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Perhaps," she cried, "perhaps he may be dead." And tears came into the girl's eyes. It was then that Virginia forgot Clarence. She drew Anne to the sofa and kissed her. "No, he is not dead," she said gently, but with a confidence in her voice of rare quality. "He is not dead, Anne dear, or you would have heard." Had she glanced up, she would have seen Mr. Brinsmade's eye upon her.
His face was ruddy, and his eye as clear as though he had arisen from twelve hours' sleep. Her own nod of are recognition did not seem to trouble him. "Yes, sir," he said incisively, in response to Mr. Brinsmade's question, "we are forced to retain Captain Colfax. He prefers to remain a prisoner until he is exchanged. He refuses to take the oath of allegiance to the United States.
The hero of it could be Calvin Brinsmade, and a nobler hero than he was never under a man's hand. For the glory of generals fades beside his glory. It was Mr. Brinsmade's carriage that brought Mrs. Brice home from her trying day in the hospital. Stephen, just returned from drill at Verandah hall, met her at the door.
Clarence had been capable of the deed, even to the rescue of an enemy. But alas, that she should carry it out to a remorseless end would Clarence have been equal to keeping silence when Mr. Brinsmade came to him? Stephen Brice had not even told his mother, so Mr. Brinsmade believed. As if to aggravate her torture, Mr. Brinsmade's talk drifted to the subject of young Mr. Brice.
"I don't think there is any need to be frightened," said Virginia, with a calmness that made her aunt tremble with anger. "It is probably only a rumor. Ned, run to Mr. Brinsmade's and ask him about it." However loath to go, Ned departed at once. All honor to those old-time negroes who are now memories, whose devotion to their masters was next to their love of God.
Clarence had been capable of the deed, even to the rescue of an enemy. But alas, that she should carry it out to a remorseless end would Clarence have been equal to keeping silence when Mr. Brinsmade came to him? Stephen Brice had not even told his mother, so Mr. Brinsmade believed. As if to aggravate her torture, Mr. Brinsmade's talk drifted to the subject of young Mr. Brice.
The hero of it could be Calvin Brinsmade, and a nobler hero than he was never under a man's hand. For the glory of generals fades beside his glory. It was Mr. Brinsmade's carriage that brought Mrs. Brice home from her trying day in the hospital. Stephen, just returned from drill at Verandah hall, met her at the door.
Brinsmade's voice mingling with another, the excitable energy of which recalled some familiar episode. Almost so it seemed at one motion, the owner of the voice had come out of the door and had seized Stephen's hand in a warm grasp, a tall and spare figure in the dress of a senior officer.
His was one of the Union houses which she might visit and not lose her self respect. Like many Southerners, when it became a question of go or stay, Mr. Brinsmade's unfaltering love for the Union had kept him in. He had voted for Mr. Bell, and later had presided at Crittenden Compromise meetings. In short, as a man of peace, he would have been willing to sacrifice much for peace.
His was one of the Union houses which she might visit and not lose her self respect. Like many Southerners, when it became a question of go or stay, Mr. Brinsmade's unfaltering love for the Union had kept him in. He had voted for Mr. Bell, and later had presided at Crittenden Compromise meetings. In short, as a man of peace, he would have been willing to sacrifice much for peace.
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