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Elim Meikeljohn moved forward to assist Rosemary on to the sloop, but she evaded his hand and jumped lightly down upon the deck, Indy, grumbling and certain of catastrophe, was safely got aboard, and Elim helped the youth to push the craft's bow out into the stream.
The feeling in Elim steadily increased in poignancy faint stars appearing above the indefinite foliage pierced him with their beauty, the ashen-blue sky vibrated in a singing chord, the river divided in whispering confidences on the bow of the sloop. Elim Meikeljohn debated the wisdom of a remark; his courage grew immeasurably reckless. "The wind and river are shoving us along together."
He sold his place for a fraction more than the elder Meikeljohn could pay ... but there was Hester, now an invalid; and there was the agreement that Meikeljohn had made when it had seemed to his advantage. The latter was a rigidly upright man he accepted for his son the responsibility he himself had assumed, and Hester was left behind.
It was again April, extremely early in the morning and month, and thickly cold, when Brevet-Major Elim Meikeljohn, burning with the fever of a re-opened old saber wound, strayed away from his command in the direction of Richmond. His thoughts revolved with the rapidity of a pinwheel, throwing off crackling ideas, illuminated with blinding spurts and exploding colors, in every direction.
Her father's farm lay next to the Meikeljohns'; the two places formed practically one convenient whole; and when Elim had been no more than a child, Meikeljohn Senior and Hester's parents had solemnly agreed upon a mutually satisfactory marriage.
"You sneaked in the kitchen," the woman in the doorway interrupted; "and I found you rummaging in the press." "Silence!" the orator commanded. "Are you unaware of the dignity now resting on your kinks hair, hair." He rose, facing Elim Meikeljohn. "Colonel, gentleman, in a conglomeration where we are all glorious cohevals of of " "Shut up!" said the apostrophized colonel, sudden and fretful.
"Don't you remember," Elim Meikeljohn spoke, "Haxall and the sloop; your relatives at Bramant's Wharf?" She returned to a full consciousness of her surroundings. "I was dreaming so differently," she told him. It seemed to Elim that the antagonism had departed from her voice; he even had a feeling that she was glad of his presence.
He saw that Rosemary turned her head with an impatient curiosity. "She is very unfortunate," he continued uncertainly; "she lost a present of money and couldn't work till it was given back." "But how," demanded Rosemary Roselle, "did you know that?" Curiosity had betrayed her. Elim Meikeljohn concealed a grin with difficulty.
Elim Meikeljohn left Kaperton and went out into the hall. An ascending man met him. "War!" he cried. "The damned rebels have assaulted and taken Sumter! Lincoln has called for fifty thousand volunteers!" He hurried past and left Elim grasping the handrail of the stair. War!
"You're like a song that to hear would draw a man about the world," said Elim Meikeljohn, pagan. "He would leave his sheep and byre, he'd drop his duty and desert his old, and follow. I'm lost," he decided, in a last perishing flicker of early teaching; and then he smiled inexplicably at the wrath to come. Rosemary Roselle grew more serious.
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