Love stories; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
She went to her room and thought. He was in a land seething with
excitement and patriotic fervor. She knew not what influences a
day might bring to bear upon him. Above all else she feared taunts
for lack of courage. She knew that her own passionate pride slept
in his breast and on a few occasions she had seen its manifestations.
As a rule he was too healthful, too well organized and indolent,
to be easily irritated, while in serious matters he had not been
crossed. She knew enough of life to be aware that his manhood had
never been awakened or even deeply moved, and she was eager indeed
to accomplish their mission in the States and return to conditions
of life not so electrical.
In the mean time she felt that she must use every precaution. She
summoned a maid and asked that her son should be sent to her.
The young man soon lounged in, and threw himself into an easy chair.
His mother looked at him fixedly for a moment, and then asked, "Why
is young Strahan in THAT uniform?"
"I didn't ask him," was the careless reply. "Obviously, however,
because he has entered the service in some capacity."
"Did he not suggest that it would be a very proper thing for you
to do, also?"
"Oh, of course. He wouldn't be Strahan if he hadn't. He has a high
appreciation of a 'little brief authority,' especially if vested in
himself. Believing himself to be so heroic he is inclined to call
others to account."
"I trust you have rated such vaporings at their worth."
"I have not rated them at all. What do I care for little Strahan
or his opinions? Nil."
"Shall you see much of him while we are compelled to remain in this
detestable land?"
"More of him than of any one else, probably. We were boys together,
and he amuses me. What is more to the point, if I make a Union officer
my associate I disarm hostile criticism and throw an additional
safeguard around my property. There is no telling to what desperate
straits the Northern authorities may be reduced, and I don't propose
to give them any grounds for confiscation."
"You are remarkably prudent, Willard, for a young man of Southern
descent."
"I am of Northern descent also," he replied, with a light laugh.
"Father was as strong a Northern man--so I imagine--as you are a
Southern woman, and so, by a natural law, I am neutral, brought to
a standstill by two equal and opposite forces."
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