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"Curse you!" he panted; "curse you, you let me go and I'll kill you, you Yankee upstart!" But Stephen held on. Brinsmade became more and more frantic. One of the officers, seeing the struggle, started down the bank, was reviled, and hesitated. At that moment Major Sherman came between them. "Let him go, Brice," he said, in a tone of command. Stephen did as he was bid.
"I don't know where he picked it up." "The reason I mentioned him," said Mr. Brinsmade, lifting the blanket sheet and adjusting his spectacles, "was because his name caught my eye in this paper. His speech last night at the Library Hall is one of the few sensible Republican speeches I have read. I think it very remarkable for a man as young as he." Mr.
Look here, Mr. Brice, why did you leave St. Louis?" "They began to draft, sir, and I couldn't stand it any longer." "But you wouldn't have been drafted. You were in the Home Guards, if I remember right. And Mr. Brinsmade tells me you were useful in many ways What was your rank in the Home Guards?" "Lieutenant colonel, sir." "And what are you here?"
"The young man is Quixotic," declared the elder Catherwood, who was not himself in the best of humors. "Sir," said Mr. Brinsmade, with as much severity as he was ever known to use, "sir, I honor that young man for this more than I can tell you. Nicodemus, you may drive on." And he slammed the door.
Now you have Tom Catherwood and Jack Brinsmade and the Russell boys running after you, it's different. I reckon I'll go to Kansas. There are Yankees to shoot in Kansas." He did not see her smile as he sat staring at his feet. "Max," said she, all at once, "why don't you settle down to something? Why don't you work?" Young Mr. Colfax's arm swept around in a circle.
And Stephen," she added more earnestly, "I am not sure but what he is right." Then Stephen laughed. And for a long time he sat staring into the fire. "What else did he say?" he asked, after a while. "He told me about a little house which we might rent very cheaply. Too cheaply, it seems. The house is on this street, next door to Mr. Brinsmade, to whom it belongs. And Mr.
Stephen, who had in truth read the stories in question a month or two before, could not conceal his embarrassment He looked at the man in front of him, alert, masterful intelligent, frank to any stranger who took his fancy, and wondered how any one who had talked to him could believe them. Mr. Brinsmade smiled. "They have to print something, General," he said.
"I am delighted to see that you are well, sir," said he, with that formal kindliness which endeared him to all. "Your mother will be rejoiced at my news of you. You will be glad to hear that I left her well, Stephen." Stephen inquired for Mrs. Brinsmade and Anne. "They are well, sir, and took pleasure in adding to a little box which your mother sent.
Carvel took his friend's hand. "Thank you, Calvin," he said. "I give you my word of honor as a gentleman that I came into this city for no other reason than to see my daughter. And hearing that my old friend was dying, I could not resist the temptation, sir " Mr. Brinsmade finished for him. And his voice shook. "To come to his bedside. How many men do you think would risk their lives so, Mrs.
Brinsmade who was everywhere that day, answering the questions of distracted mothers and fathers and sisters who thronged the place; consulting with the surgeons; helping the few who knew how to work in placing mattresses under the worst cases; or again he might have been seen seated on the bare floor with a pad on his knee, taking down the names of dear ones in distant states, that he might spend his night writing to them.
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