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Bernard, who has been so courteous to me, and with my friend, Colonel Venable, for we literally carried muskets side by side as privates in dear old Captain Casson's company, the Governor's Guards, in Colonel Kershaw's Regiment, at the first battle of Manassas, and I shot thirteen times at Ellsworth's Zouaves. Venable was knocked down with a spent ball and I only had a bloody mouth.
Colonel Venable says: "I am confident the charge of the Virginians was made before 9 o'clock a.m." Mr. Bernard says, in speaking of the time: "Mahone's Brigade left the plank road and took to the covered way." "It is now half-past 8 o'clock." In a note he says: "probably between 8.15 and 8.30."
"Lovely!" she said, smiling automatically and rising with the others when the bridegroom laughingly proposed a toast to the firm that might some day be "Venable and Carter," and George insisted upon drinking it standing, and, "Oh, of course, I understand how sudden it all was, darling!"
"It is no use for me to attempt to express my regret or my humiliation," said Muhlenberg, "I shall be ashamed of this as long as I live." "I feel like an ass and a spy," exclaimed Venable. "I heartily beg your pardon, sir." "Your mistake was justifiable. Are you satisfied?" "More than satisfied." Hamilton turned to Monroe. "I made a mistake," said the Senator from Virginia. "I beg your pardon."
He moved so that he held Endymion's restless head over the line marked by Venable's boot. "All right, Charlie?" Venable asked of Granger. "All right," grunted Granger. "And wrong as hell. Get it over with." Venable raised his arm, his revolver high above his head. The bystanders swung up to their horses' backs.
Later on Governor's Day at Middlebourne with thousands of people present Mrs. Ebert spoke with Governor Hatfield, both making appeals for votes for women. At the annual Fall Festival at Huntington a suffrage float designed by Mrs. E. C. Venable was in the parade. At Parkersburg suffragists addressed an immense crowd at Barnum and Bailey's circus.
At the head of her own breakfast table, a breakfast table charmingly littered with dark-blue china and shining glass, and made springlike by a great bowl of daisies, Mary Venable sat alone, trying to read her letters through a bitter blur of tears.
The Senator from Virginia took a chair in the rear of the others, stretched his long legs in front of him, and folded his arms defiantly. He looked not unlike a greyhound, his preference for drab clothing enhancing the general effect of a pointed and narrow leanness. There was a moment of extreme awkwardness. Muhlenberg and Venable hitched their chairs about.
Dinner was an important event to Major Venable the most important in life. The younger man humbly declined to make any suggestions, and sat and watched while his friend did all the ordering. They had some very small oysters, and an onion soup, and a grouse and asparagus, with some wine from the Major's own private store, and then a romaine salad.
Alexander, go and brew a beaker of negus." The next morning Hamilton was sitting in his office when the cards of James Monroe, F.A. Muhlenberg, and A. Venable were brought in. "What on earth can they want?" he thought. "Monroe? We have not bowed for a year. Two days ago he turned into a muddy lane and splashed himself to his waist, that he might avoid meeting me."
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