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All the pain, all the solicitude, all the anguish of a Southern woman, and a wife of a Northern man, who had borne him Northern children deepened in her gaze, till her eyes dimmed and her lids quivered and closed; and Ailsa's arms tightened around her. "It is ve'y hard, Honey-bud," was all she said. She had Dr.
She looked up steadily into Ailsa's eyes. "She was only a young girl, Honey-bud too young to marry anybody, too inexperienced to know her own heart until it was too late. "And Colonel Arran came; and he was ve'y splendid, and handsome, and impressive in his cold, heavy dignity, and ve'y certain that the child must marry him so certain that she woke up one day and found that she had done it.
Little things plague me. . . . There's been altogether too much talk about war it gets into ev'ything, somehow. I can't seem to he'p it, somehow " "Why, Celia! You are not worrying?" "Not fo' myse'f, Honey-bud. Somehow, to-night I don't know and Curt seemed a little anxious." She laughed with an effort; her natural gaiety returned to buoy her above this indefinable undercurrent of unrest.
She turned mechanically, seated herself, and resumed her sewing. "I suppose I ought to be asleep," she said. "I am on duty to-night, and they've brought in so many patients from the new regiments." Celia bent and bit off her thread, then passing the needle into the hem, laid her work aside. "Honey-bud," she said, "you are ve'y tired.
Ailsa laughed, then, smiling reflectively, glanced at her hand which still bore the traces of a healed scar. Celia noticed her examining the slender, uplifted hand, and said: "You promised to tell me how you got that scar, Honey-bud." "I will, now because the man who caused it has gone North." "A man!" "Yes, poor fellow. When the dressings were changed the agony crazed him and he sometimes bit me.
Craig was considering the advisability of telling her not all, perhaps, but something of how matters stood between the House of Craig and the House of Berkley. But not how matters stood with the House of Arran. "Honey-bud," she said, "you must be ve'y polite to this young man." "I expect to be. Only I don't quite understand why he came so unceremoniously "
And he some wicked old men came here yesterday and read a speech right befo' me here in this ve'y room and began to say that they wished him to be colonel of the 3d Zouaves, and that the Governor wished it and other fools! And I rose straight up f'om my chair and I said, 'Curt! And he gave me one look. Oh, Honey-bud!
"Of co'se, Honey-bell. He is a Berkley. He should have paid his respects to us long ago." "It was for him to mention the relationship when I met him. He did not speak of it, Celia." "No, it was fo' you to speak of it first," said Celia Craig gently. "But you did not know that." "Why?" "There are reasons, Honey-bud." "What reasons?"
But to have to let him go this way to know the awful danger to know he is going against my own people, my own home against God and the Right! O Honey-bird! Honey-bud! And the Charleston Mercury says that the South is most bitter against the Zouaves " "Curt! With the Zouaves!" "Oh yes, yes, Honey-bee! The Third Regiment.
I was so lonely, so tired and discouraged. You won't go away soon, will you? I couldn't bear it I want you so I need you " "Hush, Honey-bud! I reckon I'll stay a while. I've been a week with Curt's regiment at Fortress Monroe. I had my husband to myse'f fo' days, befo' they sent him to Acquia Creek. And I've had my boy a whole week all to myse'f! Then his regiment went away.
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