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Out of the envelope fell a small packet of photographs, but it was not their presence alone which had made it so bulky. The letter itself was three times as long as her brother's. Dorothy eagerly examined the photographs which had fallen out of Kirke Waldron's letter.
He came into my car and we held a brief interview, in which he described very clearly the situation at Chattanooga, and made some excellent suggestions as to what should be done. My only wonder was that he had not carried them out. We then proceeded to Bridgeport, where we stopped for the night. From here we took horses and made our way by Jasper and over Waldron's Ridge to Chattanooga.
At the fork the battery of Napoleons had halted, and there it was ordered to remain for the present in quiet. There, too, the Fourteenth filed in among the dense greenery, threw out two companies of skirmishers toward the ridge, and pushed slowly after them into the shadows. "Get sight of the enemy at once!" was Waldron's last word to Gildersleeve. "If they move down the slope, drive them back.
"You and I must see the doctor and have a triangular council over this thing, Hayne. Three heads are better than none; and if, as he suspects, old Clancy really knows anything when he's drunk that he cannot tell when he's sober, I shall depart from Mrs. Waldron's principles and join the doctor in his pet scheme of getting him drunk again. 'In vino veritas, you know.
But if she's all right and all she's thought to be, and all Estelle thinks her for Estelle's a jolly good student of character then, frankly, I don't think it's sporting of you to do what you're doing." The word 'sporting' summed the situation from Waldron's point of view and he said no more. Raymond grew milder. "She's all Estelle thinks her. I have a great admiration for her.
I'm only suggesting that what would be quite all right with a girl in your own set, isn't exactly fair to Sabina her position in the world being what it is." It was on Raymond's tongue to declare his engagement; but he did not. He had banished Sabina for that night and the subject irked him. The justice of Waldron's criticism also irked him; but he acknowledged it. "Thank you," he answered.
And these had all learnt wisdom since the feast at Aunt Polly Waldron's, and were more refined in thought and speech.
"I should like to take his hand, and tell him so." "He wouldn't thank you, if you did," remarked Bashwood the younger. "He is under a comfortable impression that nobody knows how he saved Mrs. Waldron's legacy for her but himself." "I beg your pardon, Jemmy," interposed his father. "But don't call her Mrs. Waldron.
He came into my car and we held a brief interview, in which he described very clearly the situation at Chattanooga, and made some excellent suggestions as to what should be done. My only wonder was that he had not carried them out. We then proceeded to Bridgeport, where we stopped for the night. From here we took horses and made our way by Jasper and over Waldron's Ridge to Chattanooga.
At his gate he found two figures dimly visible in the gathering darkness: they had stopped on hearing his footstep. One was an officer in uniform, wrapped in heavy overcoat, with a fur cap, and a bandage over his eyes. The other was a Chinese servant, and it was the latter who asked, "This Maje Waldlon's?" "No," said he, hastily. "Major Waldron's is the third door beyond."
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