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Yes, Smith, well, what then?" I resumed, but in a minute "Mr. Gholson, good-morning. My compliments to Major Harper, Mr. Gholson, and ask him if he wouldn't like to take a ride with me; and let me have about four couriers; and send word to Colonel Dismukes that I shall call at his headquarters to see him a moment, on my way out of camp.
"HUSH!" He ceased. "I swear, Scott Gholson, you must choose your words better when you allude Lieutenant Helm is the last man in the brigade to be under my protection, but oh, you're crazy, man, and blind besides. Harry Helm is not in love, but he thinks he is, though with quite another person!"
They received their certificates of election from the proper authority and presented themselves at the regular session of Congress in December, and found their seats occupied by the brace of Democrats whom the people of Mississippi had elected to stay at home, and after a most severe and memorable contest, the new members presented themselves for admission at the bar of the House, which decided readily that Claiborne and Gholson were not entitled to their places, but instead of admitting Prentiss and Word, by Mr.
Any fool can see why you are here. Stop, I take that back, sir! I don't play tit-for-tat with my tongue." Gholson turned red on the brow and ashen about the lips. "I don't call that tit-for-tat, Mr. Smith.
"She's here," murmured Gholson, "because she has to live! To live she must have means, Smith, and to have means she must either get them herself or she must " and again he poised his hand horizontally across his mouth and whispered "live with her hus' " I jerked my head away "Yes, yes." Scott Gholson was the only one of us who could give that wretch that title.
Gholson sarcastically rebuked the restless spirit of improvement, by saying "he really had been under the impression that he owned his slaves. He had lately purchased four women and ten children, in whom he thought he had obtained a great bargain; for he supposed they were his own property, as were his brood mares." To which Mr.
The young man laughed and turned to go. "Why doesn't Ned Ferry make her let Gholson alone? He can do it; he's got her round his finger as tight as she's got Gholson round hers." "Harry," replied the Major, from his table full of documents, "don't you know that any man who's got a woman wrapped round his finger has also got her wrapped round his throat?"
First favorable moment; ah! but when would that be? Who was to convey the Harpers to Hazlehurst? Well, thank Heaven! not Harry. Scott Gholson? Gholson was due at headquarters. Poor Gholson! much rest for racked nerves had he found here; what with Ferry, and Harry, and the fight, and Quinn, I wondered he did not lie down and die under the pure suffocation of his "tchagrin."
"I've done all I can," he said to Ferry; "we old chill-and-fever doctors wa'n't made for war-times; he may get well and he may not." "Smith," said Ferry, "go up and stay with him till further orders." Late in the night Gholson came to the Union captain's bedside for Miss Harper.
"You're different from Ned Ferry," he said. "Has he a taste for fiction?" I asked, with a depreciative smirk. "Yes, a beautiful story is a thing Ned Ferry loves with a positive passion." "I suppose we might call him a romanticist," said I, "might we not?" The patient gentleman smiled again as he said, "Oh Gholson can attend to that."
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