We never fight--"
"The President of the Confederacy is a very fortunate leader, Miss
Jennie--"
"Why?"
"He has invincible champions--"
The girl blushed.
"I'm afraid we don't know much. We just feel things."
"I think sometimes we only _know_ that way--"
He paused and looked at her hat with a gesture of dismay.
"You're not going out?"
"I must," she said apologetically. "I've bought a whole carriage load of
peaches and grapes. I went to the Alabama hospital yesterday with a
little basket full and made some poor fellows glad. They gave out too
quickly. Those who got none looked so wistfully at me as I passed out. I
couldn't sleep last night. For hours and hours their deep-sunken eyes
followed and haunted me with their pleading. And so I've got a whole
load to take to-day. You'll go with me--won't you?"
He had come to declare his love and make this beautiful girl his
conquest. She was ending the day by making him her lackey and errand
boy.
It couldn't be helped. There was no mistaking the tones of her voice.
She would certainly go. The only way to be with her was to dance
attendance on wounded Confederate soldiers.
It was all in the day's work. Many a scout engulfed in the ranks of his
enemy must charge his own men to save his life.
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