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"Has he a quarrel with any of the party? Look at his face! He means mischief to somebody." But Sidney was equally amazed at the sudden change in the German general's countenance, and as unable to explain it.
"Ned Ferry! What does Ned Ferry know about my fitness?" "Read the address on your despatch," said Gholson, resuming his pen. I snatched the document from my bosom, into which I had thrust it to seize the General's hand "Oh, Gholson!" I said, in deep-toned grief, as I looked up from the superscription, "is that honest!"
Has, for the rest, a recognizable talent for "Magazine writing," for Newspaper editing, had that rich mine, "California of the Spiritually Vagabond," been opened in those days. Fassmann was by no means such a fool as Gundling; but, he was much of a fool too. By the King, on some wise General's recommending it, he was, as a preliminary, introduced to the Tabagie at least.
He sat at the pine table in his plainly furnished tent, looking thoughtfully into the frank and handsome face of the young officer, his fingers beating a tattoo on the table-top. The general's eyes were sombre, even sad at times. Beneath them lay lines of care and sorrow. His voice was low, his manner grave, courteous, even cold.
As this was explained the General's manner changed and he declared he did not know that the work was to be carried on in this way; that he did not favor the women in camps, or any religion, but thought it would make the soldier soft, and the business of the soldier was to kill, to kill in as brutal a manner as possible; and to kill as many of the enemy as possible; and he did not propose to have any work conducted in the camps or any influence on his soldiers that would tend to soften them.
The boor kept his room for three days, and as my mistress did not come to the theatre I had not the pleasure of seeing her. On the last day of the carnival Kettler asked a good many people to a ball and supper. On my going to pay my court to my mistress in her box at the theatre, and being left for a moment alone with her, she asked me if I were invited to the general's supper.
Dan, who was still sunning himself on the bench, must have thought so, for when his brother first appeared in sight, he jumped up and stared at him as if he could not quite make up his mind whether the approaching object was David Evans, or one of the dreaded haunts that lived in the General's lane. He could not wholly satisfy himself on this point until he had made some inquiries.
As we approach the enemy there is a marked change in the General's demeanor. Usually reserved, and even retiring, now that his plans begin to work out results, that the Osage is behind us, that the difficulties of deficient transportation have been conquered, there is an unwonted eagerness in his face, his voice is louder, and there is more self-assertion in his attitude.
To think of having uneducated and formerly godless people "bawling" the "mysteries of the faith" through the streets of "Christian" cities, where it had hitherto been thought inconsistent with Christian humility for any one to dare to say they really knew Him "whom to know is life eternal"! Oh, that was the root objection to all The General's preaching and action.
For the moment there was no one near the dead man; in the anteroom sat the Sister of Mercy. * Sacred images. "You wish to pray?" she asked the general's wife. "Yes, I shall pray there, in his room." She slipped past the dead body without looking at it, to the room that had been the general's bedroom, and closed the door behind her. She was afraid to lock it, and after all, was it necessary?
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