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"See what a burden I am," Miss Catherwood protested. "We nearly starved once." Then she blushed blushed most beautifully, thinking of a certain round gold piece, still unspent. "You are no burden at all, but a support. I shall have money enough until this war ends.
Miss Catherwood was looking unusually well, and even those who had dubbed her "The Beautiful Yankee" added another superlative adjective. A spot of bright red burned in either cheek and she held her head very high. "How haughty she is!" Prescott heard some one say. Her height, her figure, her look lent colour to the comment.
Their step was not as steady, nor their files as straight as Company A. There was Richter, his head high, his blue eyes defiant. And there was little Tiefel marching in that place of second lieutenant that Stephen himself should have filled. Here was another company, and at the end of the first four, big Tom Catherwood.
"But, Jinny," ventured that Miss Puss Russell who never feared to speak her mind, "it would be folly for them to fight. The Dutch and Yankees outnumber them ten to one, and they haven't any powder and bullets." "And Camp Jackson is down in a hollow," said Maude Catherwood, dejectedly. And yet hopefully, too, for at the thought of bloodshed she was near to fainting.
Catherwood was on the sidewalk, talking to a breathless man. That man was Mr. Barbo, Colonel Carvel's book-keeper. "Yes," he was saying, "they they surrendered. There was nothing else for them to do. They were surrounded and overpowered." Mr. Catherwood uttered an oath. But it did not shock Virginia. "And not a shot fired?" he said. "And not a shot fired?" Virginia repeated, mechanically.
Both these scriptures, however, agree in teaching us the solemnity of our relation to our neighbors who are in trouble or poverty. Mrs. Catherwood, in her story of "The Lady of Fort St.
The Confederate Government, you know, Lucia, paid me for the confiscations not as much as they were worth, but as much as I could expect and we have been living on it." The face of Lucia Catherwood altered. It expressed a singular tenderness as she looked at Miss Grayson, so soft, so small and so gray. "Charlotte," she said, "I wish that I were as good as you.
That evening, some young people came in to tea, two of the four big Catherwood boys, Anne Brinsmade and her brother Jack, Puss Russell and Bert, and Eugenie Renault. But Virginia lost her temper. In an evil moment Puss Russell started the subject of the young Yankee who had deprived her of Hester.
Some of her reserve was gone. This was a great event in her life and she was coming into a new world without losing the old. "Miss Catherwood," Prescott said, "I am glad that my mother's house is to be the shelter of Miss Grayson and yourself at such a time. We have one or two faithful and strong-armed servants who will see that you suffer no harm." The two women hesitated and were embarrassed.
Nicodemus stopped at his master's signal. Here was George Catherwood, and his father was with him. "They have released us on parole," said George. "Yes, we had a fearful night of it. They could not have kept us they had no quarters." How changed he was from the gay trooper of yesterday!
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