[Illustration: _Frontispiece—Bobbie._ “Is it all right at the house?” See p. 122.] “BOBBIE” _A STORY OF_ THE CONFEDERACY BY KATE LANGLEY BOSHER _Author of “When Love is Love”_ ILLUSTRATED PHILADELPHIA HENRY ALTEMUS COMPANY COPYRIGHT, 1899, BY KATE CAIRNS. COPYRIGHT, 1905, BY HENRY ALTEMUS. _IN MEMORY OF “THE DAYS THAT ARE NO MORE.”_ [Illustration] [Illustration: _“You see dis?” she said._] [Illustration: “BOBBIE”] CHAPTER I. He always said he never knew which was worse, his name or his nose; but as he could get rid of neither, he accepted both in his own bright, happy way, and that ended the matter with him. Peter Black had given him the name of Mars’ Bobbie to distinguish him from Mars’ Robert, his father, and it seemed to fit so exactly and suit so well his cheery, lovable little self as a baby, and later as a boy, and even on to young manhood, that no one thought of calling him anything else, or loved any other name half so well for him. He was such a long time in coming, he used to say laughingly, that when he did get here his parents and friends and relatives, together with all the negroes on the plantation, thought he was going to be something extra; and then to be called “_Bobbie_,” and to have a broken nose, was so hurtful to his vanity, that, after thinking the matter over, he settled it by deciding that never again would he allow the subject to enter his mind, with the result that he became more lovable and loving than ever, and the secret of the charm all lay in the decision about his nose and name—he never thought of himself, but always of every one else first; and that is why he was so loved—he was so brave and true and honest and glad always. “White Point,” where he was born, was the centre of the Rockland district; and while the neighborhood in that section of the country was tolerably well settled, still the “quality folks” were not very numerous, and in a radius of some twenty miles there were scarcely half a dozen families that kept up any kind of an establishment. Consequently, with the exception of “Grey Cliffs”—Dr. Trevillian’s place—“White Point” stood alone for a synonym of all that was grand and elegant, and as a gathering place for all the “bus heads” of the neighboring counties, as well as many cities.