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There were no other men in the room, and Ward stood in front of the fire and kept looking at me as if he wanted to say something and could not manage to begin. I read the names of the 'Varsity XV. chosen to play that afternoon against Richmond, and saw that Foster was still among them. "Fred Foster's going to get his blue," I said. "Who the deuce wants to get a blue?" Ward replied.
One September morning, after the first frost, the Captain and his friends were sitting in the store with the door shut. The Captain was the last comer. "I've got bad news," he said, and they all turned toward him, apprehensive and forewarned. "Yes, Alexis is going away; he's packing up now, and has spoke for Foster's hay-cart to move his stuff to the railroad."
He found after reaching Knoxville that General Foster's forces could not be used, so he abandoned the campaign, only sending Sherman to Vicksburg, who marched out to Meridian and returned, while the 7,000 cavalry under General William Sooy Smith, who was to join Sherman overland, moved south, fighting and driving the enemy until he reached West Point, where he met a superior force of the enemy and returned to Memphis.
There was complete unanimity among us in regard to the subject, and General Foster's orders were issued accordingly. Whilst we were in conference, reports came in from General Willcox, who had been left in command of the Ninth Corps at Strawberry Plains, that the enemy were pressing him rather vigorously.
It was a December evening; a dull fire burned within the dingy bars of William Foster's parlour grate.
Then all four had come scampering down close together into the space below the hospital, not fifty yards from where the sentry fell, and the moccasined feet of a man and woman had scurried down the bluff from the hospital window, to meet them west of Foster's shanty.
Where did you spend your holiday? Paris?" "Part of the time. And the rest of the while I was down by the sea. It was glorious. I don't think I would ever have come back if I hadn't had to. But, of course, I wanted to see you all again. And I wanted to be at the opening of Mr. Foster's play. Mrs. Meecher tells me you went to one of the rehearsals."
"Ford says they had a blacker boy than he is, there, last year." "Now, Dab!" exclaimed Ham. "Well, I know he's pretty black; but it don't come off." "Mother," said Samantha, "Mrs. Foster and Annie are coming through the gate." Dab waited just long enough after that to learn the news concerning the "Richard Lee Education Fund" and Mr. Foster's offer, and then he was off towards the shore.
Ester never forgot that and the following day, while the corpse of one whom she had known so well lay in the house; and when she followed him to the quiet grave, and watched the red and yellow autumn leaves flutter down around his coffin dead leaves, dead flowers, dead hopes, death every-where not just a going up higher, as Mr. Foster's death had been this was solemn and inexorable death.
When do you mean to favour us with the first edition?" "The day after you become sober and sensible, Enos," was Foster's reply, and he walked on, leaving his persecutors unprepared with an answer. Two hours later, and Thomas Bradly might be seen standing outside Foster's house, with a happy smile on his face, and a short whispered conversation going on between two parts of himself.
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