -Brent to take refuge in one of the bomb-proofs -till the fierceness of the fire should be past. It -never did occur to Owen Kilgariff that a gentleman -of education and culture could think of -shrinking from danger, even though, as in this -case, he had nothing to do with the war business -immediately in hand, but was, technically -at least, a non-combatant. Indeed, that gallant<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[243]</a></span> -corps of doctors who constituted the medical -field-service in the Confederate army never did -regard themselves as non-combatants, at least -so far as going into or keeping out of danger -was concerned. They fired no guns, indeed, -but in all other ways they participated in the -field-fighting on quite equal terms with officers -of the line. Wherever their duty called them, -wherever an errand of mercy demanded their -presence, they went without hesitation and stayed -without flinching. They performed the most -delicate operations, where a moment’s unsteadiness -of hand must have cost a human life, while -shells were bursting about their heads and multitudinous -bullets were whistling in their ears. -Sometimes their patients were blown out of -their hands by a cannon shot. Sometimes the -doctors themselves went to their death while -performing operations on the battlefield.</p> - -<p>In one case a surgeon was shot unto death -while holding an artery end. But while waiting -for the death that he knew must come within -the brief space of a few minutes, the gallant -fellow held his forceps firmly and directed his -assistant how to tie the blood vessel. Then he -gave up the ghost, in the very act of thus saving<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[244]</a></span> -a human life perhaps not worth a hundredth part -of his own. The heroism of war does not lie -altogether with those who make desperate -charges or desperately receive them.</p> - -<p>Arthur Brent was high in rank in that medical -corps, the cool courage of whose members, if it -could be adequately set forth, would constitute -as heroic a story as any that has ever been related -in illustration of daring and self-sacrifice, -and he honoured his rank in his conduct. His -duty lay sometimes in the field, whither he went -to organise and direct the work of others, and -sometimes in the laboratory, where no element -of danger existed. In either case he did his -duty with never a thought of self and never a -question of the cost.</p> - -<p>On this occasion he stood upon the exposed -mound of the magazine, watching Kilgariff’s -splendid work with the guns, until at last the -bombardment ceased as suddenly and as meaninglessly -as it had begun; for that was the way -with bombardments on those lines.</p> - -<p>When at last the fire sank to its ordinary dead -level of ceaseless sharp-shooting, with only now -and then a cannon shot to punctuate the irregular -rattle of the rifles, Kilgariff gave the order,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[245]</a></span> -“Cease firing,” and the clamorous mortars were -stilled. Then he turned to the officers who had -come to him for instruction, and said:—</p> - -<p>“Some of my men have been quick to learn -and are now experts. If any of you gentlemen -desire it, I will send some of the best of them to -you now and then to help you instruct your cannoniers -and your gunners. You will yourselves -impress upon the magazine men the importance -of not compressing the powder in measuring it. -A very slight inattention at that point often -makes a difference of twenty-five or fifty yards -in the range, and so renders worthless and ineffective -a shell which might otherwise do its -work well. If you need the services of any of -my men as tutors to your own, pray call upon -me. Now good evening. I’m sorry I cannot -invite you to sup with me, but I really haven’t -so much as a hard-tack biscuit to offer you.”</p> - -<p>When the officers had gone, Kilgariff and -Brent seated themselves on top of the magazine -mound and talked.</p> - -<p>“First of all,” said Arthur Brent, “I want to -hear about the things personal to yourself. You -put them aside, in your letter, as of smaller consequence -than the matters, whatever they were,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[246]</a></span> -which related to others. I do not so regard -them. So tell me first of them.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, those things have pretty well settled -themselves,” answered Kilgariff, with a touch of -disgust in his tone. “It was only that I very -much wanted to decline this captain’s commission, -under which I have been commanding sixty -mortars and something like a battalion of men -here. General Early fairly forced the rank -upon me, after Captain Pollard lost his leg—”</p> - -<p>“By the way,” interrupted Doctor Brent, -“Pollard is at Wyanoke and convalescent. With -his superb constitution and his lifelong wholesomeness -of living, his recovery has been rapid. -He very much wants to see you. He would like -you to continue in command of his battery—or -would have liked it if you had not been transferred -to Petersburg. He is a major now, you -know, promoted for gallantry and good service, -and when he returns to duty (which will be -within a day or two) he will have command of -his battalion. Of course, your special qualification -for the work you are doing here forbids -you to go back to your battery. The chief of -artillery would never permit that. But I’m interrupting. -Tell me what you set out to say.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[247]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Well, it’s all simple enough. You know my -reasons for wishing to be an enlisted man rather -than a commissioned officer. When I wrote to -you, I was acting as captain under General -Early’s peremptory orders, but the commission -he had asked the authorities at Richmond to -send me had not yet come. I knew that if it -should come while I was with Early, he would -never let me decline it. He would have refused -even to forward my declination through the regular -channels. It was my hope to get myself -ordered to Petersburg before the commission -could come.</p> - -<p>“In that case, I thought, I could decline it -and take service in my own non-commissioned -rank as sergeant-major and special drill-master -for the mortar batteries. But the commission -came, through Early, on the day before I left -the valley, and when I reported here for duty, -asking to have it cancelled, the chief of artillery -peremptorily refused. He took me to General -Lee’s headquarters and there explained the -situation. General Lee settled the matter by -saying that I could render much better service -with a commission than without one, and that -he ‘desired’ me to act in the capacity to which<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[248]</a></span> -I had been commissioned. I had no choice but -to yield to his wish, of course, so I took command -here as captain, and immediately all the -fragments of batteries that had been disintegrated -during the campaign, and especially -those whose officers had been killed or captured, -were turned over to me to be converted into -mortar men.</p> - -<p>“They number about two hundred and fifty -men, some of whom are non-commissioned officers, -ranking all the way from corporal to sergeant-major, -so that it is impossible to handle -the command effectively under a single company -organisation. I made a report on the -matter two days ago suggesting that the body -be organised into a number of small, compact -companies, and that some major of artillery -already holding his commission be ordered to -assume control of the whole. To-day came my -reply—about two hours ago. It was to the -effect that by recommendation of the chief of -artillery, approved by General Lee, I had been -appointed lieutenant-colonel, in command of all -the mortars on this part of the line. I am -instructed to organise this service with a view -to effectiveness, and to report only through the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[249]</a></span> -chief of artillery, without the intervention of -any colonel or brigadier or major-general. I -cannot refuse to obey such orders, given in aid -of effective service. I cannot even ask to be -excused without offering an affront to my superiors -and seeming, at least, to shirk that service -in which they think I can make the best use of -my capacities in behalf of our cause.</p> - -<p>“So that matter has settled itself. I shall -have two stars sewed upon my collar to-night, -and to-morrow morning I shall begin the work -of reorganising the mortar service. I shall -encounter very black looks in the countenances -of some of the courteous captains whom you -saw here half an hour ago. They are men who -care for military rank, as I do not, and they will -not be pleased to find themselves overslaughed -by my promotion. They will never believe that -I wish, even more heartily than they can, that -some one of them had been set to do this duty, -and that I might have returned to the ranks. -But a soldier must take what comes. I must -accept their black looks, and their jealousies, -and perhaps even the lasting enmity of some of -them, precisely as I accept the fact of the shells -flung at me by the enemy.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[250]</a></span></p> - -<p>At that moment a sergeant approached, and, -saluting, said:—</p> - -<p>“Captain Kilgariff”—for Kilgariff had not -yet announced his promotion even to his men—“one -of the men is hurt by a fragment of the -shell that burst over us half a minute ago. He -seems badly wounded.”</p> - -<p>Instantly Kilgariff and Arthur Brent hurried -to the pit where the wounded man lay, and -Doctor Brent dressed his wound, which was -serious. At his suggestion, Kilgariff ordered -two of the men to carry the stricken one to -the rear through the covered way, and deliver -him to the surgeons of the nearest field-hospital.</p> - -<p>Just as the party started, a huge fifteen-inch -mortar shell descended from a great height, -struck the apex of the earth mound that covered -the magazine, where ten minutes before the two -friends had been sitting in converse, and there -instantly exploded with great violence.</p> - -<p>Kilgariff hastened to inspect. He found the -magazine intact, so far, at least, as its contents -were concerned. There were more than a thousand -pounds of Dupont rifle powder there, secured -in wooden boxes called “monkeys,” and -there were two thousand mortar shells there<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[251]</a></span> -also, each weighing twenty-four pounds, each -terribly destructive, potentially at least, and -each loaded with a heavy charge of gunpowder. -Fortunately the explosion of the gigantic shell -had not ignited the magazine. Had it done so, -neither a man nor a gun nor any trace of either -would have remained in all that circle of mortar -pits, to tell the tale of their occupancy.</p> - -<p>But practically all of the earth that had constituted -the mound had been blown completely -away, and some of the timbers that had supported -it had been crushed till they had broken -and fallen in. The man who had been in charge -of the magazine was found crushed to a pulp by -the falling of the timbers.</p> - -<p>When Kilgariff had fully explored, and discovered -the extent of the disaster, he swore. -Pointing to the mangled body of the man who -had been caught in the ruin, he said to Arthur -Brent:—</p> - -<p>“There was never a better man than Johnny -Garrett. He had a wife and four children up -in Fauquier County. The wife is a widow -now, and the children are orphans, and Johnny -Garrett is a shapeless mass of inert human flesh, -all because of the incapacity of an engineer,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[252]</a></span> -damn him! I know the fellow—” But before -continuing, Kilgariff turned to a sergeant and -said:—</p> - -<p>“Go at once to General Gracie’s headquarters, -and say that Lieutenant-colonel Kilgariff—be -sure to say <i>Lieutenant-colonel Kilgariff</i>—commanding -the mortars, asks the instant attendance -of a capable engineer and at least -twenty-five sappers and miners to repair damages -and guard against an imminent danger at -Fort Lamkin. If General Gracie cannot furnish -the assistance needed, go to General Bushrod -Johnson’s headquarters and prefer a like -request. Take a look first, and you’ll understand -how imperative it is to get help at once. -There lie a thousand pounds of rifle powder exposed -to every spark that a shell may fling into -it; and there are two thousand loaded shells to -explode. Go quickly, and don’t return without -the assistance required.”</p> - -<p>Ten minutes later came the sappers and -miners, armed with picks, shovels, axes, and the -other tools of their trade. At their head was -the engineer officer, Captain Harbach, who had -constructed the magazine in the first place.</p> - -<p>Kilgariff was a cool, self-possessed person,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[253]</a></span> -who very rarely lost his temper in any obvious -fashion. But when he saw Harbach in command, -he had difficulty in controlling himself. -Pointing to the ruined magazine, he said:—</p> - -<p>“See one result of your carelessness and gross -ignorance.”</p> - -<p>Then, pointing to the crushed and mangled -body of Johnny Garrett, he added:—</p> - -<p>“Look upon another result of your criminality -in seeking a commission in the engineers -when you perfectly knew you had no adequate -knowledge of engineering. When you were -constructing that magazine, I warned you that -your single tier of timbers under the earth was -insufficient. I reminded you of the importance -of adequately protecting the vast amount of -powder that must be stored there. I begged -you to use longer timbers for the sake of greater -elasticity, and to use three tiers of them instead -of one. Your rank at that time was older than -my own, and I could only give you advice, which -you disregarded. You now have before you -abundant evidence of your own criminal ignorance, -your own criminal neglect of plain duty, -your own criminal folly. For these I shall prefer -charges against you before this night ends,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[254]</a></span> -and I shall press those charges with vigour -enough to offset even the personal and political -influence that secured a commission for an incapable -like you.”</p> - -<p>Kilgariff was in a towering rage, and with -the mangled body of Johnny Garrett lying there -before him for his text, he found it impossible -to restrain his speech; but to the very end, that -speech was so far under control that its tones, -at least, gave no indication of the excitement -that inspired it. If the man speaking had been -delivering a university lecture, his voice and -manner could scarcely have been under better -control.</p> - -<p>When he paused, Harbach broke in:—</p> - -<p>“Be careful of your words, Captain Kilgariff—”</p> - -<p>“Lieutenant-colonel Kilgariff, if you please; -that is my present rank, and I’ll trouble you -to recognise it.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, well, Lieutenant-colonel Kilgariff, if -that pleases you better. Be careful of your -words. You have already spoken some for -which I shall hold you responsible.”</p> - -<p>“Quite right,” answered Kilgariff. “I hold -myself responsible, and I’ll answer for my<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[255]</a></span> -words in any way and at any time and to any -extent that you may desire. But meanwhile, -and as your superior officer, I now order you to -set to work to render that magazine safe. As -your superior officer, I shall assume authority -to direct your work and to insist that it shall -be done as I command. Let your men shovel -away all that remains of the earth mound and -send your axe-men into the timber there to cut -seventy or eighty sticks, each twenty-three feet -long and eight inches in diameter.”</p> - -<p>The captain showed signs of standing on his -dignity by refusing, but Kilgariff promptly -brought him to terms by saying:—</p> - -<p>“Whenever you want to call me to account, I -shall respond—I’ll do it in an hour hence, if -you choose. But for the sake of the lives of -some hundreds of men, I am going to have this -magazine securely constructed within the briefest -possible time. After that, I shall be very -much at your service. You may either set your -men at work in the way I have suggested, or -you may return to your quarters, in which case -I shall assume command of your men and do -the work myself. If you elect to return to your -quarters, I pledge you my honour as an officer<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[256]</a></span> -that I shall not make your desertion of duty at -a critical moment the subject of an additional -charge in the court-martial proceedings that I -shall surely institute against you to-morrow -morning.”</p> - -<p>Thus permitted, Captain Harbach retired -through the covered way, and Owen Kilgariff -assumed command of the men he had left behind -him.</p> - -<p>Within two hours, the magazine was reconstructed, -and so strongly that no danger remained -of the kind that had threatened the -lives of Owen Kilgariff’s men.</p> - -<p>When all was done, Kilgariff turned again to -Arthur Brent and said:—</p> - -<p>“Now let us resume our conversation.”</p> - -<p>“But what about this quarrel with Captain -Harbach? He will surely challenge you.”</p> - -<p>“Of course, and I shall accept. Never mind -that. He may possibly shoot me through the -head or heart or lungs. The chance of that renders -it only the more imperative that you and I -shall talk out our talk. I have much to say to -you that must be said before morning. Besides, -I must prepare my charges against Captain -Harbach. It is a duty that I owe to the service<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[257]</a></span> -to expose the arrogant incapacity of such -men as he. Such incapacity imperils the lives -of better men, by scores and hundreds, every -day. If I can do anything to purge the service -of such incapables—men whose fathers’ -or friends’ influence has secured commissions -for them to assume duties which they are utterly -incapable of discharging properly or even with -tolerable safety to the lives of other men—it -will be a greatly good achievement. Let us -talk now of something else.”</p> - -<p>Then he told Arthur about the papers that -the man who called himself Campbell had intrusted -to his keeping.</p> - -<p>“The matter sorely embarrasses me,” he explained. -“I don’t know what I ought to do. -Of course I am in no way bound by that fellow’s -half-spoken, half-suggested injunction not to -give the papers to Evelyn till she attains the -age of twenty-one. I completely disregard that. -But there are other things to be thought of. -My command here on the lines is losing from -twenty to thirty per cent of its personnel each -month. Nothing is more likely than that I -shall turn up among the ‘killed in action’ some -morning. If I keep the papers with me, they<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[258]</a></span> -are liable to fall into other and perhaps unfriendly -hands at any moment. As I have not -the remotest notion of what is recorded in them, -of course I cannot even conjecture how much -of harm that might work to Evelyn. You perfectly -understand that her welfare, her comfort, -her feelings, constitute the controlling consideration -with me.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, yes, I understand that,” said Arthur.</p> - -<p>“Don’t jest, if you please,” broke in Kilgariff, -with a note of offence in his voice.</p> - -<p>“My dear fellow,” answered Arthur, with profound -seriousness, “nothing could be farther -from my thought than jesting on a subject so -serious. I beg you to believe—”</p> - -<p>“I do. I believe you implicitly. But somehow -this explosion, and poor Johnny Garrett’s -needless death, and my quarrel with that reckless -incapable, Harbach, have set my nerves on -edge, so that I am querulous. Forgive me, and -let me go on. As to these papers, I want to do -that which is best for Evelyn; but I don’t know -what is best, and I can’t find out by questioning -my own mind. You see, I not only do not know -what is in the papers, but I do not even know -what circumstances gave them birth, or what<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[259]</a></span> -purpose of good or evil lies behind them, or -what distressing revelations they may make for -her affliction. The cold-blooded gambler, swindler, -adventurer, cheat, who gave the papers to -me is—or was, for I don’t know whether he is -now dead or alive—capable of any atrocity. -He admitted to me that he had cruelly persecuted -the girl, his daughter. It would not be -inconsistent with his character, I think, for him -to send her from his deathbed a bundle of papers -that should needlessly afflict and torture -her. He cherished quite enough of enmity to -me, I think, to make him happy in the conviction -that he had made me his unwilling and unwitting -agent in inflicting such wounds upon her -spirit.</p> - -<p>“Thus I dare not give her the papers, nor -dare I withhold them, lest thereby I do her a -wrong. Counsel me, my friend. Tell me what -I should do!”</p> - -<p>“Consult Dorothy,” answered Arthur. “Her -judgment in such a case will be immeasurably -wiser than yours or mine, or both combined.”</p> - -<p>“Thank you. That is the best solution. I -wonder I didn’t think of it before. I will act -upon it at once. I’ll send the papers to Dorothy<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[260]</a></span> -by your hand, and I’ll ask you also to bear -her a letter in which I shall beg for her judgment. -That’s the end of one of my perplexities, for the -time being at least. Now let us talk of another -thing that concerns me very deeply. I am a -pretty rich man, as you know. I own some -real estate in New York City. That will probably -be confiscated when this war comes to an -end, as you and I clearly see that it must do -very soon. I own a good many stocks and -bonds and other securities, which cannot be so -easily confiscated, inasmuch as they are in possession -of my bankers, who are like drums for -tightness, and are besides my very good friends. -In addition to these things, the bulk of my fortune -is invested in Europe, where it cannot be -confiscated at all. The securities are held by -the Liverpool branch of Frazer, Trenholm, and -Company, of Charleston, for my account, so -that they are perfectly safe.</p> - -<p>“Now the only relatives I have in the world, -so far as I know, are my brother and his family. -I have every reason for desiring that none -of them shall ever get a single cent from my estate. -So much on the negative side. Affirmatively, -I very earnestly desire that every dollar<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[261]</a></span> -I have in the world shall go at my death to the -one woman I ever loved—Evelyn Byrd.</p> - -<p>“It may seem to you a simple and easy thing -to arrange that, but it is not so. Any will that -I might make cutting off my relatives from the -inheritance of my property would be obstinately -contested in the courts.”</p> - -<p>“But upon what grounds?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, the lawyers can be trusted to find reasons -‘as plenty as blackberries.’ For one thing, -they could insist that I was a dead man long -before the date of my will.”</p> - -<p>“How do you mean?”</p> - -<p>“Why, when I escaped from Sing Sing, there -were two other men with me. As we swam out -into the Hudson, the guards opened a vigorous -fire upon us. One of my companions was killed -outright, his face being badly mutilated by the -bullets. The other was wounded and recaptured. -He positively identified the dead man’s body as -mine. It was buried in my name, and my death -was officially recorded as a fact. So, you see, I -am officially a dead man, if ever my relatives -have occasion to prove me so. But apart from -that, my estate, when I die, will be a sufficiently -large carcass to induce a great gathering of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[262]</a></span> -buzzards about it. With half a million dollars -or more to fight over, the lawyers may be trusted -to find ample grounds for fighting.”</p> - -<p>“It seems a difficult problem to solve,” said -Arthur, meditatively. “I don’t see how you can -manage it.”</p> - -<p>“Such matters are easy enough when one has -friends, as I have, who may be trusted implicitly. -I have thought this matter out, and I think I -know how to handle the situation.”</p> - -<p>“Tell me your plan, if you wish.”</p> - -<p>“Of course I wish. My first thought was to -give everything I have in the world to Evelyn -now, giving her deeds for the real estate and -absolute bills of sale for the securities. But of -course I could not do that. I could never gain -her consent to such an arrangement without first -winning her love and making her my affianced -bride.”</p> - -<p>“Do you think that would be impossible?”</p> - -<p>“I do not know—perhaps so. At any rate, -it is out of the question.”</p> - -<p>“I confess I do not see why.”</p> - -<p>“I am a convicted criminal, you know—a -fugitive from justice.”</p> - -<p>“No. You are officially dead. The courts<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[263]</a></span> -of New York will not hold a dead man to be -a fugitive from justice. And morally you are -nothing of the kind. It was not justice, but -infamous injustice, that condemned you.”</p> - -<p>“However that may be, I can never ask Evelyn -Byrd to be my wife, to share the life of a man -who might even possibly be sent back to Sing -Sing. I can never ask her to make of her children -the sons and daughters of a convicted -criminal. I will not do that. So I have thought -out another plan. My second thought was to -turn over all I have to you in trust for Evelyn. -When I am dead, she need not refuse the gift. -But there again is a difficulty. When this war -ends in the complete conquest of the South, as it -soon must, political passion at the North is well-nigh -certain to find expression in acts of wholesale -confiscation, directed against men of wealth -at the South, and men who have served as officers -in our army. They may, indeed, include all -who have served at all, even as privates. At -any rate, you are an officer of high rank, and -between you and Dorothy you are one of the -greatest plantation owners in Virginia. You -are pretty sure to be included in whatever is -done in this way.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[264]</a></span></p> - -<p>“It will not do, therefore, to make you my -trustee for Evelyn. I must have some non-combatant -to serve in that capacity, and, with -your permission, I am going to ask Dorothy to -accept the duty.”</p> - -<p>“You have my permission, certainly. But I -see another danger. Suppose anything should -happen to Dorothy?—God forbid it! Suppose -she should die?”</p> - -<p>“I have thought of all that,” answered Kilgariff, -“and I think I see a way out. I shall -ask Dorothy to select some friend, some woman -whom she can absolutely trust, to serve with -her as a joint trustee, giving full power to the -survivor to carry out the trust in case of the -death of either of the two. I haven’t a doubt -she knows such a woman.”</p> - -<p>“She does—two of them. There is Edmonia -Bannister, one of God’s elect in character, and -there is Mrs. Baillie Pegram—she who was -Agatha Ronald. Either of them would serve -the purpose perfectly.”</p> - -<p>“I’ll get Dorothy to ask both of them,” responded -Kilgariff. “Then all possible contingencies -will be fully met and provided for.</p> - -<p>“Now for present concerns. If I can make a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[265]</a></span> -Confederate taper burn for an hour, I’ll write -my letter to Dorothy, to accompany the papers, -and to ask her to serve me in this matter of the -trusteeship. I have a very capable young lawyer -under my command here as a sergeant. -Early in the morning I shall set him to work -preparing the trust conveyances. He is a rapid -worker, and will have the documents ready by -nightfall. Then I’ll send them to Wyanoke by -a courier. In the meanwhile I have Captain -Harbach on my hands. I’m afraid I must ask -you to act for me in that matter. While we -have been talking, it has occurred to me that -when I prefer my charges against Captain Harbach, -he will be placed under arrest. In that -position he would not be permitted to send me -the hostile message he threatened to-night. It -would be extremely unfair to him to place him -in such a position. I want you to write to him, -if you will, as my friend. Say to him that in -view of his expressed desire to hold me responsible -for words spoken to-night, and in order to -give him opportunity to do so without embarrassment, -I shall postpone for twenty-four hours, -or for a longer time, if for any reason he cannot -conveniently act within twenty-four hours, the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[266]</a></span> -preferring of my official charges against him. -Ask him, please, to advise you of his wishes in -the matter in order that I may comply with -them.”</p> - -<p>“You are a very cool hand, Kilgariff,” said -Arthur, “and your courtesy to an enemy is -extreme.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, courtesy in such a case is a matter of -course. Let me say to you, now, that when I -meet Captain Harbach on the field, I shall fire -high in the air. I have no desire to kill him or -to inflict the smallest hurt upon him. I am -merely giving him the opportunity he desires to -kill me, by way of avenging himself upon me -for the severe criticisms I have made upon his -character, his conduct, and his assumption of -functions that he is incapable of discharging -with tolerable safety to other men. Let me -make this matter plainer to your mind, Arthur. -I do not at all believe in the duello. I think it -barbarous in intent and usually ridiculous in its -conduct. But I had the best of good reasons -for saying what I did to Captain Harbach, and -so I said it. What I said was exceedingly -offensive to him, and the only way he knows -of ‘vindicating’ himself is by challenging me to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[267]</a></span> -a duel. It would be a gross injustice on my -part to refuse to meet him, and to do an injustice -is to commit an immorality. So, of course, -I shall meet him. As I have no desire to do -him other harm than to get him removed from -a position which he is incapable of filling with -safety to others and benefit to the service, I -shall not think of shooting at him. But I shall -give him the privilege he craves of shooting at -me. I really don’t mind, you know, under the -circumstances, except that in any case I shall -postpone his shooting at me till I can execute -the documents relating to my property.”</p> - -<p>“In view of your explanation,” answered -Arthur, “I must decline to act as your friend -in this matter.”</p> - -<p>“But why?”</p> - -<p>“Because I will have no part nor lot in a -murder. I detest duelling, as you do; I regard -it as a relic of feudalism which ought to give -place to something better in our enlightened -and law-governed time. But while it lasts, I -am forced to consent to it, however unwillingly. -I recognise the fact that the right of the individual -to make private war on his own account is -the only basis on which nations can logically<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[268]</a></span> -or even sanely claim the right to make public -war. Nations are only aggregations of individuals, -and their rights are only the sum of the -rights previously possessed by the individuals -composing them. But while I feel in that way -about duelling, I can have no part in a contest -in which I know in advance that one of the contestants -is going to shoot to kill, while the other -is merely standing up to be shot at and does not -himself intend to make war at all.”</p> - -<p>“Very well,” answered Kilgariff. “I’ll get -some one else to send the letter.”</p> - -<p>He summoned an orderly and directed him to -go to a neighbouring camp and ask an officer -there to call upon Lieutenant-colonel Kilgariff, -“concerning a purely personal matter, and not -at all with reference to any matter of service.”</p> - -<p>The officer, a fiery little fellow, responded at -once to the summons, and he promptly wrote—spelling -it very badly—the message which Kilgariff -had asked Arthur to send.</p> - -<p>Half an hour later, the messenger who had -borne the note returned with it unopened. For -explanation, he said:—</p> - - -<p>“Captain Harbach had his head blown off in -the trenches just before daylight this morning.”</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[269]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="ch">XVIII</h2> - -<p class="pch">EVELYN’S REVELATION</p> - -<p class="drop-cap04">IT was during Arthur’s absence at Petersburg -that Evelyn began talking with Dorothy -about herself.</p> - -<p>“It isn’t nice,” she said, as the two sat together -in the porch one day, “for me to have -reserves and secrets with you, Dorothy.”</p> - -<p>“But why not? Every one is entitled to have -reserves. Why should not you?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, because—well, things are different -with me. You are good to me—nobody was -ever so good to me. I am living here, and loving -you and letting you love me, and all the -time you know nothing at all about me. It -isn’t fair. I hate unfairness.”</p> - -<p>“So do I,” answered Dorothy. “But this -isn’t unfair. I never asked you to tell me anything -about yourself.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[270]</a></span></p> - -<p>“That’s the worst of it. That’s what makes -it so mean and ugly and unfair for me to go on -in this way. Why should you be so good to me -when you don’t know anything about me?”</p> - -<p>“Why, because, although I do not know your -history, <i>I know you</i>. If it is painful for you to -tell me about yourself—”</p> - -<p>“It wouldn’t be painful,” the girl answered, -with an absent, meditative look in her eyes. -But she added nothing to the sentence. She -merely caressed Dorothy’s hand. After a little -silence, she suddenly asked:—</p> - -<p>“What’s a ‘parole,’ Dorothy?”</p> - -<p>Dorothy explained, but the explanation did -not seem to satisfy.</p> - -<p>“What does it mean? How much does it -include? How long does it last?”</p> - -<p>Dorothy again explained. Then Evelyn -said:—</p> - -<p>“It was a parole I took. I don’t know what -or how much it bound me not to tell. I wish I -could make that out.”</p> - -<p>“If you could tell me something about the -circumstances,” answered the older woman, -“perhaps I could help you to find out. But -you mustn’t tell me anything unless you wish.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[271]</a></span></p> - -<p>“I should like to tell you everything. You -see, they were trying to send me South, through -the lines somehow. They said I was to be sent -to some relatives—but I reckon that wasn’t -true. Anyhow, they wanted to send me through -the lines, and they had to get permission. So -they took me to a military man of some sort, -and he took my parole. I had to swear not to -tell anything to the enemy, and after I had -sworn that I wouldn’t, he looked very sternly -at me and told me I mustn’t forget that I had -taken an oath not to tell anything I knew.”</p> - -<p>Dorothy answered without hesitation that the -parole referred only to military matters, and not -at all to things that related only to the girl herself -and her life.</p> - -<p>“But, Dorothy, I didn’t know anything about -military affairs—how could I? So I reckon -they couldn’t have meant that.”</p> - -<p>“They could not know what information you -might have, or what messages some one might -send through you. You may be entirely sure, -dear, that your oath meant nothing in the world -beyond that. The military authorities at the -North care nothing about your private affairs or -how much you may talk of them. Still, you are<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[272]</a></span> -not to tell anything that you have doubts about. -You are not to wound your own conscience. I -sometimes think our own consciences are all -there is of Judgment Day. You are always to -remember that Arthur and I are perfectly satisfied -to take you for what you are, asking no -questions as to the rest. We are vain enough -to think ourselves capable of forming our own -judgment concerning the character of a girl like -you. We are not afraid of making any mistake -about that.”</p> - -<p>Evelyn did not reply. She sat still, continuing -to caress Dorothy’s hand. She was thinking -in some troubled fashion, and Dorothy was -wise enough to let her go on thinking without -interruption.</p> - -<p>After a while the girl suddenly dropped the -hand, arose, and went out upon the lawn. Her -mare was grazing there, and Evelyn called the -animal to her. Leaping upon the unsaddled -and unbridled mare, she started off at a gallop. -Presently she slipped off her low shoes, and in -her stocking feet stood erect upon the galloping -animal’s back. With low, almost muttered commands -she directed the mare’s course, making -her leap a fence twice, while her rider sometimes<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[273]</a></span> -stood erect, sometimes knelt, and sometimes -sat for a moment, only to rise again with -as great apparent ease as if she had been occupying -a chair.</p> - -<p>Finally she brought her steed to a halt, leaped -nimbly to the ground, and resumed her slippers. -She walked rapidly back to the porch, and, with -a look of positively painful earnestness in her -face, demanded:—</p> - -<p>“Does <i>that</i> make a difference? Does it alter -your opinion? Do you still believe in me?”</p> - -<p>Her tone was so eager, so intense, that it seemed -almost angry. Dorothy only answered:—</p> - -<p>“It makes no difference.”</p> - -<p>“You know what that means? You guess -where I learned to do that?”</p> - -<p>“Yes.”</p> - -<p>“And still you do not cast me out? Still you -do not command me to go away?”</p> - -<p>“Not at all. Why should I?”</p> - -<p>“But why not? Most women of your class -and in your position would send me away.”</p> - -<p>“I am perhaps not like most women of my -class and condition. At any rate, as I told you -a while ago, I <i>know you</i>, I trust you, I believe -in you. <i>You are you.</i> What else matters? Let<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[274]</a></span> -me tell you a little life-story. My mother was -a musician, who performed in public. Everybody -about here scorned her for that. But she -was the superior of all of them. She was a -woman of genius and strong character. She -hated shams and conventionalities, and she was -a good woman. When the war came, she set -to work nursing the wounded. She was shot to -death a little while ago, and the soldiers loved -her so that they rolled a great boulder over her -grave and carved a loving inscription upon it -with their own hands. Many of them were -killed in doing that; but whenever one fell, -another took his place. Do you think, Evelyn, -that I, her daughter, could ever scorn a good -woman like you, merely because she was or had -been an actor in a show? I tell you, Evelyn -Byrd, I <i>know</i> you, and that is quite enough -for me.”</p> - -<p>“Is it enough for Cousin Arthur?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, assuredly.”</p> - -<p>“And for—well, for others?”</p> - -<p>“If you mean Kilgariff, yes. If you mean -the conventional people, no. So you had better -never say anything about it to them.”</p> - -<p>At Dorothy’s mention of Kilgariff’s name,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[275]</a></span> -Evelyn started as if shocked. But quickly -recovering herself, she said with passion in her -tones:—</p> - -<p>“You are the very best woman in the world, -Dorothy. I shall not long have any secrets -from you.”</p> - -<p>The girl’s agitation was ungovernable. Emotionally -she had passed through a greater crisis -than she had ever known before, and her nerves -were badly shaken. Without trying to utter the -words that would not rise to her quivering lips, -she took refuge in the laboratory, where she set -to work with the impatience of one who must -open a safety valve of some kind, or suffer -collapse. Most women of her age, similarly -agitated, would have gone to their chambers -instead, and vented their feelings in paroxysms -of weeping. Evelyn Byrd was not given to -tears. Perhaps bitter experience had conquered -that feminine tendency in her, though very certainly -it had not robbed her of her intense -femininity in any other way.</p> - -<p>When Dorothy joined her in the laboratory -an hour later, the girl was engaged in an operation -so delicate that the tremor of a finger, -the jarring of a sharply closed door, or even<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[276]</a></span> -a sudden breath of air would have ruined the -work.</p> - -<p>“Step lightly, please,” was all that she said. -Dorothy saw that the girl had completely mastered -herself.</p> - -<p>And Dorothy admired and rejoiced.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[277]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="ch">XIX</h2> - -<p class="pch">DOROTHY’S DECISION</p> - -<p class="drop-cap06">KILGARIFF had not long to wait for -Dorothy’s answer, nor was the reply -an uncertain one. It was not Dorothy’s -habit to be uncertain of her own mind, -especially where any question of right and -wrong was involved. She never hesitated to -do or advise the right as she saw it, and she -never on any account juggled with the truth or -avoided it.</p> - -<p>So far as the trusteeship was concerned, she -accepted the appointment for herself and also -for Edmonia Bannister and Agatha Pegram, -both of whom were within an hour’s ride of -Wyanoke, as Agatha was staying for a time at -Edmonia’s home, Branton. Dorothy had gone -to them at once on receipt of Kilgariff’s letter, -and both had consented to accept the trust.</p> - -<p>That matter out of the way, Dorothy took up -the other with that directness of mind which<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[278]</a></span> -made her always clear-sighted and well-nigh -unerring in judgment, at least where questions -of conduct were concerned.</p> - -<div class="pbq"> - -<p class="p1">I am rather surprised, Kilgariff [she wrote], and not -quite pleased with you. Can you not see that you -have no more right to let me read Evelyn’s papers -than to read them yourself? They are hers to do with -as she pleases, and neither you nor I may so much as -read a line of them without her voluntary consent.</p> - -<p>Neither, I think, have you any right to withhold -them from her. They are her property, and you must -give them to her, as you would her purse, had it come -into your possession. The fact that these papers may -hurt her feelings in the reading has no bearing whatever -on the case. It is not your function to protect -her against unpleasantness by withholding from her -anything to which she has a right, whether it be -property or information or anything else. You are not -her father, or her brother, or her husband, or even a -man affianced to her—this last mainly by your own -fault, I think. It is just like a man to think that he -has a right to wrong a woman by way of protecting -her and sparing her feelings.</p> - -<p>Let me tell you that Evelyn Byrd stands in need -of no such protection. Little as I know of her life-experiences, -that little is far more than you know.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[279]</a></span> -She has suffered; she has known wrong and oppression; -she has had to work out for herself even the -fundamental principles of morality in conduct. Her -experience has been such that it has made her wonderfully -strong, especially in the matter of endurance. -She is tender, loving, sensitive—yes, exquisitely sensitive—but -she has a self-control which amounts to -stoicism—to positive heroism, I should say, if that -word were not a badly overworked one.</p> - -<p>Nevertheless, I have some fear that these papers -may contain things that it will be very painful for her -to read, and I strongly sympathise with your desire -to spare her. I condemn only the method you have -wished to adopt. I must not examine the papers. I -have no right, and you can give me no right, to do -that. Still less must I think of deciding whether they -are to be given to her or withheld. That is a thing -that decides itself. They are absolutely hers. You -must yourself place them in her hands. In doing so, -you can make whatever explanation or suggestions -you please, and she can act upon your suggestions or -disregard them, as shall seem best to her.</p> - -<p>To do this thing properly, you must come to -Wyanoke. There seems to be no crisis impending at -Petersburg just now, and you can easily get leave for -two or three days, particularly as the distance between -Wyanoke and Petersburg is so small. In case of need,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[280]</a></span> -you can return to your post quickly. A good horse -would make the journey in a very brief time. If -pressed, he could cover it in two hours, or three at -most. So come to Wyanoke with as little delay as -may be, and do your duty bravely.</p></div> - -<p class="p1">Kilgariff had no need to apply for a leave of -absence. The wound in his neck had been behaving -badly for ten days past, and it was now -very angry indeed. Day by day a field-surgeon -had treated it, to no effect. So far from growing -better, it had grown steadily worse.</p> - -<p>Under the night-and-day strain of his ceaseless -war work, Kilgariff had grown emaciated, and -so far enfeebled as to add greatly to the danger -threatened by the wound’s condition. On the -morning of the day which brought him Dorothy’s -letter, the surgeon had found his condition -alarming, and had said to him:—</p> - -<p>“Colonel, I have before advised you to go to -a hospital and have this wound treated. Now I -must use my authority as your medical officer -and <i>order</i> you to go at once. If I did not compel -that, the service would very soon lose a -valuable officer.”</p> - -<p>“Must it be a hospital, Doctor?” asked Kilgariff. -“May I not run up to Wyanoke, instead,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[281]</a></span> -and get my friend Doctor Brent to treat -me?”</p> - -<p>“Capital! Nothing could be better. Besides, -the hospitals are full to overflowing, and -you’d get scant attention in most of them. Go -to Wyanoke by all means, but go at once. I’ll -give you a written order to go, and you can -make it the basis of your application for sick -leave. Act at once, and I’ll go myself to headquarters -to impress everybody there with the -urgency of the case and especially the necessity -for promptitude. You ought to have your -leave granted by to-morrow morning.”</p> - -<p>It was granted in fact earlier than that, so -that before nightfall Kilgariff set out on a -horse purchased from an officer of his acquaintance, -a horse lean almost to emaciation, but -strong, wiry, and full of spirit still. He was -an animal in which blood did indeed “tell,” a -grandson of that most enduring of racers, Red -Eye.</p> - -<p>“Give a good account of yourself, old fellow,” -said Kilgariff to the animal, caressingly, -“and I promise you better rations at Wyanoke -than you have had for two months past.”</p> - -<p>Whether the horse understood the promise<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[282]</a></span> -or not, he acted as if he did, and with a -long, swinging stride, left miles behind him -rapidly.</p> - -<p>It was a little past midnight when the well-nigh -exhausted officer reached the hospitable -plantation; but before going to the house, he -aroused the negro who slept on guard at the -stables, and himself remained there till the half-sleeping -serving-man had thoroughly groomed -the animal and placed an abundance of corn -and fodder in his manger and rack.</p> - -<p>Then the way-worn traveller went to the -house, entered by the never closed front door, -and made his way to a bedroom, without waking -any member of the family.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[283]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="ch">XX</h2> - -<p class="pch">A MAN, A MAID, AND A HORSE</p> - -<p class="drop-cap04">WHEN Evelyn went to the stables in -the early morning, and found a -strange horse there, she could not -learn how he came to be there, or who had -brought him. The negro man who had rubbed -down the animal under Kilgariff’s supervision -during the night had already gone to the field, -and the stable boy who was now in attendance -knew nothing of the matter.</p> - -<p>The horse gently whinnied a welcome as the -girl entered, and his appearance interested her. -She bade the stable boy lead him out, so that -she might look him over, and his symmetry and -muscularity impressed her mightily.</p> - -<p>“Poor beastie!” she exclaimed, upon seeing -his lean condition, “they have treated you very -badly. You haven’t had enough to eat in a -month, and you’ve been worked very hard at -that. But you are strong and brave and good-natured<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[284]</a></span> -still, just as our poor, half-starved soldiers -are. You must be a soldier’s horse. -Anyhow, you shall have a good breakfast. -Here, Ben, take this splendid fellow back to -his stall and give him ten ears of corn. Rub -him down well, and when he has finished eating, -turn him into the clover field to graze. -Poor fellow! I hope you’re going to stay with -us long enough to get sleek and strong again.”</p> - -<p>As was always the case when Evelyn caressed -an animal, the horse seemed to understand and -to respond. He held out his head for a caress, -and poked his nose under her arm as if asking -to be hugged. Finally he lifted one of his -hoofs and held it out. The girl grasped the -pastern, saying:—</p> - -<p>“So you’ve been taught to shake hands, have -you? Well, you shall show off your accomplishments -as freely as you please. How do -you do, sir? I hope you have slept well! Now -Ben has your breakfast ready, so I’ll excuse -you, and after breakfast you shall have a stroll -in a beautiful clover lot!”</p> - -<p>As she finished her playful little speech and -turned her head, she was startled to see Kilgariff -standing near, looking and listening.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[285]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Oh, Mr. Kilgariff!” she exclaimed, in embarrassment, -“I didn’t know you were here. -You must think me a silly girl to talk in that -way with a horse.”</p> - -<p>“Not at all,” he answered; “the horse seemed -to like your caressing, and as for me, I enjoyed -seeing it more than I can say.”</p> - -<p>“Then you wanted to laugh at me.”</p> - -<p>“By no means. I was only admiring the -gentleness and kindliness of your winning ways. -The thought that was uppermost in my mind -was that I no longer wondered at the fascination -you seem to exercise over animals. Your -manner with them is such, and your voice is -such, that they cannot help loving you. Even -a man would be helpless if you treated him so.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, but I could never do that—at least, -well—I mean I could—” There the speech -broke down, simply because the girl, now flushing -crimson, knew not how to finish it. The -thought that had suddenly come into her mind -she would not utter, and she could think of no -other that she might substitute for it.</p> - -<p>But her flushed face and embarrassment told -Kilgariff something that the girl herself did not -yet know—something that sent a thrill of gladness<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[286]</a></span> -through him in the first moment, but filled -him in the next with regretful apprehension. -He saw at once that that had happened which -he had intended should never happen. Unconsciously, -or at least subconsciously, Evelyn Byrd -had come to think of him—or, more strictly -speaking, to feel toward him without thinking—in -a way that signified something more than -friendship, something quite unrecognised by herself. -Instantly the questions arose in his mind: -“What shall I do? Is it too late to prevent -this mischief, if I go away at once? If not, how -shall I avoid a further wrong? Shall I go away, -leaving her to work out her own salvation as -best she can? Or shall I abandon my purpose -and suffer myself to win her love completely? -And in that case how shall I ever atone to her -for the wrong I do her? I must in that case -deal honestly and truthfully with her, telling her -all about myself, so that she may know the -worst. Perhaps then she will be repelled and -no longer feel even friendship for a man -living under such disgrace as mine. It will -be painful for me to do that, but I must not -consider my own feelings. It is my duty to -face these circumstances in the same spirit in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[287]</a></span> -which I must face the dangers and hardships -of war.”</p> - -<p>All this flashed through his mind in an instant, -but, without working out the problem to -a conclusion, he set himself to relieve the evident -embarrassment of the girl—an embarrassment -caused chiefly by her consciousness that -she had felt embarrassment and shown it. He -resolutely controlled himself in voice and manner -and turned the conversation into less dangerous -channels.</p> - -<p>“You were startled at seeing me,” he said, -“because you did not know I was here. I -came ‘like a thief in the night.’ I got here -about midnight, after a hard ride from Petersburg. -I saw the horse groomed and fed, and -then went to the house and crept softly up the -stairs to the room I occupied when I was at -Wyanoke before. I came to let Arthur have -a look at my wound—”</p> - -<p>“Oh, are you wounded again?” interrupted -the girl, with a pained eagerness over which a -moment later she again flushed in shamed embarrassment.</p> - -<p>“Oh, no. It is only that the old wound has -been behaving badly, like a petted child, because<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[288]</a></span> -it has been neglected. But tell me,” he quickly -added, in order to turn the conversation away -from personal themes, “tell me how the quinine -experiments get on. I’m deeply interested in -them, particularly the one with dog fennel. -Does it yield results?”</p> - -<p>Evelyn was glad to have the subject thus -changed, and she went eagerly into particulars -about the laboratory work, talking rapidly, as -one is apt to do who talks to occupy time and to -shut off all reference to the thing really in mind.</p> - -<p>Kilgariff’s half of the conversation was of like -kind, and it was additionally distracted from its -ostensible purpose by the fact that he was all -the time trying to work out in his own mind the -problem presented by his discovery, and to determine -what course he should pursue under -the embarrassing circumstances. All the while, -the pair were slowly walking toward the house. -As they neared it, a clock was heard within, -striking six. It reminded Evelyn of something.</p> - -<p>“It is six o’clock,” she said, “and I must be -off to the hospital camp to see how my wounded -soldiers have got through the night. I make -my first visit soon in the morning now, and -Dorothy and I go together later.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[289]</a></span></p> - -<p>Turning to a negro boy, she bade him go to -the stables and bring her mare.</p> - -<p>Now it was very plainly Kilgariff’s duty to -welcome this interruption, which offered him -three hours before the nine o’clock breakfast -in which to think out his problem and decide -upon his course of action. But a momentary -impulse got the better of his discretion, so he -said:—</p> - - -<p>“I will ride over there with you, if I may.”</p> - -<p>The girl was mistress of herself by this time, -so she said:—</p> - -<p>“Certainly, if you wish. I shall be glad of -your escort, if you are strong enough to ride a -mile.”</p> - -<p>She said it politely, but with a tone of cool -indifference which led Kilgariff to wish he had -not asked the privilege. Then, calling to the -negro boy, who had already started on his -errand, she bade him:—</p> - -<p>“Bring a horse for Colonel Kilgariff; not his -own, but some other.” This was the first time -Evelyn had ever called Kilgariff by any military -title. “You see, Colonel, your splendid animal -has been badly overworked and underfed. I -have promised him a restful morning in a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[290]</a></span> -clover field, and it would be too bad to disappoint -him, don’t you think?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, certainly. Thank you for thinking of -that. How completely you seem to have -schooled yourself to think of dumb animals as -if they were human beings! You even assume—playfully, -of course—that the big sorrel -understood your promise about the clover -field.”</p> - -<p>“Why should he not? Dumb animals understand -a great deal more than people think. -Your sorrel understood, at any rate, that I regarded -him with affection and pity. That in -itself was to him a promise of good treatment, -and just now good treatment means to him rest -in a clover field. So, while he may not have -understood the exact meaning of the words I -used, he understood my promise. I am not so -sure even about the words. Animals understand -our words oftener than we think.”</p> - -<p>“How do you mean? Would you mind giving -me an illustration of your thought?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, illustrations are plenty. But here are -the horses. Let us mount and be off. We can -continue our talk as we ride. Are you really -strong enough?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[291]</a></span></p> - -<p>The man answered that he was, and the two -set off.</p> - -<p>When the horses had finished their first morning -dash, Evelyn cried, “Walk,” to them and -they instantly slowed down to the indicated -gait.</p> - -<p>“There!” said the girl. “That’s an illustration. -The horses perfectly understood what -I meant when I bade them walk. I am told -that cavalry horses understand every word of -command, and that, even when riderless, they -sometimes join in the evolutions and make no -mistakes.”</p> - -<p>“That is true,” answered her companion. -“I have seen them do it often. Both in the -cavalry and in the artillery we depend far more -upon the horses’ knowledge of the evolutions -and the words of command, than upon that of -the men. They learn tactics more readily than -the men do, and, having once learned, they -never make a mistake, while men often do.”</p> - -<p>“How then can you doubt that horses understand -words?”</p> - -<p>“They understand words of command, but—”</p> - -<p>“Yes? Well? ‘But’ what?”</p> - -<p>“I really don’t know. The thought is so<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[292]</a></span> -new to me that it seemed for the moment a -misinterpretation of the facts—that there must -be some other explanation.”</p> - -<p>“But what other explanation can there be?”</p> - -<p>“I don’t know. Indeed, I begin to see that -there is no other possible. Animals certainly -do understand <i>some</i> words. That is a fact, as -you have shown me, and one already within my -own knowledge. I see no reason to doubt that -they understand many more than we are accustomed -to think. I wish you would write that -book about them.”</p> - -<p>“I am writing it,” she answered; “but I -don’t think I’ll ever let anybody see it—at -any rate, not now—not for a long time to come—maybe -not for ever.”</p> - -<p>As she ended, the pair reached the invalids’ -camp, and the wounded men gave Evelyn a -greeting that astonished Kilgariff quite as much -as it pleased him.</p> - -<p>“The little lady! The little lady!” they -shouted, while those of them who could walk -eagerly gathered about her, with welcome in -their eyes and voices.</p> - -<p>She briefly introduced Kilgariff, and together -the two went the rounds of those patients who<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[293]</a></span> -were still unable to sit up. There were few of -these, but they must be the first attended to. -After that, Evelyn closely questioned each of -the others concerning the condition of his -wounds, his sleep, his digestion, and everything -else that Arthur might wish to learn in preparation -for his own rounds after breakfast. Kilgariff -was struck with the readiness Evelyn -manifested in calling each of the men by his -name, and with the minuteness of her knowledge -of the special condition and the needs of each.</p> - -<p>“How do you remember it all so minutely?” -he asked, as they walked together from one side -of the camp to the other.</p> - -<p>“Why, it is my duty to remember,” she -replied, in a surprised tone, as if that settled -the whole matter. And in a woman of her -character, it did.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[294]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="ch">XXI</h2> - -<p class="pch">EVELYN LIFTS A CORNER OF THE CURTAIN</p> - -<p class="drop-cap08">DURING the return ride, Kilgariff carefully -avoided all reference to the real -purpose of his visit to Wyanoke. He -had come to dread that subject, and in his -present unsettled state of mind he feared it also. -It might at any moment bring on an emotional -crisis, and prompt him to do or say things that -must afterward cause regret. He wished to -think the matter out—the matter of his future -relations with this girl—and to determine finally -the course of conduct which this morning’s discovery -might require of him.</p> - -<p>He ought to have seized upon the opportunity -for this that he had so recklessly thrown away. -He ought to have let Evelyn go to the invalid -camp alone, he remaining behind to think. But -he had missed that opportunity, and no other was -likely to come to him. Certainly no other so good -could come. He must get through the matter<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[295]</a></span> -of the papers on this day, not only because the -chances of war might compel him to return to -his post on the morrow, but because he might -very probably decide that it was his duty to -take himself out of this girl’s life, and, if that -was to be, the sooner he should quit the house -that held her the better.</p> - -<p>Both Arthur and Dorothy were present to -welcome him when he and Evelyn returned to -the house, so that there was no chance then -to do his thinking. Then Arthur decided to -examine his wound before the breakfast hour; -and when he did so, he grew grave of face and -manner.</p> - -<p>“I’m sorry to tell you, old fellow, that I -must operate on your neck to-day. Your wound -is in a very dangerous condition indeed. It -should have been operated upon a week or ten -days ago. You shall have breakfast with us this -morning, as you’ll need all your strength. Of -course I can’t chloroform you till your breakfast -is digested, so I’ll not operate till a little -after noonday.”</p> - -<p>“You needn’t give me the chloroform at all,” -answered Kilgariff.</p> - -<p>“But, my dear fellow, the pain will be—”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[296]</a></span></p> - -<p>“I’ll stand it.”</p> - -<p>“But the operation will be a very delicate -one, so near to the carotid artery that a mere -flinch from the knife might end your life at -once.”</p> - -<p>“I’ll not flinch,” said the resolute young man.</p> - -<p>“But what objection have you to an anæsthetic? -Your heart and lungs are in perfect -condition. There’s not the slightest danger—”</p> - -<p>“Danger be hanged!” interrupted Kilgariff. -“I am not thinking of danger or caring about -it. But chloroform always leaves me helplessly -ill for many days, and I mustn’t be ill or helpless -just now. I am going back to the lines -to-morrow. One night’s sleep after your operation -will put me sufficiently in condition.”</p> - -<p>“But you’re not fit for duty.”</p> - -<p>“Fit or not fit, I am going.”</p> - -<p>“But it will kill you.”</p> - -<p>“That doesn’t signify in my case, you -know.”</p> - -<p>“Listen to me, Owen Kilgariff. You have -brooded over the unfortunate circumstances of -your life until you have grown morbid, particularly -since this wound has been sapping your -vitality. You must brace yourself up and take<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[297]</a></span> -a healthier view of things. If you don’t, I shall -make you. Here you are imagining yourself -disgraced at the very time when others in high -places are pressing honours upon you as the -well-earned reward of your superb conduct. It -is all nonsense, I tell you, and you must quit it; -if not for your own sake, then for the sake of -us who love you and rejoice in your splendid -manhood. Your present attitude of mind is not -to your credit. If you were not ill, it would be -positively discreditable to you.”</p> - -<p>“Wait a minute, Arthur. You are judging -me without knowing all the facts. I’ll tell you -of them after breakfast. Then, before you -operate, I must talk with Evelyn about her -papers. When that matter is disposed of, you -shall operate without an anæthetic, and I -must return to my duty on the lines.”</p> - -<p>“Your duty there is done. You’ve already -taught those fellows how to use mortars effectively. -As to mere command, any other officer -will attend to that as well as you could. I must -operate upon your neck, and I will not do it -without chloroform. Indeed, even from your -own point of view, there would be nothing -gained by that, for after this operation, whether<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[298]</a></span> -done with or without an anæsthetic, you must -not only lie abed for some days to come, but be -so braced and harnessed that you cannot turn -your head.”</p> - -<p>Arthur then explained to his patient, as one -surgeon to another, the exact nature of what -it was necessary to do, and Kilgariff knew his -surgery too well not to understand how imperatively -necessary it would be for him to be kept -perfectly still, so far as motion with his head was -concerned, for a considerable period afterward.</p> - -<p>“Very well,” Kilgariff responded. “Do as -you will. But first I must arrange the matter -of the papers. I’ll do that during the forenoon. -Then I shall tell Dorothy the things I -intended to tell you. There is no need that -I shall tell you, and it will be easier to tell -Dorothy.”</p> - -<p>“As you please,” said Arthur, satisfied that -he had carried his point. “Now we must go to -breakfast.”</p> - -<p>At the table, Kilgariff observed that, apart -from the “coffee” made of parched rye, neither -Dorothy nor Evelyn took anything but fruit. -There was a cold ham on the table, and the -customary loaf of hot bread, but the two women<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[299]</a></span> -partook of neither. When Kilgariff half suggested, -half asked, the reason for their abstemiousness, -Dorothy replied:—</p> - -<p>“We Virginia women are saving for the -army every ounce of food we can. So far as -possible, we eat nothing that can be converted -into rations. Arthur compels Evelyn and me -to take a little meat and a little bread or some -potatoes for dinner. He thinks that necessary -to our health. But for the rest, we do very -well on fruits, vegetables, and other perishable -things, don’t we, Byrdie?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, yes, indeed. For my own part, I like -it. I have had other experiences in living on a -restricted diet. Once I had nothing to eat for -three or four months except meat, so in going -without meat now I am only bringing up the -average.”</p> - -<p>Kilgariff looked up in surprise.</p> - -<p>“For three months or more you had no food -but meat!” he exclaimed. “No bread, no -starchy food of any kind?”</p> - -<p>“Nothing whatever. There weren’t even -roots or grass there to be chewed. The Indians -often live in that way. Never mind that. -At another time I lived for a month in winter<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[300]</a></span> -almost exclusively on raw potatoes, with only -now and then a bit of salt beef.”</p> - -<p>“May I ask why you did not cook the potatoes? -If it was winter, surely you had fire.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, yes, plenty of it. But there was -scurvy, and raw potatoes are best for that.”</p> - -<p>“Are they? I never knew that.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, yes. But for eating their potatoes raw, -the people in the lumber-camps would never -survive the winter. But I don’t want to talk -about those things. I didn’t mean to. Perhaps -I’ll put them all into another book that -I’m writing just for Dorothy to read and nobody -else in all the world.”</p> - -<p>She looked at Dorothy as she spoke, and -Dorothy understood. This was the first she -had heard of the proposed “book.” It was the -first reference Evelyn had made to their talk on -the day when she had given her hostess an -exhibition of bareback riding.</p> - -<p>Kilgariff did not understand. Yet, taken in -connection with other things that Evelyn had -said to him during his former stay at Wyanoke, -what she now said seemed at least to lift a little -corner of the thick curtain of reserve which -shrouded her life-history.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[301]</a></span></p> - -<p>“She has lived,” he thought, “among the -wildest of wild Indians, and she has passed at -least one winter in some northern lumber-camp. -I wonder why.”</p> - -<p>He was not destined as yet to get any reply -to the question in his mind.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[302]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="ch">XXII</h2> - -<p class="pch">ALONE IN THE PORCH</p> - -<p class="drop-cap04">WHEN Kilgariff asked Evelyn to go -with him to the front porch, telling -her he had an important matter to -discuss with her, she showed a momentary embarrassment. -She quickly controlled it, but -not so quickly that it escaped her companion’s -recognition.</p> - -<p>This troubled him at the outset. This young -woman had been until now as frank and free -with him as any child might have been. Her -present embarrassment, momentary as it was, -impressed him the more strongly because the -scene at the stables in the early morning was -still fresh in his memory, and because he had -observed that ever since that time she had uniformly -addressed him by his military title.</p> - -<p>All these things added to the difficulty of his -present task, but it was his habit to meet trouble -of every kind half-way, to confront difficulty<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[303]</a></span> -with courage and not with any show of the -shrinking there might be in his mind.</p> - -<p>He plunged at once into the matter in hand. -Ordinarily he would have begun by addressing -his companion as “Evelyn,” but for some reason -which he did not stop to analyse, he felt -now that he ought not to do so. Yet to address -her in any other way, after having for so long -called her by her first name, would be too -marked a suggestion of reserve. So he avoided -addressing her at all in any direct fashion.</p> - -<p>“I have asked you to give me this half-hour -because I feel that I owe you and myself a -duty.”</p> - -<p>He had no sooner uttered that sentence than -he felt that it was a particularly bad beginning. -In his own ears it sounded uncommonly like -the introduction to a declaration of love, and -he was annoyed with himself for his blundering. -He began again, and tried to do so more -circumspectly.</p> - -<p>“I want to talk with you about a matter that -touches your own happiness very closely, and -may indeed affect your entire life.”</p> - -<p>Another blundering sentence! Even more -than the first it sounded to him like the preface<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[304]</a></span> -to a formal courtship, and, realising the fact, -Kilgariff made the matter worse by manifesting -precisely such embarrassment as a lover might -feel when about to put his fortune to the touch.</p> - -<p>Evelyn was quick to see his embarrassment, -though she probably had no clear idea of its -cause, and she came to his relief by saying -with a well-controlled and perfectly placid intonation:—</p> - -<p>“I am deeply interested. I didn’t imagine -myself a person of sufficient consequence for -anybody to have important business affairs to -discuss with me. Go on, please. What is -it?”</p> - -<p>“A little while ago,” he began again, this -time approaching the subject with some directness, -“I was summoned to meet a wounded -Federal officer, who believed himself to be -dying. Probably he was right. I do not know. -However that may be, he believed that his end -was near, and I think he tried to tell the truth—an -art in which he has not had much practice -in his evil life. I had known him for some -years. He had injured me as no other man in -all the world ever did or ever can again. There -were many things that I wanted him to tell me<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[305]</a></span> -about, and the time was very short; for I had -got at the house in which he lay wounded only -under escort of an armed force, and I knew -that my escort could not long hold the position. -By the time I had finished questioning him concerning -the matters in which I was personally -interested, the enemy was upon us in superior -force, and we were compelled to retire. Just as -I was quitting his bedside, he told me something -that surprised and shocked me—something that -deeply concerned you.”</p> - -<p>“What was it, please?” asked the girl, now -pale to the lips and nervously twisting her fingers -together.</p> - -<p>“I should not tell you that, I think; not now, -at any rate. It would only distress you and do -no good. Perhaps it may not have been true.”</p> - -<p>“You must tell me that, or you must tell me -nothing!” exclaimed the girl, rising in a passion -of excitement, and speaking as if utterance involved -painful effort. “Understand me, Colonel -Kilgariff. I am not a child, whose feelings must -be spared by reservations and concealments. I -have not been much used to that sort of coddling, -and I will not submit to it. My life has -been such as to teach me how to endure. You<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[306]</a></span> -have some things, you say, which you want to -tell me—some things that have somehow grown -out of whatever it was that this man said to you. -Very well, I will not hear them, unless you can -tell me all. I will not listen to half-truths. I -must hear all of this matter, or none of it. You -say it concerns me closely. I am entitled, therefore, -to know all of it, if I am to know any of it. -You are free to tell me nothing, if you choose. -But if you tell me a part and keep back the rest, -you wrong me, and I will not submit to the -wrong. I have endured enough of that in my -life.”</p> - -<p>She paused for a moment, and then resumed:—</p> - -<p>“Pardon me if I have seemed to speak angrily -or resentfully to you. I did not mean that. Such -anger as I felt was aroused by bitter memories of -wrong, which were called up by your proposal to -put me off with a half-truth. Let me explain -myself. You are doubtless thinking that I myself -have been practising reserve and concealment -ever since I came to Wyanoke. That is -true, but it has been only because I have firmly -believed that I was oath-bound to do so; and -at any rate I have not told any half-truths.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[307]</a></span> -Whenever I have told anything, I have told all -of it. Another thing: I so hate concealments -that at the first moment after I learned that I -might do so, I decided to tell Dorothy everything -that I myself know about my life. I feared -to attempt that orally, lest I should grow excited -and break down; so I decided to write out -the whole story and give it to her. That is -what I meant this morning when I said I was -writing a book for Dorothy alone to read. After -she has read it, it will be hers to do with as she -pleases. It will be an honest book, telling the -whole truth and not half-truths.”</p> - -<p>Kilgariff did not interrupt this passionate -speech. It revealed to him a new and stronger -side than he had imagined to exist in the nature -of the woman he loved. He rejoiced that she -felt and thought as she did, and he was not -sorry that an error of judgment on his part had -brought forth this character-revealing outburst. -He promptly told her so.</p> - -<p>“You are altogether right,” he said. “I apologise -for my mistake, but, frankly, I do not -regret it. It has shown me the strength and -truthfulness of your nature with an emphasis -that altogether pleases me. I had miscalculated<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[308]</a></span> -that strength, underestimating it. I sought to -spare your feelings, not knowing how brave you -are to endure. I know you better now, and -the knowledge is altogether pleasing.”</p> - -<p>“Thank you sincerely. And you will be generous -and forgive me?”</p> - -<p>As she said this, Evelyn resumed her familiar -tone and manner of almost childlike simplicity.</p> - -<p>“There is nothing whatever for me to forgive,” -the man answered, in a way that carried -conviction of his perfect sincerity with it. “Let -me go on with my story.”</p> - -<p>“Please do.”</p> - -<p>“Just as I was hurrying to leave the wounded -man and go to my guns, which were already -bellowing, he handed me a bundle of papers. -He said that he had a daughter who must be -somewhere in the South, if she had not been -shot in passing through the lines. He begged -me to find her, if possible, and give the papers -to her. When I asked him the name of his daughter, -he answered that it was Evelyn Byrd.”</p> - -<p>The girl was livid and trembling, but what -passion it was that so shook her Kilgariff could -not make out. He paused, to give her time for -recovery. She slowly rose from the bench on<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[309]</a></span> -which she was sitting, and with a firm, elastic -step walked out into the grounds, where her mare -was grazing. The animal abandoned the grass, -and trotted up to her mistress to be caressed.</p> - -<p>As the young woman stood there, stroking -the mare’s nose, Kilgariff thought it the -most beautiful picture he had ever looked -upon—the lithe, slender girl, who carried herself -with the grace of an athlete not overtrained, -caressing the beautiful mare and seeming to -hold mute but loving converse with a boundlessly -loyal friend.</p> - -<p>“And how much it means!” he thought. -“What a nature that woman has! And what -a life hers must have been so far!”</p> - -<p>Then came over him a great and loving longing -to be himself the agent of atonement to her -for all the wrong that had vexed her young life, -to make her future so bright and joyous that her -past should seem to her only a troubled dream -from which he had been privileged to waken her. -But with this longing came the bitter thought -that this could never be—that he was debarred -by his own misfortunes from the privilege of -winning or seeking to win Evelyn Byrd’s love.</p> - -<p>Then arose again in his mind the questions<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[310]</a></span> -of the early morning—the question of duty, the -question of the possibility of avoiding the wrong -he so dreaded to do. Was there yet time for -him to take himself out of Evelyn Byrd’s life? -Or was it already too late? What and how much -did her embarrassment in his presence mean? -Had she indeed already, and all unconsciously, -learned to return the great, passionate love he -felt for her? Had he blundered beyond remedy -in making himself mean so much to her? Could -he now go away and leave her out of his life -without inflicting upon her even a greater wrong -and a severer suffering than that which his -leaving would be meant to avert? If not, then -what should he do? What could he do?</p> - -<p>He felt himself in a blind alley from which -there was no escape. Unhappy indeed is the -man who is confronted with a divided duty, a -problem of right and wrong which he feels himself -powerless to solve. In that hour Owen Kilgariff -was more acutely unhappy than he had -ever been, even in the darkest period of his -great calamity.</p> - -<p>Presently Evelyn returned to the porch and -seated herself, quite as if nothing had occurred -out of the commonplace.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[311]</a></span></p> - -<p>“What was the man’s name?” she asked, -with no sign of excitement or emotion of any -kind in her voice or manner.</p> - -<p>“He called himself Campbell, but he told me -that it was an assumed name, and not his own. -I do not know his real name.”</p> - -<p>“Nor do I,” said the young woman, in the -tone of one who is recalling events of the past. -“I never knew that. But go on, please. What -else did he tell you—what else that concerns -me, I mean?”</p> - -<p>“Nothing. The enemy was upon us hotly, -and I had no time for further talk. Oh, yes, -he did say that he had persecuted you ‘in a way’—that -was his phrase.”</p> - -<p>“I wonder what ‘in a way’ signified to him,” -said the young woman, with an intensity of -bitterness in her tone, the like of which Owen -Kilgariff had never heard in the utterance of -man or woman before.</p> - -<p>“Never mind that,” Evelyn said, an instant -later, the look of agony leaving her face as suddenly -as it had appeared. “You have more to -tell me?”</p> - -<p>“Yes. I must make a confession of grave -fault in myself, and ask your forgiveness. The<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[312]</a></span> -man, Campbell, your father, gave me a bundle -of papers, as I told you a little while ago, and I -have been impertinently asking myself ever -since what I ought to do with them. It did not -occur to me then that there was no question for -me to decide; that my undoubted duty was simply -to place the papers in your hands, as I now -do”—withdrawing the parcel from a pocket -and placing it in her lap. Dorothy had returned -it to him for that purpose. He continued:—</p> - -<p>“I had not learned my lesson then. I still -thought it my duty to guard and protect you, as -one guards and protects a child. I reasoned that -those papers very probably contained information -or statements, true or false, that would -afflict you sorely, and I impertinently desired to -spare you the affliction. On the other hand, I -realised that they might contain, instead, information -of the utmost consequence to you and -calculated to bring gladness rather than sorrow -to your heart. In my perplexity I turned to -Dorothy for help. All of us who know Dorothy -do that, you know. I sent the papers to her, -explaining my perplexity concerning them. I -asked her to examine them and determine -whether or not they should be given to you.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[313]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Then I learned my first lesson. Dorothy -wrote to me, rebuking me with severity for my -presumption. She explained to me what I -ought to have understood for myself—that the -question of what it was best to do with the -papers was not mine to decide, or hers; that I -had no shadow of right to ask her to read the -documents, and she no possible right to read -them. She bade me come to Wyanoke and do -my duty like a man.</p> - -<p>“That is the real reason I am here; for as to -my wound, I should have left that to take care -of itself. If it had made an end of me, so much -the better.”</p> - -<p>“You have no right, I reckon, to say that,” -interrupted Evelyn, “or to think it, or to feel -it. It is a suicidal thought, and quite unworthy -of a brave man.”</p> - -<p>“But my life is my own, and surely—”</p> - -<p>“Not altogether your own; perhaps not -chiefly. It belongs in part to those of us who—I -mean to all who care for you, all to whom -your death would bring sorrow or to whom your -living might be of benefit. Above all it belongs -to our country and our cause. You recognise -that fact in being a soldier. No; I reckon your<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[314]</a></span> -life is not your own to do with as you please. It -is cowardly in you to think in that way, just as -it is cowardly for one to commit suicide because -he is in trouble out of which death seems the -only way of escape, or the easiest way. So -please never let yourself think in that way -again.”</p> - -<p>“I will try not to,” he replied, looking at his -lecturer with undisguised admiration.</p> - -<p>“Now, while I had, myself, no right to say -whether or not you should read those papers, -and while it was not my privilege to protect you -against any distress they might bring to you, I -still have a good deal of apprehension lest their -reading shall needlessly wound you. I am going -to make a suggestion, therefore, which I -hope you will take in good part.”</p> - -<p>“I am ashamed of myself,” answered Evelyn, -“for making you feel in that way. I am -ashamed of what I said to you—though it was -all true and necessary—and of the way in which -I said it. I wish I could explain why I did it, -why it hurt me so when you tried to conceal -something from me. My outbreak has hurt you, -and almost humiliated you, I reckon, and I don’t -like to think of you being hurt and humiliated.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[315]</a></span> -It is good and generous of you to try, as you -have done, to spare me. Believe me when I tell -you that I feel it to have been so. I cannot explain, -and it vexes me that I must not. Won’t -you believe that?”</p> - -<p>“I believe anything you say, and everything -you say. Indeed, it is more than belief that I -feel when you tell me anything; it is a conviction -of actual and positive knowledge. And -now I very much want you to believe me when -I say that it was not your ‘outbreak,’ as you call -it, that hurt and humiliated me. It was only my -consciousness of my own presumptuous impertinence -that hurt. I have nothing to forgive -in you; and my own fault I cannot forgive.”</p> - -<p>There were tears in Evelyn’s eyes as the -strong and generous man who had been so careful -of her said this, shielding her even now by -taking all blame upon himself, just as he had -shielded her long before by keeping his own -person between her and the bullets that were -raining about them. For the moment the old -childlike simplicity came into her bearing. She -advanced, took Kilgariff’s hand, and said:—</p> - -<p>“Let’s forget all about it, please. You have -always been good to me.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[316]</a></span></p> - -<p>Then the dignity came back, and, resuming -her seat, she said:—</p> - -<p>“You were going to offer a suggestion. I -should like to hear it. I am sure it is meant for -my advantage.”</p> - -<p>“It is only this: I have a haunting fear that -your father—”</p> - -<p>“He was not my father,” the young woman -broke in, speaking the words quite as if they -had borne no special significance. “But go on, -please.”</p> - -<p>Kilgariff almost lost the thread of his thought -in his astonishment at this sudden statement. -He went on:—</p> - -<p>“Well, then, the man Campbell, or whatever -his real name was. I have a haunting fear that -he has prepared those papers for the purpose of -wounding and insulting you. He was capable -of any malice, any malignity, any atrocity. He -may have put into these papers falsehoods that -you will be the better for not reading. On the -other hand, the papers may be innocent of any -such purpose, and it may even be of the utmost -importance that you should know their contents. -I venture to suggest that you yourself do what -I had no right to do; namely, ask Dorothy to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[317]</a></span> -examine the packet and tell you whether or not -it is well for you to read the papers. You love -her and trust her, and her judgment is unfailing, -I might almost say infallible. This is only a -suggestion, of course. I have no right to press -it.”</p> - -<p>Evelyn sat silent, holding the packet in her -hands and nervously turning it over. At last -she arose and took a few steps toward the doorway. -Then, turning about, she said:—</p> - -<p>“If it were necessary for any one to read the -papers and advise me concerning them, I should -ask <i>you</i>, Colonel Kilgariff, to stand as my friend -and counsellor in the matter. But it is not necessary. -<i>I already know what is in the papers.</i>”</p> - -<p>She turned instantly and entered the house, -leaving Kilgariff alone in the porch.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[318]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="ch">XXIII</h2> - -<p class="pch">A LESSON FROM DOROTHY</p> - -<p class="drop-cap06">FOR ten days after the surgical operation, -Kilgariff lay abed, his head, neck, and -shoulders held rigidly immovable by a -wooden framework devised for that purpose. -Otherwise than as regarded the wound, he -seemed perfectly well, and the wound itself -healed satisfactorily under Arthur Brent’s skilful -treatment.</p> - -<p>In his constrained position it was impossible -for the wounded man to hold a book before his -eyes, and so, to relieve the tedium of his convalescence, -Dorothy read to him for several -hours each day.</p> - -<p>He had vaguely hoped, without formulating -the thought, that Evelyn would render him this -service, as she had done during his first illness. -But this time she came not. Every day—until -the success of the operation was fully assured, -she inquired anxiously concerning his condition; -but at no time did she visit him, or ask to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">[319]</a></span> -do so. When at last Arthur so far relaxed the -mechanical restraints that Kilgariff was able -to sit below stairs in the porch when the -weather permitted, and before a “great, bearded -fire” in the hallway if it were too cool out of -doors—for the autumn was now advanced—he -was sorely disappointed to learn that Evelyn -was no longer at Wyanoke. She had somewhat -suddenly decided to stay at Branton, for a week -or ten days, as the guest of Edmonia Bannister.</p> - -<p>All this set Kilgariff thinking, and the thinking -was by no means comfortable. Did Evelyn’s -course mean indifference on her part? It -would have given him some pain to believe -that, but it would have relieved him greatly. -In that case, he might go away and never come -back, without fear of any harm to her or any -wrong-doing on his own account. In that case, -the problem that so sorely vexed him would be -completely solved.</p> - -<p>Certainly that was the outcome of the matter -which he was bound to hope for. Yet the very -suggestion that such might be the end of it all -distressed him more than he had thought that -any possible solution of the difficulty could do.</p> - -<p>But, in fact, Owen Kilgariff knew better.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">[320]</a></span> -When he recalled what had gone before, he -could not doubt the interpretation of Evelyn’s -avoidance of him, and this thought troubled -him even more than the other. It brought back -to him all the perplexities of that problem with -which he had been so hopelessly wrestling ever -since that morning at the stables.</p> - -<p>What should he do? What could he do? -These questions were insistent, and he could -give no answer to them. At one moment his -old thought of a parity of disability came back -to him—the thought that as she was the daughter -of a gambling adventurer, the obligation on his -part not to seek her love or win it might not -be altogether binding. But then flashed into -his mind a memory of her words:—</p> - -<p>“He was not my father.”</p> - -<p>That excuse, then, no longer availed him. -He could no longer—and yet, and yet. The -more he thought, the more difficult he found -it to accept the hopelessness of the case or -make up his mind to take himself out of -Evelyn’s life. Yet that, he confidently believed, -he would instantly do if he could satisfy himself -that it was not already too late for Evelyn -herself to welcome such an outcome.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">[321]</a></span></p> - -<p>One morning he opened his mind to Dorothy -on the subject, and got a moral castigation for -his pains. The gear that had restrained his -movements had been completely removed by -that time, and Kilgariff was contemplating an -almost immediate return to his post on the lines -at Petersburg.</p> - -<p>“I am sorely troubled, Dorothy,” he began. -“I am going away two or three days hence, -and I wish I could go without seeing Evelyn -again.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, I can easily manage that,” answered -she, with a composure and a commonplaceness -of tone which seemed inscrutable to her companion. -She took his remark quite as a matter -of course, treating it as she might had he merely -said:—</p> - -<p>“I should like to leave my horse here.”</p> - -<p>It was not an easy conversational situation -from which to find a way out. Obviously it -was for him to make the next remark, and he -could not think what it should be. Possibly -Dorothy intended that he should be perplexed. -At any rate, she manifestly did not intend to -help him out of his difficulty.</p> - -<p>Presently he found the way out of it for himself—the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">[322]</a></span> -only way that Dorothy would have -tolerated. That is to say, he became perfectly -frank with her.</p> - -<p>“I want to talk with you about that,” he said, -“if I may. I am much troubled; and while I -have no right to call upon you for any sort of -help, I feel that it may clear my mind simply -to tell you all about the matter.”</p> - -<p>“I will listen with pleasure,” she said, quite -coldly.</p> - -<p>Then he blurted out the whole story. He -told her—as he need not have done, for she -was not a woman for nothing—of the intensity -of his love for Evelyn; of the purpose he had -cherished to conceal his state of mind from its -object, and suffer in silence a love which he felt -himself honourably bound not to declare. Then, -with some difficulty, he told her of the scene at -the stables, and of all that had followed: he -explained how these things had bred a fear in -his mind that it was already too late for him -simply to go away, saying nothing.</p> - -<p>Dorothy did not help him in the least in the -embarrassment he necessarily felt in suggesting -that perhaps the girl loved him already. On -the contrary, she sat silent during the recital;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">[323]</a></span> -and when it was ended she said, very coldly, -and with a touch of severity in her manner:—</p> - -<p>“If I correctly understand you, you are of -opinion that Evelyn has fallen in love with you -without being asked. It is perhaps open to you -to cherish a belief of that kind, but is it quite -fair to the young woman concerned for you to -make a statement of that kind to me—either -directly or by implication?”</p> - -<p>“Of course I didn’t mean that—” stammered -Kilgariff; but, instead of accepting his protest, -Dorothy mercilessly thrust him through with -another question:—</p> - -<p>“Might I ask what you did mean, then?”</p> - -<p>Kilgariff did not answer at once. It was -impossible to escape the relentless logic of -Dorothy’s question. It was equally impossible -to turn Dorothy by so much as a hair’s breadth -away from the truth she sought. Gentle as she -was, forbearing as it was her nature to be, she -was utterly uncompromising in her love of truth. -Moreover, in this case she was disposed to be -the more merciless in her insistence upon the -truth for the reason that Kilgariff had blunderingly -offended the dignity of her womanhood. -She held his assumption concerning Evelyn’s<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">[324]</a></span> -state of mind and heart to be an affront to her -sex, and she was not minded to let it pass without -atonement.</p> - -<p>In his masculine way, Kilgariff had many of -Dorothy’s qualities. He shared her love of -absolute truthfulness, and his courage was as -resolute as her own. He met her, therefore, -on her own ground. After a moment’s pause, -he said:—</p> - -<p>“I suppose I did mean what you say; and -yet I meant it less offensively than you assume. -I frankly acknowledge my fault in speaking to -you of the matter. I had no right to do that, -even with you. I was betrayed into it by the -exceeding perplexity of the situation. I was -wrong. I ask your forgiveness.”</p> - -<p>“That is better,” responded Dorothy. “I -fully believe you when you say you did not -mean to do an unmanly thing. For the rest, -I cannot see that your situation is at all a perplexing -one, except as you needlessly make it -so.”</p> - -<p>“I confess I do not understand you,” replied -Kilgariff, “and yet I cannot explain my difficulty -in understanding without in effect repeating -my error and emphasising it. I should be<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">[325]</a></span> -rejoiced to know that there is no foundation for -the fears that I have been entertaining without -any right to entertain them.”</p> - -<p>“Are you sure of that? Would you really -rejoice to know that Evelyn Byrd’s sentiments -toward you are only those of friendship?”</p> - -<p>“I believe so. It would involve a good deal -of distress to me, of course; but I count the -other consideration as supreme. It would enable -me to feel that I am privileged to go away -from here carrying my burdens on my own back -and allowing no straw’s weight to fall upon the -shoulders of the only woman in the world that -I ever loved or ever shall.”</p> - -<p>Dorothy made no reply in words. Instead, -she turned her great, brown eyes full upon him -and looked at him for the space of twenty seconds, -in a way that brought a flush to his face. -Then, still making no direct reply to anything -he had uttered, she said:—</p> - -<p>“I am very greatly displeased with you, Owen -Kilgariff. And I am very greatly disappointed.”</p> - -<p>She rose to withdraw, but Kilgariff stopped -her, and with eager earnestness demanded:—</p> - -<p>“Why, Dorothy?”</p> - -<p>“I do not wish to explain.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">[326]</a></span></p> - -<p>“But you must. It is my right to demand -that. If you go away after saying that, and -without explaining what you mean, you will do -me a grievous injustice—and you hate injustice.”</p> - -<p>“Perhaps I ought not to have said precisely -what I did. I ought to have remembered that -you are morbid; that by your brooding you have -wrought yourself into a diseased condition of -mind. When you recover, you will understand -clearly enough that it is every honest man’s -privilege to woo where his heart directs. He -must woo honestly, of course, but the honest -wooing of a man is no wrong and no insult to -a maid. Only a morbid self-consciousness like -your own could imagine otherwise.”</p> - -<p>“Then you would wish me to—”</p> - -<p>“I wish nothing in the case. I have said all -that I shall say. If I have spoken severely, it -has been because I have little patience with -your diseased imaginings. I don’t think I like -you very well just now.”</p> - -<p>She left him to think.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[327]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="ch">XXIV</h2> - -<p class="pch">EVELYN’S BOOK</p> - - -<p class="drop-cap16">LATE that day, came a letter and a parcel -from Evelyn to Dorothy. In the -letter the girl wrote:—</p> - -<div class="pbq"> - -<p class="p1">I am going to stay here at Branton for two or three -more days. That is because I do not want to be with -you while you are reading the book I have written for -you. Two or three days will be enough for the reading. -Then I am going back to Wyanoke. I have -been over to the hospital camp every morning, so I -don’t need to tell you that I am perfectly well.</p> - -<p>I am sending the book by the boy who is to carry -this. Please read it within two days, so that I may -go home to Wyanoke. You know how much I love -you, so I needn’t put anything about that in this letter. -But Edmonia sends her love, and so does Mrs. -Pegram. What a dear she is! She wants me to call -her ‘Agatha,’ and I’m beginning to do so. But I would -like it better if she would let me say ‘Cousin Agatha’ -instead. Somehow that seems more like what I feel.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">[328]</a></span></p> - -<p>I reckon Colonel Kilgariff will be going back to -Petersburg about now. If he hasn’t gone yet, please -give him my regards and good wishes. I hope he -won’t get himself wounded again.</p></div> - -<p class="p1">Dorothy faithfully delivered Evelyn’s peculiarly -reserved message to Kilgariff, whereupon -the young gentleman declared his purpose of -returning to Petersburg on the third day following, -that being the earliest return that Arthur, -as his surgeon, would permit.</p> - -<p>“But I shall call at Branton to see Evelyn -first,” he added. This brought a queer look -into Dorothy’s eyes, but whether it was a look -of pleasure, or of regret, or of simple surprise, -he could not make out. “After all,” he thought, -“it doesn’t matter. I have decided to take this -affair into my own hands. And they shall be -strong hands too—not weak and irresolute, as -they have been hitherto.”</p> - -<p>Before opening the manuscript, Dorothy sent -off a young negro to Branton, with a little note -to Evelyn, in which she wrote:—</p> - -<p class="pbq p1">I shall not read a line of what you have written -until I have told you how much gratified I am that -you have wanted in this way to tell me about yourself.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[329]</a></span> -It means much to me that you wish to tell me those -things, whatever they may be, that concern you. Another -thing I want to say to you before reading your -manuscript, and that is that no matter what it may -reveal, I shall love and cherish you just the same. -You remember what I said to you once—that I <i>know -you</i>, and that no fact or circumstance of the past can -in the least alter my feelings toward you. Be very sure -of that. Now I am going to read your manuscript.</p> - -<p class="p1">She began the task at once. This is what she -read:—</p> - -<p class="pc2 mid">EVELYN’S BOOK</p> - -<p class="pc1 lmid">WRITTEN FOR DOROTHY AND NOBODY ELSE</p> - -<p class="pc1">Preface</p> - -<p class="dci4">I AM going to tell you all about myself in this -book, Dorothy—or at least all that I know. -I have wanted to tell you, ever since you began -being so good to me, and I began to love you. -I reckon you won’t like some of the things I -must tell, but I can’t help that: I must tell you -all of them anyhow, because it is right that I -should. I couldn’t tell you so long as I thought -I had sworn not to. Now that you have explained -to me about a parole, I am going to do<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">[330]</a></span> -it. But I am going to put it in writing, because -I can tell it better that way. And besides, I -might forget some things if I tried to tell them -all with my tongue. And there are some of the -things which you may want to read about more -than once, so as to make up your mind about them.</p> - -<p>Now that is all of the preface.</p> - - -<p class="pc2">Chapter the First</p> - -<p class="dci4">I DON’T know where I was born. I reckon -it must have been somewhere in Virginia, -because, when I first saw you and heard you -speak, I felt as if I had got back home again -after a long stay away. Your voice and the -way you pronounced your words seemed so -natural to me that I think the people about me -when I was a child must have talked in the -same way. You know how quickly I fell into -the Virginia way of speaking. That was because -it all seemed so natural to me.</p> - -<p>So I think I must have been born in Virginia. -At any rate I had a black mammy. I remember -her very well. She was very, very big—taller -than a tall man, and very broad across -her back. I know that, because she used to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[331]</a></span> -get down on the floor and let me ride on her -back, making believe she was a horse.</p> - -<p>Her name was Juliet. When I read about -Romeo and Juliet years afterward, I remember -laughing at Shakespeare for not knowing that -Juliet was big and strong and black. That -must have been while I was still a little child, -or I should have understood better. Besides, -I remember where I was when I read the play, -and I know I was only a little child when I was -there.</p> - -<p>That is all I remember about my life in Virginia, -if it was in Virginia that I was born. -There must have been other people besides -Juliet around me at that time, but I do not remember -anything about them. I cannot recall -what kind of a house we lived in; but I do -remember playing on a beautiful lawn under -big trees. And I recollect that there were a -great many squirrels there, just as there are in -the trees in your Wyanoke grounds. It is -strange, isn’t it, that I should remember the -squirrels and not the people? But perhaps -that is because I used to feed the squirrels and -play with them, and one day one of them bit me -painfully. I must have been treating it badly.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[332]</a></span></p> - -<p class="pc2">Chapter the Second</p> - -<p class="dci5">THE next thing that I remember is being -in a large city somewhere. We lived in -a hotel. My father and mother were with me, -and a great many men came to see my father, -and talked with him about business things. I -didn’t know then, but I think now that my -father was engaged in some kind of speculation, -and these men had something to do with it. At -any rate, my father was a speculator always, and -I think he sometimes gambled, for I heard some -one say afterward that he would “gamble on anything -from the turn of a card to the wrecking -of a railroad.” That was long after, however, -and I didn’t understand what the words meant. -I reckon I don’t quite understand even now, -but at any rate I know that my father was -always busy; that he had something to do with -a water-works, and some railroads, and some -steamboats, and some stores, and many other -things. Sometimes he seemed to have more -money than he knew what to do with, and -sometimes he was very poor. My mother used -to cry a good deal, though I reckon my father -never treated her badly, as I never heard him<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[333]</a></span> -scold her in any way. When she would cry, -it seemed to distress him terribly. He would -go away, sometimes for days at a time, and -when he came back he would put a large pile -of money in her lap and beg her to cheer up -and believe in him.</p> - -<p>I didn’t know at that time what my father’s -name was. Everybody called him “Jack,” and -that was all I heard. I was a very little girl -at that time, and if I ever heard his full name -in those days, I can’t remember the fact. But -I loved him very much. He was always very -good to me, and he laughed a great deal in a -way that I liked. I didn’t like to see my -mother cry so much, so I loved my father far -better than I did my mother.</p> - -<p class="pc2">Chapter the Third</p> - -<p class="dci5">THERE seems to be a gap in my memory -at this point. I know I must have been -a very little girl at the time I have spoken of—only -four or five years old at most. The next -thing I remember is that we landed from a big -ship that had big sails, and a good many people -and a cow on the top, and a great many pumps.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">[334]</a></span></p> - -<p>My father wasn’t with us, and as I can’t remember -thinking about his absence, I suppose -I hadn’t seen him for a long time. There were -only my mother and my grandmother, and me—or -should I say “I”?—I don’t know.</p> - -<p>I reckon I must have been six or seven years -old then.</p> - -<p>When the ship landed, a man named Campbell -met us at the landing. His name wasn’t really -Campbell, as I have since found out, but he was -called by that name. I remembered him in a -vague way. He had been one of those who -came to see my father when we lived in the -hotel. My father called him his partner, and -once, when my father suddenly became very -poor, he called Campbell a swindler and a -scoundrel, and said he had ruined all of us. -I didn’t know at that time what the words -“swindler” and “scoundrel” meant, but from -the way in which my father spoke them I -knew they were something very bad; so I hated -Campbell.</p> - -<p>That was the only time I ever heard my father -and mother quarrel. I remember it, because -it frightened me terribly. They seemed to be -quarrelling about Campbell. When my father<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335">[335]</a></span> -called him by bad names, my mother, as I now -understand, seemed to defend him, and that -made my father angrier than ever.</p> - -<p>So, when Campbell met us at the ship and -seemed so glad to see my mother, I thought of -my father, and I hated Campbell. I remembered -the names my father used to call him, -though I still didn’t know what the words -meant. So, when Campbell tried to pet me, I -resented it in my childish fashion, saying:—</p> - -<p>“You’re a swindler, you know, and a scoundrel. -I don’t want you to talk to me.”</p> - -<p>He pretended to laugh, but I know now that -he was very angry with me.</p> - -<p>Some time after that (I don’t know how long, -but it was probably not long) my mother and -Campbell got married, out in a Western city -somewhere, and went away for a time, leaving -me with my grandmother.</p> - -<p>I couldn’t understand it, and I said so. Just -before they started away on a train, my mother -told me in the railroad station that Campbell -was my new papa, and that I must love him -very much. I remember what I said in reply. -I asked:—</p> - -<p>“Is my father dead?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336">[336]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Don’t talk about that, dear,” said my mother, -trying to hush me. But I asked the question -again:—</p> - -<p>“Is my father dead?”</p> - -<p>“No, dear, but your father has gone away, -and we’ll never see him again. So you mustn’t -think about him.”</p> - -<p>“Then you have two husbands at once,” I -answered. “How can you have two husbands -at once?”</p> - -<p>She tried to explain it by telling me that my -father was no longer her husband, but I couldn’t -understand. And, Dorothy, I don’t understand -it now. Of course I know now that my parents -had been divorced, but I don’t and can’t understand -how a woman who has been a man’s wife -can make up her mind to be any other man’s -wife so long as her first husband lives. I suppose -I was a very uncompromising little girl at -that time, and I was very apt to say what I -thought about things without any flinching from -ugly truths. So, when they went on trying to -hush me by telling me that Campbell was now -my papa, I flew into a great rage. I took hold -of my hair and tore out great locks of it. I -tried to tear off my clothes, and all the time<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337">[337]</a></span> -I was saying things that caused all the passengers -in the station to gather about us; some -of them laughing, and some looking on very -solemnly, as I shrieked:—</p> - -<p>“I won’t have him for my new papa! He’s -a swindler and a scoundrel! My papa told you -so a long time ago! I hate him, and I’m going -to hate you now and for ever, amen!”</p> - -<p>I didn’t know what the words meant, but they -had been strongly impressed upon my memory -by the vehemence with which my father had -uttered them long before. As for the final -phrase, with the “amen” at the end of it, I -had heard it in church, and had somehow got -the impression that it was some kind of highly -exalted curse.</p> - -<p>Campbell was angry almost beyond control. -I think he would have liked to kill me, and I -think he would have done so but for all those -people standing by while I so bitterly vituperated -him. As he could not do that, he -said angrily to my grandmother:—</p> - -<p>“Take her away! Take her away quick!”</p> - -<p>My grandmother then threw my little cloak -over my head to suppress my voice, and hurried -me into a carriage. To some woman who<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338">[338]</a></span> -drove with us to our hotel, my grandmother said, -thinking I would not understand:—</p> - -<p>“I’m seriously afraid the child is right.”</p> - -<p>I understood, and I liked my grandmother -better than ever, after that.</p> - -<p class="pc2">Chapter the Fourth</p> - -<p class="dci5">WHEN Campbell and my mother came back -from their journey, he seemed determined -to placate me. He brought me many toys. -Among them was a big doll that could open -and shut its eyes and cry. I did not utter a -word of thanks. I didn’t feel any gratitude or -pleasure. I took the toys, and dealt with them -in my own way. A very bad man had been -hanged in the town a little while before, and I -had heard the matter talked of a great deal. -So I got a string, tied it around the doll’s neck, -and proceeded to hang it to the limb of a tree -in our yard. The rest of the toys I threw into -a little stream near our house. When all was -done, I returned to the house and marched into -the drawing-room, where a good many people -had gathered to greet my mother and her new -husband. Everybody grew silent when I entered<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_339" id="Page_339">[339]</a></span> -the room. They had all heard of the -scene I had made at the railroad station, and -they now held their breath to wait for what I -might say or do.</p> - -<p>I walked straight up to Campbell and said, -as loudly as I could:—</p> - -<p>“I have hanged that doll you gave me, and -I’ve pitched the other things into the creek. -You’re a swindler and a scoundrel, and I hate -you.”</p> - -<p>There was a great commotion, but I gave no -heed to that or anything else. Before anybody -could think of what was best to be done, I -turned about and marched out of the room with -all the dignity I could muster.</p> - -<p>I am not sorry or ashamed over these things, -Dorothy. I think I was right, and I am glad I -did as I did. But that was the beginning of -trouble for me.</p> - -<p class="pc2">Chapter the Fifth</p> - -<p class="dci5">WE were living then in Campbell’s big -house, in some Western city. It was -a very fine and costly place, I reckon. A little -bedroom had been furnished for me, opening<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_340" id="Page_340">[340]</a></span> -off the suite of rooms that Campbell and my -mother were to occupy. If it had been in anybody’s -house but Campbell’s, I should have -loved that beautiful bedroom. As it was, I -hated it with all my soul. My grandmother -and I had gone to the house on the day before -my mother’s return, and that night—the night -before they came back—I was put to bed in -my room. I lay there with my eyes wide open -till I knew that everybody else in the house was -asleep. Then I slipped out of bed, crept downstairs, -and out over the wet grass to a kennel -that had been assigned to my own big Saint -Bernard dog, Prince. I crept in, and slept beside -the big, shaggy fellow till morning, when -a great outcry was raised because I was missing -from my room.</p> - -<p>All the servants said my behaviour was due -to my loneliness in the great house. That -wasn’t so. I was never lonely in my life, because -whenever I began to feel lonely I always -called the fairy people to me, and they were -glad to come. I had created them in my own -fancy, and they loved me very much. But I -wouldn’t invite them into that room or that house. -So I went to Prince, as my only other friend.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_341" id="Page_341">[341]</a></span></p> - -<p>But after my outbreak in the drawing-room, -a servant was directed to take me to my room -and lock me in. I sat there in the window-seat -for a long time, wondering what would -be done to me next, and wondering how I -was to escape from my prison; for I fully -intended to escape, even if I should find no -other way than by leaping out of my second-story -window.</p> - -<p>After a while, the door was opened and -Campbell came in. I could see that he was -very angry, and I was particularly glad of that, -because it showed me that my words had hurt -his feelings very much. That was what I -intended.</p> - -<p>He had a little switch in his hand, and, as he -stood over me, glowering in order to scare me -before speaking, I saw it. I instantly seized a -heavy hair-brush that a maid kept to brush my -thick hair with.</p> - -<p>“You mustn’t strike me.” That was all I -said.</p> - -<p>“I’m going to teach you better manners,” -he began.</p> - -<p>“You’d better not try,” I answered. “If -you strike me, <i>I’ll kill you</i>.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_342" id="Page_342">[342]</a></span></p> - -<p>I meant that, Dorothy; and when, a minute -later, he struck me with the switch, meaning to -give me a dozen blows, I reckon, I leaped at -him—slender, frail little child that I was—and -with all the strength my baby arm had, I -struck him full in the face with the edge of the -heavy brush. I fully intended that the blow -should brain him. It only broke his nose, but -it made him groan with pain.</p> - -<p>Now I want to be absolutely truthful with -you, Dorothy. You mustn’t excuse my attempt -to kill that man, on the ground that I was a -mere child and did not know what I was doing. -I was a mere child, of course, but I knew what -I was doing or trying to do, and I felt no sort -of regret afterward, when he had to send for a -surgeon to mend his nose bone, and had to lie -abed for a fortnight with a fever. Or, rather, -I did feel regret; but it was only regret over -the fact that I had done so little. I had meant -to kill him, and I was very sorry that I had not -succeeded. That is the fact, and you must -know it. And more than that, it is the fact, -that even now, when I am a grown-up woman -and have thought out a code of morals for myself, -I still cannot feel any regret over what I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_343" id="Page_343">[343]</a></span> -did, except that I didn’t succeed in doing more. -I would do now what I tried to do then, if the -situation could repeat itself.</p> - -<p>I don’t know what you will think about all -this. But I don’t want you to think about it -without knowing that I am not sorry for it, but -justify it in my own mind. I am trying to be -perfectly honest and truthful with you; so that -if you love me at all after reading my book, it -shall be with full knowledge of all that is worst -in me. If you don’t love me after you know -all, I shall go away quickly and not pain you -with my presence.</p> - -<p>Now, Dorothy, I want you to stop reading -this book and put it away for a few hours—long -enough for you to think about what I have -written, and make up your mind about this part -of my story. After that, you can read the rest -of it and make up your mind about that.</p> - -<table id="t01" summary="t01"> - - <tr> - <td class="tdc3">✶</td> - <td class="tdc3">✶</td> - <td class="tdc3">✶</td> - <td class="tdc3">✶</td> - <td class="tdc3">✶</td> - <td class="tdc3">✶</td> - <td class="tdc3">✶</td> - </tr> - -</table> - -<p class="p1">Dorothy complied with this request. She -laid the book aside for two hours. Then she -came back to the reading; but before beginning -again, she scribbled this paragraph at the -bottom of the page last read:—</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_344" id="Page_344">[344]</a></span></p> - -<p class="pbq p1">I have taken two hours of recess from the reading. -There was no need of that. My whole soul sympathises -with that poor, persecuted little creature. So -far from condemning her words or acts, I rejoice in -them. I approve them, absolutely and altogether. -I see nothing to condemn, nothing to excuse.</p> - -<p class="pc2 reduct"><span class="smcap">Dorothy.</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_345" id="Page_345">[345]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="ch">XXV</h2> - -<p class="pch">MORE OF EVELYN’S BOOK</p> - -<p class="drop-cap04">WHEN Dorothy resumed her reading, -her sympathies were keenly alive -and responsive. She had thought -out the matter, and reached a definite conclusion -which entirely satisfied her conscience.</p> - -<p>“Ordinarily,” she thought, “I should think -it excessively wrong to sympathise with a desire -to kill, or even to tolerate it in my mind. But -I see clearly that in that matter, as in most -others, there are questions of circumstance to -be considered. Every human being has a right -to kill in self-defence. Both law and morals -recognise that. In a state of nature, I suppose, -every man is constantly at war on his own -private account, and he has an entire right to -make war in defence of himself and his family. -The only reason he hasn’t that right in a state -of civilisation is that society protects him, in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_346" id="Page_346">[346]</a></span> -return for his giving up his right to make private -war. But when society, as represented by -the state, refuses to protect him, or when -the state cannot protect him, he has his -right of private war in full force again.</p> - -<p>“That was Evelyn’s case. She was a helpless -child in the hands of a brute. There was no -way in which she could secure protection from -any wrong he might see fit to do her. So, -when he came with evident intent to do her -harm, she had a perfect right, I think, to fight -for herself in any way she could. No human -being is under obligation to submit to an insult -or a blow.</p> - -<p>“Besides—well, never mind that. I was -thinking of the way in which we all recognise -killing in war as entirely legitimate. But that -is a large subject, which I haven’t thought out -to the end as yet. For the present purpose it -is enough to know that Evelyn had a right to -make such war as she could—poor little mite -of a girl that she was—upon that brutal man. -I should have done the same under like circumstances. -Yes; I heartily approve her conduct.”</p> - -<p>With that, Dorothy turned again to the manuscript, -and read what follows:—</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_347" id="Page_347">[347]</a></span></p> - -<p class="pc2">Chapter the Sixth</p> - -<p class="dci4">I HAD hurt Campbell very badly indeed. I -had shattered the bridge of his nose to bits, -and there was a great commotion in the house—sending -for a lot of doctors, and all that. My -mother thought of nothing but staunching the -blood and getting the doctors there. The servants -were all excited and running about bringing -hot water and towels and so forth, so that -no attention was paid to me.</p> - -<p>I took advantage of the confusion. I put on -a little cloak and my sun-bonnet, and quietly -slipped out through one of the back doors into -the grounds. Then I called my dog, Prince, to -go with me, and in the gloaming—for it was -nearly nightfall—he and I waded across the -little creek that ran at the back of the place. -The house stood at the extreme edge of the -little city, and there was no town on the farther -side of the creek. So Prince and I went on -down the road, meeting nobody.</p> - -<p>My grandmother had left the town that day, -to go back to her home somewhere in the East, -so I made up my mind to walk toward the East -every day till I should come to the village where<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_348" id="Page_348">[348]</a></span> -she lived. I knew the name of the village, but -I didn’t know what State it was in or how far -away it might be; still, I hoped to find it after -a while, by inquiring of people. But I feared -a search would be made for me, so I decided -not to reveal myself by making inquiries till I -should be far away from the town where Campbell -and my mother lived.</p> - -<p>After walking along the road for what seemed -to me many hours, Prince and I climbed over a -fence and went far into the woods. There we -hid ourselves in a clump of pawpaw bushes and -went to sleep.</p> - -<p>When we woke, there was a heavy rain falling, -and we were very, very hungry. So we set -out to find a road somewhere, so that we might -come to a house and ask for something to eat. -But there didn’t seem to be any end to the -woods. We went on and on and on, without -coming out anywhere. I ate two pawpaws that -I found on the bushes, but poor Prince couldn’t -eat pawpaws, so he had to go starving.</p> - -<p>At last we grew so tired that we stopped to -rest, and I fell asleep. When I waked, it was -still raining hard, and my clothing was very -wet, and I was very cold, and it was nearly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_349" id="Page_349">[349]</a></span> -night again. So I told Prince we must hurry, -and find a house before it should grow dark.</p> - -<p>But when I tried to hurry, my feet wouldn’t -do as I wanted them to. My knees seemed to -give way under me, and I grew very hot. My -head ached for the first time in my life, and my -eyes bulged so that I couldn’t see straight. -Finally I seemed to forget who I was, or where -I was trying to go. Then I went to sleep.</p> - -<p>When I waked, I was lying in that bedroom -in Campbell’s house, and a nurse was sitting by -me. I tried to get up, but couldn’t. So I went -off to sleep again, and when I waked once more, -I understood that I was very ill and had been so -for a considerable time. I asked somebody if -Prince had been fed, and learned that he had. -I never asked another question about the matter, -and to this day I do not know how long I -lay unconscious in the woods, or who found me -there, or how, or anything about it.</p> - -<p>I must have taken a good while to get well; -for I remember how every morning I planned -to run away again the following night, and how -before night came I found myself still unable to -do anything but lie in bed and take my medicine.</p> - -<p>When at last I was able to sit in a rocking-chair<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_350" id="Page_350">[350]</a></span> -for an hour or two at a time, my mother -undertook to chide me a little about my conduct. -I reckon she didn’t accomplish much, -because she began at the wrong end of the -affair.</p> - -<p>“You hurt Mr. Campbell very badly,” she -said.</p> - -<p>“Did I? I’m glad of that.”</p> - -<p>“You are a very wicked girl.”</p> - -<p>To that statement I made no reply. I accepted -it as true, but I was not sorry for it. -Instead, I asked:—</p> - -<p>“Is he going to die?”</p> - -<p>“No. But he is very ill. That is to say, he -is suffering a great deal of pain.”</p> - -<p>“I’m glad of that.”</p> - -<p>“You terrible child! What am I to do with -you?”</p> - -<p>“I don’t know. I’m going to run away again -as soon as I can. You’d better let me stay -runaway.”</p> - -<p>Small as I was, I vaguely understood that my -mother’s first care was for the man Campbell, -and that so far as I was concerned, she cared -only for the trouble she expected me to give her. -If she had loved me a little, if she had taken<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_351" id="Page_351">[351]</a></span> -me into her lap and seemed a little bit sorry for -me, I reckon she might have had an easier time -with me. But she did nothing of that kind. -Instead of that, she managed to make me feel -that she regarded me somewhat in the light of -a criminal for whom she was responsible.</p> - -<p>She set a watch upon me day and night, keeping -me practically a prisoner in my own room. -That was because I had made the mistake of -telling her I meant to run away again. But even -as a prisoner, I might have been tractable if she -had spoken kindly and lovingly to me when she -visited my room, which she did two or three -times a day. Instead of that, she always looked -at me as one might at a desperate criminal, and -she talked to me of nothing but what she called -my wickedness, saying that it would break her -heart.</p> - -<p>Even when I got well enough to go out, I was -kept in my room until at last the doctor positively -ordered that I should be sent out of doors -every day. When that was done, a servant -maid whom I particularly disliked was sent with -me, under orders never to let me out of her -sight for a moment. I was as completely a -prisoner out of doors as in the house. But out<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_352" id="Page_352">[352]</a></span> -of doors I could sit down at the root of a tree, -shut my eyes, and bring my fairy friends to me. -In that way I managed to make myself happy -for little spells, as I could not do in my room, -for I simply would not ask the fairy people to -go to that horrible place.</p> - -<p>But this relief was soon taken from me. The -servant who watched me, seeing me sit with my -eyes shut, reported that I spent all the time out -of doors in sleep. She was directed by Campbell, -who had assumed control of my affairs, not -to let me sit down at all out of doors.</p> - -<p>When this was reported to me, I simply refused -to go out of doors again, and I stuck to -that resolution in spite of all commands and -threats. My health soon showed the results of -confinement, and the doctor, who was a friendly -sort of man, but strongly prejudiced by the bad -things he had been told about me, did all he -could to persuade me to go out. I absolutely -refused. Then my health grew still worse, and -finally the doctor insisted that I should be sent -away somewhere.</p> - -<p>Before that could be arranged, something else -happened to affect me. I’ll tell you about that -in another chapter.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_353" id="Page_353">[353]</a></span></p> - -<p class="pc2">Chapter the Seventh</p> - -<p class="dci5">THE servant who acted as my keeper suddenly -changed her manner toward me -about this time. She talked with me in a -friendly way, and she sang to me, trying to -teach me to sing with her. I refused to do -that, because I was unhappy and did not feel -like singing. But I rather liked to hear her -sing, as she had a pretty good voice. Still, in -my childish way, I distrusted the girl. I could -not understand why she had been so unkind to -me before, if her present kindness was sincere.</p> - -<p>She begged me to go out of doors with her, -and promised of her own accord that I should -sit down and shut my eyes whenever I pleased. -After a day or two, I so far yielded as to go out -with her for an hour and have a romp with -Prince. But I resolutely refused, then or on -succeeding days, to sit down and shut my eyes, -and call the fairy people. I felt, somehow, that -it would compromise my dignity to accept surreptitiously -and from a servant a privilege which -was forbidden to me by the servant’s master and -mistress.</p> - -<p>Still, I went out for a little while every day.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_354" id="Page_354">[354]</a></span> -The girl called our outings “larks,” which puzzled -me a good deal, as I knew there were no -larks in the town. Finally, one brilliant moonlight -night, as I sat looking out of the window, -the girl, as if moved by some sudden impulse, -said:—</p> - -<p>“Let’s go out for a lark in the moonlight. -I’ll put your cloak and bonnet on you, and it -will do you good.”</p> - -<p>I consented, and we quickly made ourselves -ready. Just after we had got out of doors, I -noticed that the girl had a satchel in her hand; -and when I questioned her about it, she said -that she wanted to make believe that we were -two ladies going to travel; “and ladies always -have satchels when they travel,” she explained.</p> - -<p>We wandered about for a little while, and -then the girl led the way to the extreme corner -of the grounds, a spot which could not be seen -from the house even in the daytime, because of -the trees. There was a little gate there, which -opened into a road, and the girl proposed that -we should pass through it for some reason which -I cannot now remember.</p> - -<p>We had walked only a little way beyond the -gate when we came to a carriage which was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_355" id="Page_355">[355]</a></span> -standing still, with a big man on the box and a -tall, slender man standing by the open door of -the vehicle. When this man turned his face -toward me in the moonlight, I recognised him. -He was my father! He stooped and put his -arms about me tenderly, laughing a little, as he -always had done when talking with me, but -stopping the laugh every moment or two to kiss -me. Then he told me to get into the carriage -so that we might go for a drive. When I had -got in, he gave the servant girl some money, -and said:—</p> - -<p>“If you keep your mouth shut and know -nothing, there’ll be another hundred for you. -I shall know if you talk, and if you do there’ll -be no money for you. I’ll send the money, if -you don’t talk, in two weeks, in care of the -bank.”</p> - -<p>Then we drove away in the moonlight, and I -found presently that the girl had put the satchel -into the carriage. I learned the next morning -that it contained some of my clothes, and my -combs and brushes.</p> - -<p>We travelled in the carriage for several hours, -and then got on board a railroad train, which -took us to Chicago.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_356" id="Page_356">[356]</a></span></p> - -<p class="pc2">Chapter the Eighth</p> - -<p class="dci5">WE hadn’t been many days in Chicago -when one morning about daybreak my -father waked me and said that Campbell was -after me, so that we must hurry. My father -had bought me a lot of things in Chicago—clothes -of many kinds, and a few books. I -reckon he didn’t know much about clothes or -books—poor papa—for all the clothes were -red, and the books, as I now know, were intended -for much older people than I was. But -he said that red was the prettiest colour, and as -for the books, the man that sold them had told -him that they were “standard works.” I remember -that one of them was called <i>Burke’s Works</i>, -and another <i>Gibbon’s Decline and Fall of the -Roman Empire</i>. I simply couldn’t like <i>Burke’s -Works</i>, but I reckon that was only because I -didn’t know what Mr. Burke was talking about. -I reckon I didn’t understand Gibbon very well, -but I liked him, because he told some good -stories, and because his sentences were musical. -I liked <i>Macaulay’s Miscellanies</i> for the same -reason, and I liked <i>Macaulay’s History</i> because -it was so simple that I could understand it.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_357" id="Page_357">[357]</a></span> -Best of all, I liked <i>Rasselas</i>, <i>The Vicar of Wakefield</i>, -<i>Robinson Crusoe</i>, and <i>The British Drama</i>, -and Shakespeare—at least, in parts. I liked -to read about Parolles, and the way he was -tricked and his cowardice exposed. I identified -him with Campbell, and rejoiced when he got -into trouble. I suppose that was wicked, but -I’m telling you all my thoughts, Dorothy, so -that you may know the whole truth about me -and not be deceived. I liked Falstaff, too.</p> - -<p>I liked <i>Rasselas</i>, because in his happy valley -there was no man like Campbell. And I liked -<i>Robinson Crusoe</i> for the same reason. Somehow -I liked to live with him on his island, because I -knew that if Campbell should land there, Robinson -Crusoe would shoot him.</p> - -<p>But above all, I liked the <i>British Drama</i>, -because it opened a new and larger life to me -than any that I had ever known.</p> - -<p>When my father waked me up on that morning, -I hurriedly packed my books and clothes -into a trunk. There were very few underclothes, -for my father knew nothing about such -things, but there were many red dresses and red -cloaks and red hats. And there were two fur -coats—big enough for a grown woman to wear.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_358" id="Page_358">[358]</a></span></p> - -<p>We got on board a train and travelled all day. -Then we took another train and travelled all -night, till we came to the end of the railroad. -Then we got into a cart and travelled three or -four days into the woods.</p> - -<p>Finally we came to a camp in the woods, -where my father seemed to be master of everything -and everybody. There were Indians there -and half-breeds, and Canadian lumber-men, for -it was a lumber-camp. There was a Great Lake -there, and many little lakes not far away. I -reckon the Great Lake was Lake Superior, but -I don’t know for certain.</p> - -<p>There were no women in the camp except -squaws and half-breeds. They were pretty good -people, but very dirty, so I could not live with -them. My father made the men build a little -log house for him and me, and he made them -hew a bath-tub for me out of a big log. Then -he hired a half-breed girl to heat water every -day and fill the tub for me to bathe in. As for -himself, he jumped into the lake every morning, -even when he had to make the men cut a hole -in the ice for his use.</p> - -<p>I liked the lumber-camp life because I was -free there, and because there were big fires at<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_359" id="Page_359">[359]</a></span> -night, like bonfires. One of them was just -before my door, and my father made an Indian -boy keep it blazing all night for me, so that I -might see the light of it whenever I waked. -I used to sit by it and read my books, even -when the snow was deep on the ground; for by -turning first one side and then the other to the -fire I could keep warm. And the Canadians and -the half-breeds and the Indians used to squat -on the ground near me and beg me to read the -books aloud to them. As they all spoke French, -and understood no word of English, of course -they didn’t understand what I read to them, -but they liked to hear me read, and it was -sometimes hard to drive them away to their -beds, even when midnight came.</p> - -<p>They taught me French during the year I -lived among them. You tell me it is very bad -French, and I reckon it is; but it was all they -knew: they did their best, and I reckon that is -all that anybody can do. At any rate, they -were kind to me, and they taught me all the -ways of the birds and the animals. I tried to -teach them to be kind to the birds and the -animals, after I began to understand the wild -creatures; but the camp people never would<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_360" id="Page_360">[360]</a></span> -learn that. Their only idea of an animal or a -bird was to eat its flesh and sell its skin.</p> - -<p>There was a young priest there who knew -better, and he ought to have loved the birds -and animals. But he used to talk about God’s -having given man dominion over the beasts and -the birds, and that doctrine perverted his mind, -I think. He killed a pretty little chipmunk, one -day, to get its skin to stuff. That chipmunk was -my friend. I had taught it to climb up into my -lap and eat out of my hand. He persuaded it -to climb into his lap, and then he betrayed its -confidence and killed it. I was very angry with -him. I picked up an ox-whip and struck him -with it twice. I was only a little girl, but I had -grown strong in the outdoor life of the camp, -and it doesn’t take much strength to make an -ox-whip hurt.</p> - -<p>There was great commotion in the camp when -this occurred. The people there were very religious -in their way, but they seemed to me to -worship the priest rather than God. They -didn’t mind sinning as much as they pleased, -because they knew that the priest would forgive -their sins on easy terms; but they thought that -my act in striking the priest with the ox-whip<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_361" id="Page_361">[361]</a></span> -was a peculiarly heinous crime. Perhaps it was, -but I can’t even yet so look upon it. They -regarded him as a “man of God”; but if -he was so, why did he deceive the poor little -chipmunk, and persuade it to trust him, and -then kill it cruelly? Dorothy, I am not a bit -sorry, even now, that I chastised him with the -ox-whip.</p> - -<p>[“Neither am I,” wrote Dorothy in the margin -of the manuscript.]</p> - -<p>But the occurrence created a great disturbance -in the camp, and so my father had to take -me away, for fear that the lumber-men would -kill me. Curious, isn’t it, that while they were -so religious as to feel in that way about the -priest, who after all was only a man, they were -yet so wicked that they were ready to commit -murder in revenge? But those people were -very ignorant and very superstitious. They -thought some terrible calamity would fall upon -them if I were permitted to remain in the camp. -I think they cared more about that than they -did about the priest. Even those who had been -kind to me, teaching me to ride bareback and -to shoot and to fish and to make baskets, and all -the rest of it, turned against me; so that my<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_362" id="Page_362">[362]</a></span> -father had to stand by me with his pistols -cocked and ready in his hand, till he could get -me out of the camp.</p> - -<p class="pc2">Chapter the Ninth</p> - -<p class="dci5">FROM that camp my father took me way up -to Hudson’s Bay. We travelled over the -snow on sledges drawn by dogs, and I learned -to know the dogs as nobody else did. They -were savage creatures, and would bite anybody -who came near them. But somehow they never -bit me. They didn’t like to be petted, but they -let me pet them. I don’t know why this was -so, but it was so.</p> - -<p>We did not remain long at Hudson’s Bay—only -a few weeks. After that, we went somewhere—I -don’t know where it was—where -the whale-men came ashore and rendered out -the blubber they had got out at sea.</p> - -<p>You must remember that my father had many -interests. He owned part of the lumber-camp -we had stayed in, he had a fur trade at Hudson’s -Bay, and he had an interest in some -whaling-ships. Wherever we went, my father -seemed to be at home and to be master of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_363" id="Page_363">[363]</a></span> -men about him. I admired him greatly, and -loved him very much. I wondered how my -mother could have left him and married Campbell. -I am wondering over that even yet.</p> - -<p>It was while we were at Hudson’s Bay that I -began to understand something about my father. -He sat down with me one day (he didn’t often -sit down for more than a few minutes at a time, -but on this occasion he sat with me for nearly -half a day) and explained things to me.</p> - -<p>“I want to tell you some things, little girl,” -he said, “and I want you to try to understand -them. Above all, I want you to remember them. -You know sometimes I have a great deal of -money, and sometimes I have none at all. That -is because my business is a risky one. Sometimes -I make a great deal of money out of it, -and sometimes I lose a great deal.</p> - -<p>“Now, when your mother left me, I made up -my mind to provide well for her and you, so that -no matter what else should happen, you and she -might never come to want. You see, I still loved -your mother. I insured my life for a large sum, -and as I had plenty of money then, I paid for -the insurance cash down. You don’t understand -about such things, and it isn’t necessary that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_364" id="Page_364">[364]</a></span> -you should. But by insuring my life and paying -cash for the insurance, I made it certain that -whenever I should die, a rich insurance company -would pay you a big sum of money; I had -purposely made it payable to you and not to -your mother, because I knew you would take -care of your mother, while she could never take -care of anybody or anything. I also bought -some bonds and stocks and put them in your -name, and placed them in a bank in New York.</p> - -<p>“Now, I want you to pay close attention and -try to understand what I tell you. Here are -some papers that I want you to keep always by -you—always in your little satchel. Always have -them by you when you go to bed, and always -lock them up by day. Take them with you -wherever you go.</p> - -<p>“This one is my will. It gives you everything -that I may happen to own when I die.” With -that, he handed me the papers.</p> - -<p>“This one is the life-insurance policy. When -I die, you, or whoever is acting for you, will -have to present that to the life-insurance company, -together with doctors’ certificates that I -am really dead. Then the company will pay -you the money.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_365" id="Page_365">[365]</a></span></p> - -<p>“This one is a list of the securities—the -bonds and stocks—that I have deposited in -your name in the Chemical Bank of New York. -You see, it is signed by the cashier of that bank. -It is a receipt for the bonds and stocks. So you -must keep it very carefully.</p> - -<p>“Now, another thing you must remember: you -can’t draw the money on my life-insurance policy -until I die; but you can get these bonds and -stocks at any time that you please, merely by -presenting the receipt and asking for them. So -long as you are a little girl under age, you -couldn’t do this for yourself. Somebody must -do it for you. You must be very careful whom -you select for that purpose.”</p> - -<p>Then he gave me the names and addresses of -several gentlemen, who, he said, were his friends -and honest men, and advised me to apply to -them to act for me if I ever had occasion to do -anything of the kind. Then he went on to say:</p> - -<p>“The scoundrel, Campbell, knows that you -own all this, besides some houses and lands -(here’s a memorandum of them) which I have -deeded to you. In the hope of getting hold of -your property, he, as your stepfather, has had -himself appointed your guardian. It is a shame<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_366" id="Page_366">[366]</a></span> -that the courts allow that, but he owns a judge or -two, and he has managed to get it done. That -is why he is following us and trying to get hold -of you. He doesn’t know what your property -is, or where, and he thinks you will have these -papers. So, if he can get hold of you, he thinks -he can get hold of the property also. If I can -manage to get you to New York, I’ll take the -papers out of your hands and place them in -charge of some men there whom I can trust. -But as I may fail in that, and as something -may happen to me, I want you to have the -papers.</p> - -<p>“I am pretty well off just now, but my business -is very uncertain. When I die, I may be very -rich, or I may ‘go broke’ any day between now -and then. That is why I have put this property -into your hands while I have it. I am a reckless -fellow. I ‘take the very longest chances’ -sometimes in my business enterprises. Sometimes -I suddenly lose pretty nearly everything -I have in the world, and I might die just at -such a time. So I have provided for you in -any case.</p> - -<p>“If I can get to New York with you, I am -going to hide you completely from that man,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_367" id="Page_367">[367]</a></span> -Campbell. There is an excellent gentlewoman -there in whose hands I intend to put you. She -is a woman to be trusted, and she is rather poor, -so she will be glad to take charge of you and -keep you out of Campbell’s way, damn him! -Pardon me, dear! I didn’t mean to swear in -your presence. I only mean that I can give -that lady plenty of money, and she can take -you wherever she thinks you will be safe.”</p> - -<p>“But I had much rather stay with you, Father,” -I answered, with tears in my eyes.</p> - -<p>“Yes, I know. And God knows,” he said, -“that I had rather have you with me. But -everything is a gamble with me. I have many -enemies, child, and some one of them may make -an end of me any day. The other way will be -safest for you.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t care for myself,” I answered. “I -only care for you, and to be with you. I’ll take -the risks, and if any of your enemies ever makes -an end of you, as you say, I want to be there to -wreak vengeance. You know I can shoot as -straight as any man alive, whether with a pistol -or a rifle or a shot-gun.”</p> - -<p>“You dear child!” he responded, “I know -all that. And that is why I want to house you<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_368" id="Page_368">[368]</a></span> -safely. You have it in you to be as reckless as -your dad is, and I don’t intend that you shall -have occasion or opportunity.”</p> - -<p>How I did love my father! I don’t believe -he was ever bad, Dorothy, though they said -he was. People who liked him used to say he -was “uncommonly quick on trigger”; people -who hated him called him a desperado. I call -him my father, and I love his memory, for he -is dead now, as you will hear later.</p> - -<p>But I was anxious to remember all that he -had told me, and to make no mistake about it. -I had taught myself how to write, during my -stay at the lumber-camp and on Hudson’s Bay, so -I got some old blank books from the agency, -books which had been partly written in by a -clerk who made his lines so hairlike that I could -write all over them and yet make my writing -quite legible. In these I wrote all that my -father had said, just as he had said it, meaning -to commit it to memory if I had got it right. -When it was done, I took it to him and he read -it. He laughed when he came to the swear -word, and said:—</p> - -<p>“You might have omitted that. Still, I’m -glad you didn’t, because it shows how bravely<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_369" id="Page_369">[369]</a></span> -truthful you are, and I love that in you better -than anything else.”</p> - -<p>I have always remembered that, Dorothy. I -don’t know how far those who have left us -know what we do; but I always think that if -my father knows, he will be glad to have me -perfectly truthful, and I love him so much that -I would make any sacrifice to make him glad.</p> - -<p>After he had read over what I had written, -and had corrected a word here and there, I set -to work to commit it to memory, so that I should -never forget a line or a word of it. That is how -it comes about that I am able to report it all to -you exactly.</p> - -<p>Now I know you are tired, so I am going to -begin a new chapter, and you can rest as long -as you like before reading it.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_370" id="Page_370">[370]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="ch">XXVI</h2> - -<p class="pch">EVELYN’S BOOK, CONTINUED</p> - -<p class="drop-cap04">IT was Dorothy’s habit when reading a book -to stop for an hour now and then, and -devote that space to careful thinking. -She explained her practice to Arthur one day, -saying:—</p> - -<p>“If a book be interesting, it is apt to dominate -the mind, and sometimes to mislead the -judgment. I think it well to suspend the reading -now and then, and give myself a chance to -shake off the glamour of the narrative, and to -think out for myself what it means and to what -it tends. One must do that, indeed, if one -doesn’t want to surrender himself or herself -completely to the dominance of an author’s -thought, but chooses instead to do his or her -own thinking.”</p> - -<p>So Dorothy took an hour or two for thinking -before going on with the reading of Evelyn’s -book. Evelyn knew her habit, and she had -recognised it by changing chapters at this point.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_371" id="Page_371">[371]</a></span></p> - -<p>When Dorothy took up the pages again, she -read as follows:—</p> - -<p class="pc2">Chapter the Tenth</p> - -<p class="dci5">WE stayed a long time among the whaling -people, and they taught me many things. -I learned from them how to tie all sorts of -knots, and how to catch sea fish, and how to -row, and best of all, how to sail a boat.</p> - -<p>They were a curious kind of men. They -swore all the time, in almost every sentence. -But their swearing didn’t mean anything, and -so it didn’t shock me in the least. They were -not at all angry when they swore. They swore, -I think, merely because they hadn’t any adjectives -with which to express their thoughts. -They called me a “damned nice gal,” and they -meant it for a compliment. In the same way, -they spoke of a tangle in a fish-line as “a -damned ugly snarl,” or of a fish as “a damned -big catch.” I suppose one might cure them of -swearing by teaching them some adjectives. -But nobody ever took the trouble to do that.</p> - -<p>They were good fellows—strong and brave, -and wonderfully enduring. When I went out<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_372" id="Page_372">[372]</a></span> -fishing with them, and the tide was out on our -return, so that we couldn’t come up to a pier, -one of them would jump overboard in the mud, -pick me up, swing me to his broad shoulders, -and carry me ashore dry-shod, without seeming -to think anything of it.</p> - -<p>One day we had a storm while I was out in a -fishing-boat. As soon as it came on, all the boats -came to the side of ours, though it was dangerous -to do so, just to make sure of my safety. -The boat I was in was swamped, and I was -spilled overboard. But I was no sooner in the -angry sea than I was grabbed by the arms of -a stout young fellow who gallantly bore me -toward a little sloop that lay at hand. A mast -broke off and fell. It hit the poor fellow, and, -finding himself unable to do any more, he called -to a comrade to take me, and he sank in the -water and was drowned. He didn’t seem to -care for himself at all, but only to save me, and -all the rest of them seemed to think that that -was a matter of course. I got my father to -give me some money, and I hired a stone-cutter -to put up a monument over the poor fellow’s -grave; for we recovered his body, with both -arms broken by the blow from the falling mast.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_373" id="Page_373">[373]</a></span> -There are lots of heroes, Dorothy, who are -never engaged in wars.</p> - -<p>At last my father took me away from the -whaling town, and we went to New York in a -little schooner. It took us a long time, because -the winds were adverse, but we got there after -a while, and went to a hotel. It was the Astor -House, I think, and it had a beautiful little park -nearly in front of it. I don’t think that is of -any consequence, but, you see, I am trying to -tell you everything. You can skip anything -you don’t care for.</p> - -<p>[“I’m not skipping anything,” wrote Dorothy -in the margin.]</p> - -<p>As soon as we were settled at the hotel, my -father sent for the gentlewoman he had spoken -about, and placed me in her care. Then something -happened that I never understood. Before -my father could take the papers from me -and place them in the hands of the gentleman -he intended to leave them with, he was somehow -compelled to leave the city. He went -away suddenly after midnight, and I never saw -him again. I still kept the papers after he left -New York so suddenly.</p> - -<p>The lady was greatly excited when my father’s<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_374" id="Page_374">[374]</a></span> -note came to her, saying that he had gone away, -and she seemed to fear some danger for me. -So, between midnight and morning, she packed -our things, and we went to a boarding-house -away up-town. Even there she didn’t feel -safe, and so, within a day or so, we went on -board a canal boat, and went up the river, and -then along the canal for many days.</p> - -<p>I asked the lady (Mrs. Dennison was her -name) why we hadn’t taken a railroad train -instead, so as to travel faster. She answered: -“They were watching all the trains, dear, and -would have caught you if we had tried to take -one. They didn’t think of canal boats, because -nobody travels by them in these days.”</p> - -<p>After we had travelled by canal boat for several -days (a week or more, I think), we left the -boat at a very little village, and went away -across country to a little house in a sparsely -settled district. There Mrs. Dennison and I -lived quite alone for more than a year. It was -a very happy year, except that I couldn’t see -my father, and except for another thing. Mrs. -Dennison made me wear a boy’s clothes and -call myself by a false name, “Charlie Dennison.” -She did that to prevent Campbell from<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_375" id="Page_375">[375]</a></span> -finding me. I suppose it really didn’t matter -much, but somehow I didn’t like the thought -of wearing a disguise and going by an assumed -name.</p> - -<p>Of course, as a boy, I couldn’t go much with -the few girls there were in the neighbourhood, -and at the same time, being in fact a girl, I -couldn’t go out and associate with the boys. -So my only companion was Mrs. Dennison. -We lived together in a tiny bit of a house that -belonged to her, and she was the only real -teacher I ever had. I reckon she didn’t know -much about books. At any rate, she didn’t -care about them. But she let me read mine -as much as I pleased, and she taught me how -to do all sorts of household things. Especially -she taught me to do needlework, and as I used -to do it in our little porch in the summertime, -the boys thought it strange for a boy to use a -needle, so they used to call me “Miss Charlotte” -and gibe and jeer at me a good deal. -But I didn’t mind, particularly as there was a -woodland near our house, so that I could see -a great deal of my birds and squirrels. It was -then, too, that I made acquaintance with many -insects and bugs—pinch-bugs, ants, yellow-jackets,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_376" id="Page_376">[376]</a></span> -and a lot more. You can’t imagine -how greatly interested I became in studying -the ways of these creatures. They all have -characters of their own; and when one really -becomes acquainted with them, they are vastly -more interesting than commonplace people are.</p> - -<p class="pc2">Chapter the Eleventh</p> - -<p class="dci6">AFTER we had lived for more than a year -in the little cottage, Mrs. Dennison one -day told me we must go away quickly, and we -left within an hour. She let me put my girl’s -clothes on before we started.</p> - -<p>“They have found out that you are disguised -as a boy,” she explained, “and when they set -out to find us again, they’ll probably look for -a lady and a boy. So, by wearing girl’s clothes -again, you’ll have a better chance to escape -their clutches.”</p> - -<p>I was getting to be a pretty big girl by that -time, and so I had been ashamed of wearing -boy’s clothes for some time past. But when I -put on my gowns again, they made me still -more ashamed, because they were so short.</p> - -<p>So, as soon as we got to a place where we<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_377" id="Page_377">[377]</a></span> -could stop for a few days, Mrs. Dennison sent -for two dressmakers to fashion some new gowns -for me, and I really looked quite like another -person when I put them on.</p> - -<p>That must have been about four years ago. -According to what I was afterward told, I was -then thirteen years old. I know now that I -was fifteen. But I’ll tell you all about that -further on.</p> - -<p>All this while, Mrs. Dennison was receiving -money from my father at regular intervals, and -there was plenty of it. But it never came -directly from my father. It came from a bank, -with a very formal note saying that the money -was sent “by order of Mr. Jackson Byrd,” and -asking Mrs. Dennison to sign and return a receipt -for it. My father sent us no letters and -no messages. This troubled me very much -when I got to thinking about it. And that -made me very unhappy, for I loved my father -dearly, and I remembered how happy I had been -with him. But after thinking more about it, I -saw that he hadn’t forgotten his little girl and -hadn’t quit caring about her, because if he had, -the money wouldn’t have come so regularly.</p> - -<p>Still, that troubled me more than ever, because<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_378" id="Page_378">[378]</a></span> -it must mean that my father was in some kind of -difficulty, that he could not send any letters to -us. I learned afterward that this was so, but -Mrs. Dennison would never tell me anything -about it.</p> - -<p>We were moving about a good deal at this -time, generally starting suddenly—sometimes -so suddenly as to leave many of our things behind. -But I always carried the little satchel -that contained the papers my father had given -me.</p> - -<p>At last, one day when we left the train at Chicago -and entered a carriage to drive to a little -hotel that we were to live at, a man came to the -carriage door and handed Mrs. Dennison a paper. -He said something which I did not understand, -and Mrs. Dennison kissed me and got out of -the carriage. The man got in, and ordered the -carriage to drive away with us, leaving Mrs. -Dennison standing there on the sidewalk.</p> - -<p>I was terribly scared, and wanted to jump -out. I tried to open the doors, but the man had -placed his hands on the two latches, so that I -couldn’t move them. I felt like shrieking, but -I decided that it was best to control myself, keep -my wits about me, and be ready to deal with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_379" id="Page_379">[379]</a></span> -the situation wisely, as soon as I should find out -what it really was. So, summoning all my self-control, -I entered into conversation with the man -who sat on the front seat opposite me.</p> - -<p>“Do you mind telling me,” I asked, “why you -have kidnapped me in this fashion?”</p> - -<p>“It ain’t kidnapping, young lady, an’ it ain’t -anything else irregular. You see, I had a warrant. -I’m a court officer, an’ I does what the -court orders an’ nothin’ else.”</p> - -<p>“Then a court ordered you to seize me?” -I asked.</p> - -<p>“Ya’as ’m,” he answered.</p> - -<p>“But on what ground?”</p> - -<p>“‘Tain’t my business to know that, Miss, an’ -as a matter of fac’ I don’t know it. All I know -is, I was give a warrant an’ tole to serve it, an’ -bring you to the court. Don’t you worry about -a-payin’ of the cabman. I’ll ten’ to all that.”</p> - -<p>“But what do they want with me in court?” -I asked insistently.</p> - -<p>“Dunno, Miss.”</p> - -<p>“But who is it that wants me?”</p> - -<p>“Dunno, Miss, only the warrant head said, -‘Campbell vee ess Byrd and Dennison.’”</p> - -<p>“But what right have they to bother me in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_380" id="Page_380">[380]</a></span> -this way? Am I not a free person? Haven’t I -a right—”</p> - -<p>“Dunno, Miss, ’tain’t my business to know. -But I suppose you’re a gal under age, and I -suppose gals under age ain’t got no rights in -pertic’lar, leastways in opposition to their gardeens.”</p> - -<p>By this time, we had arrived at the courthouse, -and I was taken before the judge. I remember -thinking that if I should displease him -in any way, he could order me hanged. I know -better now, but I thought so then; so I made up -my mind to be very nice to the judge.</p> - -<p>Campbell was there, and he had a lawyer with -him. The lawyer told the judge that Campbell -was—something in Latin—<i>loco parentis</i>, I think -it was. Anyhow, it meant stepfather, or something -like that. He said the courts in his State -had made him my guardian; that I possessed -valuable property; that I had been abducted -by my father, who was a dissolute person, now -serving out a sentence in the State’s prison -for some crime. He gave the judge a lot of -papers to prove all this.</p> - -<p>I was so shocked and distressed to hear -that my father was in prison, that for a while<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_381" id="Page_381">[381]</a></span> -I couldn’t speak. At last I controlled myself -and said to the judge:—</p> - -<p>“I love my father. If he has been sent to -prison, it was that man”—pointing to Campbell—“who -got him sent there. My father is good -and kind, and I love him. Campbell is wicked -and cruel, and I hate him. Look at his flat -nose! That’s where I smashed it with a heavy -hair-brush when he tried to whip me for telling -the truth about him. I don’t want to go with -him. I want to go back to Mrs. Dennison, till -my father can come after me. Please, Judge, -let me do that.”</p> - -<p>The judge asked Campbell’s lawyer how old -I was, and he answered:—</p> - -<p>“Thirteen years old, your Honour.”</p> - -<p>Then the judge said:—</p> - -<p>“She seems older. If she were fourteen, I -should be bound by the law to let her choose -her own guardian for so long at least as she -shall remain in Illinois. But as the papers in -the case seem to show that her age is only thirteen, -I am bound to recognise the guardianship -established by the courts of another State. I -must remand the girl to the custody of her -guardian, Mr. Campbell.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_382" id="Page_382">[382]</a></span></p> - -<p>Then, seeing in how desperate a strait I was, -I summoned all my courage. I rose to my feet -and faced the judge. I said:—</p> - -<p>“But, please, Mr. Judge, this isn’t fair. That -man Campbell hates me, and I hate him. Isn’t -it better to send me to somebody else? Besides -that, he has a lawyer, and I haven’t one. Can’t -I hire a lawyer to speak for me? I’ve got two -dollars in my pocketbook to pay him with.”</p> - -<p>Everybody laughed when I said that. You -see, I had no idea what the price of lawyers -was. But just then an old gentleman arose and -said to the judge:—</p> - -<p>“If it please the court, I will appear as counsel -for this persecuted girl. I have listened to -these proceedings with indignation and horror. -It is perfectly clear to my mind that this is a -case of kidnapping under the forms of the law.”</p> - -<p>There the judge interrupted him, saying:—</p> - -<p>“The court will permit no reflections upon its -proceedings.”</p> - -<p>Then my lawyer answered:—</p> - -<p>“I have cast no reflections upon the court. -My challenge is to the integrity and good faith -of this man, Campbell. I do not know the facts -that lie behind this proceeding. I am going to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_383" id="Page_383">[383]</a></span> -ask the court for an adjournment, in order to -find them out. It is obvious that this young -girl—helpless and friendless here—looks not -only unwillingly, but with positive horror, upon -the prospect of being placed again in Campbell’s -charge. Morally, and I think legally, she -has a right to be heard in that behalf, to have -the facts competently explored and fully presented -to the court. To that end, I ask that -the matter be adjourned for one week, and that -the young girl be paroled, in the meanwhile, -in the custody of her counsel.”</p> - -<p>Then the dear old gentleman, whom everybody -seemed to regard with special reverence, -took his seat by my side, and held my hand in -his. Campbell’s lawyer made a speech to the -judge, and when he had finished, the judge said -that my lawyer’s request was denied. He explained -the matter in a way that I did not understand. -It seemed to anger the old lawyer who -had taken my case. He rose and said, as nearly -as I can remember:—</p> - -<p>“Your Honour’s denial of my motion is a -denial of justice. This young girl, my client, is -a minor child, utterly defenceless here except -in so far as I have volunteered my services to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_384" id="Page_384">[384]</a></span> -defend her. But she is an American citizen, and -as such is entitled to be heard in her own behalf. -In this court she cannot get a hearing, for the -reason that this court has corruptly prejudged -the case, as it corruptly prejudges every case -in which money or influence can be brought to -bear.”</p> - -<p>By this time the judge was pounding with his -mallet, and the whole court-room was in an uproar. -But, raising his voice, my dear old lawyer -continued:—</p> - -<p>“If justice were done, you, sir, would be -dragged from the bench that you dishonour by -sitting upon it. Oh, I know, you can send me -to jail for speaking these truths in your presence. -I trust you will try that. If, by any -martyrdom of mine, I can bring the corruption -of such judges as you are to the knowledge and -attention of this community, I shall feel that my -work is well done. In the meantime I shall set -another to secure for this helpless girl a writ -of habeas corpus which shall get for her, in -another and more righteous court, the fair hearing -which you insolently and criminally deny to -her here. Now send me to jail in punishment -of the immeasurable contempt I feel for a court<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_385" id="Page_385">[385]</a></span> -where justice is betrayed for money, and where -human rights are bartered away for a price.”</p> - -<p>The judge was very angry, and a lot of men -surrounded my old lawyer. But what happened -afterward I have never known. For no sooner -was I put in Campbell’s charge than I was hurried -to a train, and the next morning I heard -him say to one of the men he had with him:—</p> - -<p>“We are out of Illinois now; we’ve beaten -that writ of habeas corpus.”</p> - -<p>Then he turned to me and said:—</p> - -<p>“If you care for your own comfort, you will -recognise me as your guardian, and behave -yourself accordingly.”</p> - -<p>I reckon you must be tired reading by this -time, Dorothy, so you are to take a rest here, -and I’ll write the remainder of my story in other -chapters. I’m afraid I’m making my story tedious; -but I’ve fully made up my mind to tell it -all, because I don’t know what you will care for -in it, and what will seem unimportant to you. -If I try to shorten it by leaving out anything, the -thing I leave out may happen to be precisely the -thing that would change your opinion of me. I -want to deal absolutely honestly with you; so -I am telling you everything I remember.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_386" id="Page_386">[386]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="ch">XXVII</h2> - -<p class="pch">KILGARIFF’S PERPLEXITY</p> - -<p class="drop-cap08">DURING the two days that Dorothy had -thus far given to the reading of Evelyn’s -book, Kilgariff had been chafing -impatiently. He wanted to go back to Petersburg -and active duty, and he wanted, before -doing so, to ride over to Branton and “talk it -out with Evelyn,” as he formulated his thoughts -in his own mind.</p> - -<p>He could do neither, for the reason that his -wound began to trouble him again, and Arthur -Brent, upon examining it, condemned him to -spend another week or ten days in the house.</p> - -<p>So far as “talking it out with Evelyn” was -concerned, it was perhaps fortunate that he was -compelled to submit to an enforced delay. For -he really did not know what he was to say to -Evelyn; and the more he thought about the -matter, the more he did not know.</p> - -<p>The question was indeed a very perplexing<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_387" id="Page_387">[387]</a></span> -one. How should he even begin the proposed -conversation? Should he begin by abruptly -telling Evelyn that he loved her, but that there -were reasons why he did not want her to give -him love in return? That was not the way in -which a woman had a right to expect to be -wooed. It would be a direct affront to her -womanly and maidenly pride, which she would -promptly, and bitterly, and quite properly, resent. -Moreover, by arousing her anger and -resentment, it would utterly defeat his purpose, -which was to find out his own duty by -finding out how far Evelyn had already learned -to think of him as a possible lover.</p> - -<p>Should he, then, ask her that question, in -her own singularly direct and truthful way of -dealing?</p> - -<p>That would be to affront and wound her by -the assumption that she had given her love -unasked.</p> - -<p>Should he begin by explaining to her the -circumstances which prompted him to shrink -from wooing her, and then offer her his love -if she wanted it?</p> - -<p>Nothing could be more preposterous than that.</p> - -<p>Should he simply pay her his addresses, ask<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_388" id="Page_388">[388]</a></span> -her for her love, and then, if she should give it, -proceed to explain to her the reasons why she -should not have permitted herself to love such -a man as he?</p> - -<p>That question also promptly answered itself in -the negative, with emphasis.</p> - -<p>What, then, should he do?</p> - -<p>Clearly it would be better to await Evelyn’s -return to Wyanoke, and trust to good luck to -open some possible way. At any rate, he might -there approach the subject in indirect ways; -while if he could have ridden over to Branton -for the express purpose of having a conference -with her, no such indirection would have been -possible. His very going to her there would -have been a declaration of some purpose which -he must promptly explain.</p> - -<p>Obviously, therefore, it was better that he -should not go to Branton, but should await -such opportunity as good fortune might give -him after Evelyn’s return to Wyanoke. But -that necessity postponed the outcome, and Kilgariff -was in a mood to be impatient of delay, -particularly as every hour consciously intensified -his own love, and rendered him less and less -capable of saying nay to his passion.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_389" id="Page_389">[389]</a></span></p> - -<p>With her woman’s quickness of perception, -Dorothy shrewdly guessed what was going on -in his mind, and she rejoiced in it. But she -made no reference to the matter, even in the -most remotely indirect way. She simply went -about her tasks with a pleased and amused smile -on her face.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_390" id="Page_390">[390]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="ch">XXVIII</h2> - -<p class="pch">EVELYN’S BOOK, CONCLUDED</p> - -<p class="drop-cap04">WHEN Dorothy took up Evelyn’s -manuscript again, it was nine o’clock -in the evening of the second day, -and, moved by her eagerness to follow the story, -even more than by her conscientious desire to -finish it before the author’s return on the morrow, -she read late into the night. But she had -sent Evelyn a note in the late afternoon, in -which she had written:—</p> - -<div class="pbq"> - -<p class="p1">My Evelyn is not to fail in her promise to come -back to me to-morrow. I have not yet completed the -reading of the manuscript, though I hope to do so -to-night, if a late vigil shall enable me to accomplish -that purpose. I have asked Arthur to let me sleep in -the nursery to-night, if I finish the reading in time to -sleep at all. So I can sit up as late as I please without -fear of disturbing him. Poor fellow, he is working too -hard and thinking too hard even for his magnificent -strength.</p> - -<p>But whether I finish your manuscript to-night or<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_391" id="Page_391">[391]</a></span> -not, Evelyn dear, I have read enough of it to know -that your life-story only confirms the judgment I had -formed of your character, and draws you nearer to my -sympathies. So come home in the morning, and don’t -disappoint me.</p></div> - -<p class="p1">When she took up the manuscript again, this -is what she read:—</p> - -<p class="pc2">Chapter the Twelfth</p> - -<p class="dci5">WE travelled by the railroad as far as it -went. Then we had to get into a big -wagon, drawn by six mules.</p> - -<p>The country we passed through was wild, and -quite uninhabited, I think. At any rate, we saw -no houses, and no people except now and then -a little party of Indians. There were no roads, -only dim trails, and there were no bridges, so -that it sometimes took us three or four days to -get across a river.</p> - -<p>We carried all our provisions in the wagon, -and when we stopped for the night we cooked -our suppers by great big fires, built out of doors. -It was usually about nightfall when we pitched -our camp, and so long as our way lay through -the woods, I used to lie awake for hours every<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_392" id="Page_392">[392]</a></span> -night, looking up and watching the light from -the camp-fire as it played hide and seek among -the great trees. When at last we got out of the -woods and began travelling over a vast prairie, -the camping was far less pleasant, particularly -when a norther blew, making it bitter cold. -Still, I insisted on sleeping out of doors, although -Campbell had fitted up a cosy little bedroom for -me in the big wagon. That was because it was -Campbell’s wagon. Out of doors I felt a sort of -freedom, while if I even looked into the wagon -I realised that I was that man’s prisoner.</p> - -<p>He was trying to be good to me then. That -is to say, he was trying to make me think him -kind and to make me like him. Among other -things, he gave me a horse to ride on. He had -intended at first that I should travel in the -wagon, but I would not do that. I preferred -to walk, instead. So, after the second day, -when we met a party of Indians, he bought a -horse of them and gave it to me to ride. It was -a vicious brute, bent upon breaking my neck, -but I knew how to ride, and within a day or -two I had taught the animal to like me a little, -and to obey me altogether. I had no saddle, -of course, but I never did like a saddle, and I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_393" id="Page_393">[393]</a></span> -don’t, even now, as you know. So I got one of -the men to strap a blanket on my horse’s back -with a surcingle, and I rode upon that.</p> - -<p>The men who drove our mules were very -rough fellows, but they soon got to liking me. -I suppose that was because I knew how to ride -and wasn’t afraid of anything. However that -may be, they seemed to like me. They would -do their best to make me comfortable, giving me -the best they could get to eat—birds, squirrels, -and the like—and always making for me a -pallet of dry grass or leaves to sleep upon.</p> - -<p>Finally, one evening, when Campbell had -gone away from the camp for some purpose or -other, one of the rough men came to me and -said:—</p> - -<p>“Little Missy”—that is what they always -called me—“little Missy, you don’t like Campbell -an’ you want to get away from him. Now -he’s pretty quick on trigger, but I’m a bit -quicker’n he is, an’ anyhow I’ll take the -chances for you. Ef you say the word, I’ll -pick a quarrel with him an’ kill him in fair -fight. Then my pards an’ me’ll take you to -some civilised town an’ leave you there, so’s -you kin git back to your friends. Only say the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_394" id="Page_394">[394]</a></span> -word, an’ I’ll git him ready for his funeral afore -mornin’.”</p> - -<p>Of course this horrified me, particularly the -indifference with which the man thought of -murder. I told him he must never think of -doing anything of the kind, and asked him to -promise me.</p> - -<p>“It’s jest as you says, little Missy,” he answered. -“Only me an’ my pards wants you to -know how ready we are to do you any little -favour like that ef you want it done.”</p> - -<p>That night I couldn’t sleep. I lay all night -looking up at the stars and thinking with horror -of the light way in which this man had proposed -to commit a murder for me. Then the thought -came to me that I had myself tried to kill -Campbell once with a hair-brush, and for a while -I felt that after all I was no better than these -murderous men. But, after thinking the thing -out, I saw that the two cases were quite different. -I had hit Campbell in self-defence, and I -could not even yet feel sorry that I had wanted -to kill him.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_395" id="Page_395">[395]</a></span></p> - -<p class="pc2">Chapter the Thirteenth</p> - -<p class="dci5">CAMPBELL was living, at that time, in a -little town somewhere in Texas, and we -got there after two or three weeks.</p> - -<p>It was a dismal-looking place. All the houses -were built of rough boards, set upon end, and -most of them were saloons. Campbell’s house -was like all the rest, and when I asked my -mother why he lived in so small a house, and -what he had done with the fine one that I -remembered, she told me he had lost most of -his money.</p> - -<p>Almost immediately after I got to his house, -Campbell took me before a sort of judge who -had two pistols and a knife in his belt. Campbell -told the judge that he wanted to adopt me -as his daughter. When the judge asked him -how old I was, he said I was thirteen, and then -the judge said that my consent to his adoption -of me was not necessary.</p> - -<p>The reason he said that was because I had told -him that I didn’t want to be Campbell’s daughter. -The judge signed the papers, and told me that -Campbell was my father now, and that I must -obey him in everything. Campbell told me that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_396" id="Page_396">[396]</a></span> -my name would hereafter be Evelyn Byrd -Campbell. I supposed then that he was telling -the truth.</p> - -<p>When he got home that evening, he had been -drinking heavily, and he seemed particularly -happy. He told my mother that he had “fixed -things,” so that they wouldn’t be poor any -longer. He said he was going to buy a big ranch -and raise horses.</p> - -<p>That night when I went to my bed, I found that -somebody had broken into my closet and taken -the satchel in which I kept my papers. When -I raised an alarm, Campbell told me he had taken -the papers and put them in a secure place, lest -I should lose them. He said he was my father -now, and that it was his duty to take care of my -property.</p> - -<p>I was terribly angry—so angry that if the -teamster who had offered to kill Campbell for -me had been there, I think I should have asked -him to get my papers for me, although I knew -that he would probably kill Campbell in doing -so. But the teamster was gone from the town, -and I was helpless.</p> - -<p>Campbell and my mother did not get on -together very well at this time. They never<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_397" id="Page_397">[397]</a></span> -exactly quarrelled, at least in my presence, but -I think that was because my mother regarded -quarrelling as vulgar. She was a refined woman, -or had been. She seemed now to be very unhappy, -and I was sorry for her, though I could -not love her. I never had loved her since she -had married Campbell while her real husband, -my father, was still living. One day I asked her -if she didn’t think she had made a mistake in -doing that, and if she didn’t think it wrong and -wicked and vulgar for a woman to have two -husbands alive at the same time. She rebuked -me severely for what she called my insolence, -and bade me never mention that subject again. -I never did—to her.</p> - -<p class="pc2">Chapter the Fourteenth</p> - -<p class="dci5">VERY soon after this, Campbell bought a -large ranch, as he said he would do, and we -moved away from the town to live on the ranch.</p> - -<p>I know now that he bought it with my -money. When he had me made his daughter, -and got hold of my papers, the law somehow -allowed him to sell the stocks and bonds my -father had given me, and he did so. I never -knew this until a very little time ago—since I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_398" id="Page_398">[398]</a></span> -have been at Wyanoke. I’ll tell you about that -in the proper place.</p> - -<p>There were many horses on the ranch, and I -spent nearly all my time riding them bareback -and teaching them little tricks. It was the only -thing I could do to amuse myself; for I did not -like to be with my mother, and I hated the very -sight of Campbell.</p> - -<p>I had already learned to ride standing on the -back of a horse, and I decided to learn all about -that sort of riding. I enjoyed the danger involved -in it, for one thing, especially when I -learned to ride two horses at once in that way. -But I did not practise these things for the sake -of the excitement alone. I had a plan to carry -out. I had determined to run away with the -first circus that should come to that part of the -country. I thought that if I could learn to be -a really good bareback rider, the circus people -would be glad to take me with them, and in -that way I should get away from Campbell.</p> - -<p>So I practised my riding every day, growing -steadily surer of myself and more expert. I -practised jumping through hoops, too—forward -and backward—and standing on my -hands on horseback, and throwing somersaults.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_399" id="Page_399">[399]</a></span></p> - -<p>At last a circus came to the town twelve -miles from the ranch, and Campbell offered to -take me to see it. He was in one of his placative -moods just then, and thought he would -please me by this. But I declined the invitation. -I did that because I meant to run away -and join that circus, and I wanted him to think -I cared nothing about a circus, so that he -shouldn’t look for me among the show people. -I still had the horse he had bought from the -Indians and given to me, so that I could take -that without being accused of horse-stealing. -The horse was a tough, wiry fellow, who liked -nothing so much as to run with all his might. -I think he could have travelled at half-speed for -twenty or thirty miles without growing tired.</p> - -<p>One night, while the circus was in the town, -I mounted my horse just after dark and set off -for a ride. As I often rode for half the night, -I knew Campbell would think nothing of my -doing this. As soon as I was well away from -the house, I turned into the road that led to -the town, and put my horse—Little Chief—at -a rapid gallop. Within less than two hours, I -reached the town. Just before getting there, I -turned Little Chief loose, set his head toward<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_400" id="Page_400">[400]</a></span> -the ranch, and bade him “scamper.” I had -taught him always to go to his stable as quickly -as possible when I said that word “scamper” -to him. This time I had removed the blanket -from his back and the bridle from his head. -I knew, therefore, he would be found in his -stall next morning with nothing on him to show -that he had been ridden.</p> - -<p>As soon as Little Chief had started on his -scamper, I turned and walked into the town. -The circus performance was not quite over, so -I went to the door of the big tent and told the -man there that I wanted to see the proprietor -of the show on important business. I hadn’t -a cent of money, so I didn’t expect to go in. -But the man at the door politely invited me to -enter and see the end of the show. For a moment -I thought of accepting his invitation, but -then I remembered that all the ranch-men for -twenty miles round would be there, and that -they all knew me by sight as “that wild gal of -Campbell’s.” I didn’t want any of them to see -me at the circus, lest they should tell of it when -the search for me began. So I told the man -that I would not go in, and asked him where -and how I could see the owner of the show<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_401" id="Page_401">[401]</a></span> -after the performance. He called a man and -told him to take me to “the Lady Superior, in -the dressing-tent.” I found out presently that -all the people in the circus called the manager’s -wife by that name, and the manager they called -“the Grand Panjandrum.” In fact, they had -a nickname of some sort for every one in -authority.</p> - -<p>The Lady Superior received me as a queen -might. She had just been riding around the -ring in a red and gold chariot drawn by six -white horses, and playing Cleopatra in what -they called “the magnificent and gorgeous historical -panorama of human splendour.” As -Cleopatra, Napoleon, Alexander the Great, -George Washington, Genghis Khan, Julius -Cæsar, and a great many others took part in -the spectacle, the people in the audience must -have got their notions of history considerably -mixed up, but at any rate the Lady Superior -always seemed to enjoy her part, and particularly -her gorgeous raiment. I had a hard time -trying not to laugh in her face when I was first -presented to her on that night. She was still -dressed in her robe of flaming, high-coloured -silk, trimmed with ermine and spangles, with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_402" id="Page_402">[402]</a></span> -her crown still on her head, and she was almost -greedily eating a dish of beef à la mode with -roast onions. But in spite of her gorgeous -apparel and her defective grammar, she proved -to be a good-natured creature, and she received -me very kindly.</p> - -<p>I told her what I could do as a bareback rider, -and she took me to her hotel in her carriage as -soon as she had put on some plain clothes. I -told her that I didn’t want anybody in that -town to see me, so she drove up to a back door -of the little tavern and smuggled me into her -room. I remember that the tavern was a little -two-story, wooden building, with the inside partition -walls made of rough boards set on end so -loosely that one could see through the cracks -into the next room. But it was called the Transcontinental -Hotel, and the painter had found -some difficulty in getting the big name into one -line across the narrow front of the building.</p> - -<p>In her room the Lady Superior gave me some -supper, she eating with me as heartily as if she -had not had a dish of beef à la mode with roast -onions less than half an hour before. She explained -to me that the circus people never take -their supper till after the performance.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_403" id="Page_403">[403]</a></span></p> - -<p>“It makes ’em lazy and not up to their work,” -she said.</p> - -<p>When her husband, the Grand Panjandrum, -came in, she introduced me to him and told him -about my accomplishments.</p> - -<p>He slapped his thigh with his palm and exclaimed:—</p> - -<p>“That’s superb! We’ve just lost Mademoiselle -Fifine, our ‘matchless female equestrienne,’ -and as we have advertised her everywhere, the -audiences are threatening to shoot me every -time I go into the ring as clown. You see, -audiences don’t like to be disappointed. I’ll -let you show me your paces in the morning, -and if you can do the stunts, I shall engage -you, and you shall appear as Mademoiselle Fifine -to-morrow afternoon and evening.”</p> - -<p>I objected that I mustn’t be seen in that town, -lest I be recognised, whereupon he broke into -a laugh and exclaimed:—</p> - -<p>“Recognised! Why, your own mother won’t -know you when the dresser gets you into -Mademoiselle Fifine’s finery, and daubs your -face with grease paint, and plasters it with powder. -Bridget’s clothes will just fit you.”</p> - -<p>“Who is Bridget?” I asked, as I had not<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_404" id="Page_404">[404]</a></span> -heard of that person before. The manager -laughed, and answered:—</p> - -<p>“Bridget? Why, she was Mademoiselle Fifine, -you know. She wasn’t well up to the business, -but she was plucky and took risks, so she -got a very bad fall that broke her up, and she -had to quit and go to a hospital. She was a -good girl, and I am paying her expenses. If -she don’t die of her injuries, I’ll pay her board -somewhere as long as she lives. For she will -never ride again.”</p> - -<p>Then a sudden thought occurred to the Grand -Panjandrum.</p> - -<p>“Tell you what, Sis,” he said. “Why can’t -we drive down to the tent, and you let me see -you ride a little to-night? You see, it will be a -sort of life insurance to me; for if we give the -show again without Fifine in it, some o’ them -wild Texans will shoot me, like as not. If you -can do the trick, I’ll get a printer to work, and -early in the morning we’ll come out with a -flaming announcement of ‘The Return of Mademoiselle -Fifine, the Matchless Equestrienne of -the Universe,’ and you can go into the ring at -the afternoon performance.”</p> - -<p>I didn’t like the lies he intended to tell, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_405" id="Page_405">[405]</a></span> -I said so. I wanted him to give me some other -ring name, but he said that all his big, coloured -posters had Mademoiselle’s name on them, with -coloured pictures of her on horseback, and that -he couldn’t afford to throw the posters away, -even if there had been any printers in Texas -who could make new ones, as there were not.</p> - -<p>“Besides,” he added, “you’ll be Mademoiselle -Fifine, just as much as Bridget was. Everybody -knows that the name is fictitious. All they want -is to see good riding, and if you can’t ride as -well as poor Bridget did, I couldn’t think of -engaging you.”</p> - -<p>I had to consent, and indeed I saw that there -was really no deception to be practised. So the -Grand Panjandrum and the Lady Superior and I -sent for the carriage and drove back to the circus -tent, which was dark now, except for the dim -light of a few watchmen’s lanterns. I went to -the dressing-room and put on some of Fifine’s -riding-clothes—not those she wore in the presence -of the audience, but a plain practice gown -of black. Meanwhile the manager had made -the men light up a little and bring out some -horses.</p> - -<p>I mounted and rode a little, doing my very<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_406" id="Page_406">[406]</a></span> -best, though I was extremely nervous for fear -that I should not prove to be acceptable. I -suppose I rode a good deal better than Bridget -had done, for the manager, his wife, and all the -men in the ring seemed greatly delighted. I -ended by throwing some somersaults, and that -set them almost wild. The manager engaged -me on the spot, making me sign the contract in -the dressing-room tent before I had changed -my clothing. Then he hurried me back to the -tavern, registered me as Mademoiselle Fifine, -writing the name in a big hand all across the -page, and ordered me to bed.</p> - -<p>“You mustn’t be nervous at your first performance,” -he said; “so you must get plenty -of sleep.”</p> - -<p>When it came time to go to the circus, I was -surprised to find that a special carriage, drawn -by two large, white horses with long, flowing -tails, had been provided for me. I learned -afterward that this was one of the Grand Panjandrum’s -devices for advertising his “matchless -equestrienne.” It gave the people the impression -that Mademoiselle Fifine was a person of -so much consequence that she must be treated -like a queen, and it led to many wild, exaggerated<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_407" id="Page_407">[407]</a></span> -stories of the royal salary the manager -had to pay in order to secure so distinguished -an “artiste.” It was popularly believed that -“ten thousand a year wouldn’t touch her”; -that she had her own carriage and coachman -and footman and maid, and always the finest -rooms in the hotel. My salary, in fact, was fifty -dollars a month, and the “coachman” was one -of the ring attendants. But I did have the best -rooms in all the hotels. The Grand Panjandrum -insisted upon that, and he did it rather -noisily, too, complaining that the hotels really -had no rooms fit for such a person to live in. -All this was advertising, of course, but at any -rate I was made as comfortable as could be.</p> - -<p>I succeeded very well indeed in the bareback -riding, and at my suggestion the manager sent -an agent to Campbell’s ranch and bought the -five or six horses there that I had trained. I -soon drilled them to perform little acts in the -ring which seemed to please the public. For -this the manager added ten dollars a month to -my salary. He and his wife were always very -good to me, but some of the actors in the circus -seemed jealous of the attention shown me and -of the applause I got. I was already miserable,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_408" id="Page_408">[408]</a></span> -because I hated the business and especially my -own part of it.</p> - -<p>The whole thing seemed to me vulgar, and -the people I had to associate with were very -coarse. But what could I do? Anything was -better than being Campbell’s daughter, and the -circus gave me a living at the least.</p> - -<p class="pc2">Chapter the Fifteenth</p> - -<p class="dci4">I DID not remain long with the circus—not -more than four or five months, I think—before -Campbell found out where I was and came -after me. If the manager had been a man of -any courage, I should have refused to go with -Campbell. But when Campbell threatened him -with all sorts of lawsuits and prosecutions, he -agreed to discharge me. Even then I should -not have gone with Campbell if I could have -got the money due me for my riding. But after -the first month the manager had paid me almost -nothing, on the plea of bad business (though his -tent was always packed), and as he was paying -all my expenses except for my plain clothes, I -hadn’t pressed him for the money. He owed -me nearly two hundred dollars when Campbell -came, and I asked him for it, meaning to run<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_409" id="Page_409">[409]</a></span> -away and find some other employment. But -Campbell told him he was my father and my -guardian, and that the money must be paid to -him and not to me. The manager weakly -yielded, and so I hadn’t enough money even to -pay a railroad fare.</p> - -<p>Under the circumstances, there was nothing -for me to do but go with Campbell. He had -sold the ranch, and was now keeping a big -wholesale store in the city of Austin. He had -built a very big house, and had a great many -negro servants in it. Soon after I got to Austin, -Campbell’s store was burned, and I thought at -first that he was ruined. But he seemed richer -after that than ever. My mother told me it was -the insurance money, and a good many people -used to think he had burned the store himself. -There was a lawsuit about it, but Campbell won.</p> - -<p>One day I concluded to have a talk with him. -I asked him why he wanted to keep me with -him, and why he wouldn’t give me the money I -had earned in the circus, and let me go away.</p> - -<p>He laughed at me, and told me it was because -he didn’t choose to have his daughter riding in -a circus. So I got no satisfaction out of him -then. But in the letter he sent me in the bundle<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_410" id="Page_410">[410]</a></span> -of papers that Colonel Kilgariff brought me, he -explained the matter. It was because he feared -I would get somebody else to be my guardian, -and any new guardian would come upon him -for the stocks and bonds my father had given -me. Campbell had sold all of them that he could, -and was using the money himself.</p> - -<p>After a while, Campbell became interested in -some kind of business—I don’t know what—out -in Arizona; and when he had to go out there -to stay for several months, he broke up his house -in Austin, and took my mother and me with him. -We lived in tents on the journey, and Campbell -grew very uneasy after a time, because there -were reports of a threatened Indian war. Still, -we travelled on, until at last we got among the -Indians themselves. They were very angry -about something, but Campbell seemed to know -how to deal with them, in some measure at -least. But presently the war broke out in earnest, -and Campbell told my mother he was completely -ruined, as he had put all his money into the -business, and this Indian war had destroyed it.</p> - -<p>One day he had a parley with a big Indian -chief, and that night he took my mother and -went away somewhere, leaving me in the tent<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_411" id="Page_411">[411]</a></span> -alone. About midnight a band of Indians came -to the tent, howling like so many demons. They -took me and carried me away on one of their -horses.</p> - -<p>I was greatly frightened, but I pretended not -to be, and the Indians liked me for that. They -always like people who are not afraid. They -treated me well—or at any rate they did me no -harm—but they carried me away to their camp, -where all their squaws and children were; for -they were on the war-path now, and Indians -always take their families with them when they -go to war.</p> - -<p>When I found that they were not disposed to -treat me badly I was almost glad they had captured -me; for at least they had taken me away -from Campbell, and I liked them much better -than I did him.</p> - -<p>In the letter Campbell sent me by Colonel Kilgariff, -he told me that he had himself planned -my capture by the Indians. He had arranged it -with the chief when he had the parley with him; -and when he went away with my mother, leaving -me in the tent alone, he knew the Indians were -to catch me that night. He wanted them to get -me because then I couldn’t get another guardian,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_412" id="Page_412">[412]</a></span> -and he thought I could never come back -to trouble him about my money when I grew -up. I don’t know why he wrote all these -things to me, except that he was dying and -wanted me to know the whole story. He sent -me back all my papers, so that I might some -day get what was left of the property my father -had given me. Among other things, he told -me that my father was dead, and that he himself -had killed him in a fight.</p> - -<p class="pc2">Chapter the Sixteenth</p> - -<p class="dci4">I STAYED with the Indians for several -months—as long as the war lasted. It -was then that I lived on buffalo meat alone, -with no other food. Finally the soldiers conquered -the Indians and forced them to go back -on their reservation. Then Campbell came to -see if I was still alive, and, finding me, he took -me with him to New York, where he was practising -law and doing something in a bank. -That lasted a year or so. Nothing ever lasted -long with Campbell. But when he left New -York and went to Missouri to live, he seemed -to have plenty of money again.</p> - -<p>Soon afterward, this war came on, and Campbell<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_413" id="Page_413">[413]</a></span> -raised a company, got himself appointed its -captain, and went into the Confederate service. -After a while, he came home on a leave of -absence. He and my mother had been on very -bad terms for a long time, and things seemed -worse than ever.</p> - -<p>One day, when he had been drinking a good -deal, he insulted my mother frightfully, and she -turned upon him at last, saying she intended to -expose his rascalities and “bring him to book”—that -was her phrase—for embezzling my -property.</p> - -<p>Dorothy, I can’t tell you all about that scene. -I was so shocked and frightened that it gives -me a nightmare even now to recall it. Campbell -<i>killed my mother by choking her to death in -my presence</i>!</p> - -<p>As I was the only person who saw him do it, -I think he would have killed me, too, if I had -not run from him. As it was, he followed me -presently, and with a pistol in his hand told me -I must go with him, adding that if I ever told -anybody what had happened he would kill me.</p> - -<p>He took off his uniform and put on a suit of -citizen’s clothing. Then he made me mount -a horse, he mounting another, and we rode all<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_414" id="Page_414">[414]</a></span> -night. In the morning we were in a Federal -camp.</p> - -<p>I don’t know what Campbell told the Federal -officers, but he satisfied them somehow, and, -taking me with him, he went East. He put me -in charge of a very ugly old woman and her -daughter, somewhere up in the mountains of -Pennsylvania, not near any town or even village. -Then he went away, and for three years -I lived with those people, practically a prisoner. -They never for a moment let me out of their -sight, and at night I had to sleep in an upper -room, a kind of loft, which had no window and -no door—nothing but a trap-door over the -stairs. Every night the younger woman closed -the trap-door, fastening it below. The two -women slept in the room beneath.</p> - -<p>If I could have got away, I should have gone, -even if I had been obliged to go into the woods -and starve. For the women treated me horribly, -and I could not forget the scene when my -mother was killed. I thought of her always as -she lay there on the floor, dead, with her face -purple and—I can’t write about that.</p> - -<p>Once I tried to escape. By hard work I -made a hole in the roof above me, one night,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_415" id="Page_415">[415]</a></span> -and tried to climb up to it. But I missed my -hold and fell heavily to the floor. That brought -the two women up the stairs, and after that they -took away every stitch of my clothing every -night before I went to bed, not leaving me even -a nightgown. So I made no further efforts to -escape.</p> - -<p>But I set to work in another way. I had -learned that Campbell was now an officer in the -Federal army, and I managed to find out how -to reach him with a letter, so I wrote to him. -I told him I intended to have him hanged for -killing my mother, and that it didn’t matter -how long he kept me in the mountains; that -some time or other, sooner or later, I should -get free; and that whenever that time came, -I meant to go to a lawyer and tell him all about -the crime.</p> - -<p>I knew that this would make Campbell uneasy. -I thought it not improbable that he would -come up into the mountains and kill me, though -I thought he might be afraid to do that. You -see, when he killed my mother there was nobody -but me to tell about it, and he knew he could go -to the other side in the war and not be followed; -while if he should do anything to me up there in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_416" id="Page_416">[416]</a></span> -the Pennsylvania mountains, everybody would -know of it. For in that country everybody knew -when a stranger came into the neighbourhood, -and when he went away again. So I thought -Campbell would be afraid to kill me there. I -thought my letter would frighten him, and that -he would take me away from that place. That -was what I wanted. I thought that if I were -taken to any other place, I should have a better -chance of escaping.</p> - -<p class="pc2">Chapter the Seventeenth</p> - -<p class="dci5">THAT was not long before you saw me, -Dorothy, and it turned out as I had expected. -Campbell grew alarmed. He ordered -the two women to bring me to him in Washington. -When I got there, he told me that I had -relatives in Virginia who wanted me to come -to them, and that he had arranged to send me -through the lines under a flag of truce. I know -now that he was not telling me the truth, but I -believed him then, and I was ready to do anything -and go anywhere if only I could get out -of his clutches.</p> - -<p>He took me into another room, where an -officer was writing, and there they made me<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_417" id="Page_417">[417]</a></span> -swear to a parole. Then Campbell took me -down to the Rapidan, and we went into that -house from which Colonel Kilgariff rescued me. -Campbell said that the flag of truce would start -from there, but that we must wait there for the -soldiers in charge of it to come.</p> - -<p>When the shells struck the house and set it -on fire, Campbell took me to the cellar and left -me there, saying that he would be back in a few -minutes, and that there was no danger in the -cellar. I know now what his intention was. -He expected me to be burned to death there in -the cellar, and it would have happened that way, -but for Colonel Kilgariff.</p> - -<p>There, Dorothy, dear: now you know all -about me that I know about myself.</p> - -<p class="pc1"><i>The End of Evelyn’s Book.</i></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_418" id="Page_418">[418]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="ch">XXIX</h2> - -<p class="pch">EVELYN’S VIGIL</p> - -<p class="drop-cap06">EVELYN BYRD’S exceeding truthfulness -of mind and soul made her a transparent -person for loving eyes to look through, -and Edmonia Bannister’s eyes were very loving -ones for her.</p> - -<p>When she went to Branton for her ten days’ -visit, Evelyn herself scarcely knew why she -wished thus to separate herself from Kilgariff; -but she went with a subconscious determination -to avoid all mention of his name. She could -hardly have adopted a surer means of revealing -her state of mind to so wise and so experienced a -woman as Edmonia.</p> - -<p>After much thought upon the subject, Edmonia -sent a little note to Dorothy. In it she -wrote:—</p> - -<div class="pbq"> - -<p class="p1">You have never said a word to me on the subject, -Dorothy, but I am certain that you know what the -situation is between Evelyn and Kilgariff. So do I, -now, and I am not satisfied to have it so.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_419" id="Page_419">[419]</a></span></p> - -<p>Unless you peremptorily forbid, I am going to bring -on a crisis between those two. I am going to tell -Evelyn what Kilgariff has done for her in the matter -of this trust fund. When she knows that, there will -be a scene of some sort between them, and I think we -may trust love and human nature to bring it to a happy -conclusion.</p> - -<p>If you will recall what occurred when the trust -papers were executed and given to us three, you will -remember that no promise of secrecy was exacted of -us. It is true we quite understood that we were to -say nothing to Evelyn about the matter until the -proper time should come; but we three are sole -judges as to what is the proper time, and Agatha and -I are both of the opinion that the proper time is now. -Unless you interpose your veto, therefore, I shall act -upon that opinion, making myself spokeswoman for -the trio.</p> - -<p>Please send me a line in a hurry.</p></div> - -<p class="p1">To this Dorothy replied by the messenger -who had brought the note. She wrote but a -single sentence, and that was a Biblical quotation. -She wrote:—</p> - -<p class="pbq p1">Now is the accepted time: behold, now is the day -of salvation.</p> - -<p class="p1">On the evening before the day appointed for<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_420" id="Page_420">[420]</a></span> -Evelyn’s return to Wyanoke, Dorothy received -a second note from Edmonia, saying:—</p> - -<div class="pbq"> - -<p class="p1">I don’t know whether we have done wisely or -otherwise. For once Evelyn is inscrutable. We -have told her of Kilgariff’s splendid generosity, and -we can’t make out how she takes it. She has grown -very silent and somewhat nervous. She is under a -severe emotional strain of some kind, but of what -kind we do not know. A storm of some sort is brewing, -and we must simply wait to learn what its character -is to be.</p> - -<p>Evelyn is proud and exceedingly sensitive, as we -know. And there is a touch of the savage in her—or -rather the potentiality of the savage—and in a -case where she feels so strongly, it may result in an -outbreak of savage anger and resentment.</p> - -<p>We needn’t worry, however, I think. Even such -an outbreak would in all probability turn out well. -Every storm passes, you know; and when the clouds -clear away, the skies are all the bluer for it. When a -man and a woman love each other and don’t know it, -or don’t let each other know it, any sort of crisis, any -sort of emotional collision, is apt to bring about a -favourable result.</p></div> - -<p class="p1">Evelyn spent that evening in her room, writing -incessantly, far into the night.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_421" id="Page_421">[421]</a></span></p> - -<p>She wrote a letter to Kilgariff. When she -read it over, she tore it up.</p> - -<p>“It reads as if I were angry,” she said to herself, -“and anger is not exactly what I feel. I -wonder what I do feel.”</p> - -<p>Then she wrote another letter to Kilgariff, -and put it aside, meaning to read it after a -while. In the meantime she wrote long and -lovingly to Dorothy, telling her she had decided -not to return to Wyanoke, but to go to Petersburg -instead, and help in nursing the soldiers.</p> - -<p>When she had read that letter over, she was -wholly unsatisfied with it. Written words are -apt to mean so much more or so much less than -is intended. She put it aside and took up the -one to Kilgariff. As she read it, it seemed -even more unsatisfactory than the first.</p> - -<p>“It is too humble in parts, and too proud in -parts,” she thought.</p> - -<p>Again she set to work and wrote both letters -once more. The result was worse than before. -The letters seemed to ring with a false note, -and above all things she was determined to -meet this crisis in her life with absolute truth -and candour. Besides, she not only wanted to -utter her thought to Kilgariff—she wanted to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_422" id="Page_422">[422]</a></span> -hear what he might have to say in reply, and -she wanted to see his face as he spoke, reading -there far more important things than any that -he could put into a letter.</p> - -<p>Suddenly she realised that she was very cold. -The weather was growing severe now, and in -her preoccupation she had neglected her fire -until it had burned down to a mass of slowly -expiring coals.</p> - -<p>Then she recovered her courage.</p> - -<p>“I have been trying the cowardly way,” she -said aloud, but speaking only to herself. “I -must face these things bravely. I’ve been -planning to run away again, and I will not do -that. I’ve been running away all my life. I’ll -never run away again. I’ll go to Wyanoke in -the morning.”</p> - -<p>With that, she gathered all the sheets on -which she had written and dropped them upon -the few coals which remained alive. The paper -smouldered and smoked for a time. Then it -broke into a flame and was quickly consumed.</p> - -<p>The girl prepared herself for bed, with a degree -of composure which she had not been able -to command at any time since the knowledge of -Kilgariff’s act had come to her. When she blew<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_423" id="Page_423">[423]</a></span> -out her candle and opened the window, a gust -of snow was blown into her face, and she heard -the howling of the tempest without.</p> - -<p>“It is the first storm of the winter,” she -thought, as she drew the draperies about her. -“How those poor fellows must be suffering -down there in the trenches at Petersburg to-night—half -clad, and less than half fed!” -Then, as she was sinking into sleep, she -thought:—</p> - -<p>“I’m glad Mr. Kilgariff is not there to-night.”</p> - -<p>The thought startled her into wakefulness -again, and during the remaining hours of the -night she lay sleeplessly thinking, thinking, -thinking.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_424" id="Page_424">[424]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="ch">XXX</h2> - -<p class="pch">BEFORE A HICKORY FIRE</p> - -<p class="drop-cap06">EVELYN’S thinking accomplished its -purpose. At the end of it she understood -herself, or thought she did. And -when she returned to Wyanoke the next morning, -she thought she knew precisely what she -was going to say to Kilgariff. But who of us -ever knows what we will say in converse that -involves emotion? Who of us can know what -response his utterance will draw forth from the -other, or how far the original intent may be -turned into another by that response?</p> - -<p>At any rate, Evelyn knew that she intended -to ask Colonel Kilgariff for an interview, and so -far she carried out her purpose.</p> - -<p>They were left alone in the great drawing-room -at Wyanoke, where hickory logs were -merrily blazing in the cavernous fireplace, quite -as if there had been no war to desolate the land, -and no man and woman there with matters of -grave import to discuss.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_425" id="Page_425">[425]</a></span></p> - -<p>Evelyn began the conference abruptly, as -soon as Kilgariff entered and took a seat.</p> - -<p>“I have heard,” she began, “of what you -have done—of your great generosity toward -me. Of course I cannot permit that. You -must cancel those papers at once—to-day. -I cannot sleep while they exist.”</p> - -<p>“Who told you of the matter?” Kilgariff -asked in reply.</p> - -<p>“Edmonia, with Dorothy’s permission and -Mrs. Pegram’s.”</p> - -<p>“They should not have told you. I meant -that you should not know till I am dead, unless—unless -I should live longer than I expect, -and you should fall into need when the war -ends.”</p> - -<p>“But what right had you to treat me so? Do -you think me a beggar, that I should accept a -gift of money? Why did you do it?”</p> - -<p>The girl was standing now and confronting -him, in manifest anger.</p> - -<p>Curiously enough, he did not seem to mind -the anger. He had completely mastered himself, -and knew perfectly what he was to say. -He answered:—</p> - -<p>“I did this because I love you, Evelyn, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_426" id="Page_426">[426]</a></span> -because I cannot provide for your future in any -ordinary way.”</p> - -<p>Seeing that she was about to make some -reply, he quickly forestalled it, saying:—</p> - -<p>“Please let me continue. Please do not -speak yet. Let me explain.”</p> - -<p>The girl was still standing, but the look of -anger in her face had given way to another -expression—one more complex and less easily -interpreted. There was some pleasure in it, -and some apprehension, together with great -astonishment.</p> - -<p>“Go on,” she said.</p> - -<p>“Only on even terms,” he answered, rising -and standing in front of her. “What I have -to say to you must be said with my eyes looking -into yours. Now listen. By reason of a -quite absurd convention, a young woman may -not receive gifts of value, and especially of -money, from a young man not her husband; -yet she may freely take such gifts if they come -to her by his will, after he is dead.</p> - -<p>“There are circumstances which render it impossible -for me to leave my possessions to you -by will. Any will that I might make to that -effect would be contested and broken by those<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_427" id="Page_427">[427]</a></span> -for whom I care so little that I would rather -sink everything I have in the world in the Atlantic -Ocean than let them inherit a dollar of it.</p> - -<p>“There are also reasons which forbid me to -ask you to be my wife—at least until I shall -have laid those reasons before you.”</p> - -<p>Evelyn was pale and trembling. Kilgariff -saw that it was difficult for her to stand, so, -taking her hand, he said:—</p> - -<p>“Let us sit; I have a long story to tell.” -Whether purposely or not, he continued to -hold her hand after they were seated. Whether -consciously or not, she permitted him to do so, -without protest. He went on:—</p> - -<p>“There was only one other way to accomplish -my purpose. It was and still is my wish that -everything I have in the world shall be yours -when I die. You are the woman I love, and -though I have no right to say so to you now, -my love for you is the one supreme passion of -my life—the first, the last, the only one. Pardon -me for saying that, and please forget it, at least -for the present. I have relatives, but they are -worse than dead to me, as you shall hear presently. -I would rather destroy everything I have -by fire or flood than allow one cent of it to pass<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_428" id="Page_428">[428]</a></span> -into their unworthy hands. Enough of that. -Let me go on.</p> - -<p>“There was only one way in which I could -carry out my purpose, and that was the one I -adopted. I could not consult you about it or -ask your permission, for that would have been -indeed to affront you in precisely the way in -which you now tell me I have affronted you. It -would have been to ask you to accept a money -gift at my hands while I yet lived. I intended, -instead, to give you all I possess, only after my -death and in effect by my will or its equivalent. -I did not intend you to be embarrassed by any -knowledge of my act, until a bullet or shell -should have laid me low. Now I want you to -speak, please. I want you to say that you understand, -and that you forgive me.”</p> - -<p>“I understand,” she said; “there is nothing -to forgive; but now that I know your purpose, -I cannot permit it. You must cancel those -papers.”</p> - -<p>“Does it make no difference that I have told -you I love you, and that I should entreat you to -be my wife if I were free to do so?”</p> - -<p>“I do not see,” she replied, “that that makes -a difference.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_429" id="Page_429">[429]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Do not decide the matter now, wait!” he -half entreated, half commanded. “Let me finish -what I have to say. Let me tell you why I must -do this thing. Wait!”</p> - -<p>He paused for a moment, as if collecting his -thoughts. Then he told her his life-story, omitting -nothing, concealing nothing, palliating -nothing. That done, he went on:—</p> - -<p>“You understand now why I was driven to -the course I have adopted with you. You -understand that as an honourable man I could -not ask you for love, leaving you in ignorance -of the fact that I am under a conviction of felony. -My sentence is at an end, of course, and -I cannot be rearrested, inasmuch as I am officially -adjudged to be dead. But that makes no -difference in my duty. I could not honourably -reveal my love to you until you should know -the facts. I do not now ask you to accept my -wrecked life and to forget the facts that have -wrecked it. I have no right to ask so great a -sacrifice at your hands. I ask only that you -shall permit me to regard you as the woman I -love, the woman I should have sought to make -my wife if I had been worthy. I ask your permission -so to arrange my affairs, or so to leave<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_430" id="Page_430">[430]</a></span> -them as already arranged, that at my death all -that I have will pass into your hands. You can -never know or dream or imagine how I love -you, Evelyn. Surely it is only a little thing -that I ask of you.”</p> - -<p>As he delivered this passionate utterance, -Kilgariff threw his arm around the girl’s waist, -and for a moment held her closely. She let -her head rest upon his shoulder, and did not -resist or resent his impulse when he kissed her -reverently upon the forehead.</p> - -<p>But an instant later, she suddenly realised -the situation, and quickly sprang to her feet, -he rising with her and facing her with strained -nerves and eyes fixed upon her own, sternly but -caressingly.</p> - -<p>Evelyn Byrd was not given to tears, and for -that reason the drops that now trickled down -her cheeks had far more meaning to Kilgariff -than a woman’s tears sometimes have for a man.</p> - -<p>For a time, she looked him full in the face, -not attempting to conceal her tears even by -brushing them away. She simply let them -flow, as an honest expression of her emotion.</p> - -<p>Finally she so far composed herself as to -speak.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_431" id="Page_431">[431]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Owen Kilgariff,” she said—it was the first -time she had ever so addressed him—“Owen -Kilgariff, you have dealt honestly with me; I -want to deal honestly with you. If I were -worthy of your love, I should rejoice in it. As -it is, this is the greatest calamity of my life. -You do not know—but you shall. There are -reasons that forbid me to accept the love you -have offered—peremptory reasons. You shall -know them quickly.”</p> - -<p>With that she glided out of the room, and -Owen Kilgariff was left alone.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_432" id="Page_432">[432]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="ch">XXXI</h2> - -<p class="pch">THE LAST FLIGHT OF EVELYN</p> - -<p class="drop-cap06">EVELYN went for a few minutes to her -room. There she bathed her eyes; for -like all women, she was ashamed of the -tears that did her honour by attesting the tender -intensity of her womanhood.</p> - -<p>That done, she went to the laboratory, where -she found Dorothy at work. To her she said:—</p> - -<p>“Please let me have my book. I want Mr. -Kilgariff to read it.”</p> - -<p>Dorothy asked no explanation. She needed -none. She went at once and fetched the manuscript. -Evelyn took it and returned to the parlour, -where she placed it in Kilgariff’s hands.</p> - -<p>“Please read that, carefully,” she said. “Then -you will understand.”</p> - -<p>“If you mean,” he replied, “that anything -this manuscript may reveal concerning your -past life can lessen my love for you, you are -utterly wrong, and the reading is unnecessary. -If you wish only that I shall know you better, -and more perfectly understand the influences<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_433" id="Page_433">[433]</a></span> -that have made you the woman you are, I shall -be glad to read every line and word that you -have written.”</p> - -<p>“Please read it.” That was all she said, and -she instantly left the room.</p> - -<p>Five minutes later she told Dorothy she -wanted the carriage.</p> - -<p>“I want to go to Warlock,” she said, “on a -little visit to Mrs. Pegram. Oh, Dorothy! you -understand.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, dear,” answered Dorothy, “I understand. -It is rather late to start to Warlock. -It is a thirty-mile drive. But I’ll give you -Dick for your coachman, and there is a moon. -Dick is quite a military man now, and he knows -what a forced march means. He’ll get you to -Warlock in time for a late supper.”</p> - -<p>Dick drove like a son of Jehu. After the -manner of the family negro in Virginia, he -shrewdly conjectured what was in the wind; -and when he put up his horses at Warlock -before even the regular supper was served, he -said to the stableman:—</p> - -<p>“I reckon mebbe Mas’ Owen Kilgariff’ll want -stablin’ here for a good horse to-morrow, an’ -purty soon in de mawnin’ at dat.”</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_434" id="Page_434">[434]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="ch">XXXII</h2> - -<p class="pch">THE END OF IT ALL</p> - -<p class="drop-cap06">DICK was right. Kilgariff read nearly -all night, and finished Evelyn’s book -in the small hours of the morning. -Then he slept more calmly than he had done at -any time during recent weeks.</p> - -<p>At six o’clock he went to the kitchen -and negotiated with Aunt Kizzey, the cook, -for an immediate cup of coffee. Then he -mounted the war-horse that had brought him -to Wyanoke—sleek and strong, now, and full -of gallop—and set off for Warlock plantation.</p> - -<p>When he got there, the nine o’clock breakfast -was just ready, but he had luckily met -Evelyn in a strip of woodland, where she was -walking in spite of the snow that lay ankle-deep -upon the ground. Dismounting, he said -to her:—</p> - -<p>“I have read your book from beginning to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_435" id="Page_435">[435]</a></span> -end, Evelyn. I have come now for your answer -to my question.”</p> - -<p>“What question?” she asked, less frankly -than was her custom.</p> - -<p>“Will you be my wife?”</p> - -<p>“Yes—gladly,” she said, “if my story makes -no difference.”</p> - -<p>“It makes a great difference,” he responded. -“It tells me, as nothing else could, what a -woman you are. It intensifies my love, and -my resolution to make all the rest of your life -an atonement to you for the suffering you have -endured.”</p> - -<p>The next day Evelyn cut short her visit to -Warlock and returned to Wyanoke. At the -same time Kilgariff went back to Petersburg to -bear his part in the closing scenes of the greatest -war of all time.</p> - -<p>Grant was already in possession of the Weldon -Railroad. With his limitless numbers, he -had been able to stretch his line southward -and westward until his advance threatened the -cutting off of the two other railroads that -constituted Richmond’s only remaining lines of -communication southward. Lee’s small force, -without hope of reinforcement, had been<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_436" id="Page_436">[436]</a></span> -stretched out into a line so long and so thin -that at many points the men holding the works -stood fully a dozen yards apart.</p> - -<p>Still, they held on with a grim determination -that no circumstance could conquer.</p> - -<p>They perfectly knew that the end was approaching. -They perfectly knew that that end -could mean nothing to them but disaster. -Nevertheless, they stood to their guns and -stubbornly resisted every force hurled against -them. With heroic cheerfulness, they fought -on, never asking themselves to what purpose. -Throughout the winter they suffered starvation -and cold; for food was scarce, and of clothing -there was none.</p> - -<p>Surely the spectacle was one in contemplation -of which the angels might have paused in admiration. -Surely the heroism of those devoted -men was an exhibition of all that is best in the -American character, a display of courage which -should be for ever cherished in the memory of -all American men.</p> - -<p>When the spring came, and the roads hardened, -Grant delivered the final blow. Sherman -had cut the Confederacy in two by his march to -the sea, and was now, in overwhelming force,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_437" id="Page_437">[437]</a></span> -pushing his way northward again, with intent -to unite his army with Grant’s for Lee’s destruction.</p> - -<p>Then Grant concentrated a great army on his -left and struck a crushing blow. Lee withdrew -from Richmond and Petersburg, and made a -desperate endeavour to retreat to some new line -of defence farther south.</p> - -<p>The effort was foredoomed to failure. It -ended in the surrender at Appomattox of a -little fragment of that heroic Army of Northern -Virginia which had for so long stood its -ground against overwhelming odds, and so manfully -endured hunger and cold and every other -form of suffering that may befall the soldier.</p> - -<p>It was during that last retreat that Kilgariff -and Evelyn met for the first time since they had -plighted troth, and for the last time as mere -man and woman, not husband and wife.</p> - -<p>Kilgariff, a brigadier-general now, had been -ordered to take command of the guns defending -the rear. By night and by day he was always -in action. 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