Gettysburg, Battle of, Gettysburg, Pa., 1863 -- Fiction; Pennsylvania -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction; War stories
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"EMMELINE," HE SAID GENTLY, "DO YOU SUPPOSE YOU COULD HELP ME?"]
EMMELINE
BY
Elsie Singmaster
_With Illustrations_
[Illustration]
BOSTON AND NEW YORK
HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY
The Riverside Press Cambridge
COPYRIGHT, 1915, BY PERRY MASON COMPANY
COPYRIGHT, 1916, BY ELSIE SINGMASTER LEWARS
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
TO
Miss Annie Wallace Horner
IS DEDICATED
THIS LITTLE STORY
OF HER NATIVE TOWN
CONTENTS
I. THE SOUND OF BUGLES 1
II. EMMELINE AND THE SCHMIDTS TAKE A JOURNEY 27
III. EMMELINE MEETS THE ENEMIES OF HER COUNTRY 53
IV. THE SECOND DAY OF BATTLE 80
V. PRIVATE CHRISTY SAYS FAREWELL 103
VI. THE TERROR PAST 130
ILLUSTRATIONS
"EMMELINE," HE SAID GENTLY, "DO YOU SUPPOSE
YOU COULD HELP ME?" (page 93) _Frontispiece_
"I AM IN GREAT TROUBLE, EMMELINE" 32
EMMELINE WATCHED HIM GO 128
"YES," ANSWERED MRS. WILLING. "BERTHA IS
ASLEEP UPSTAIRS" 150
_Reproduced by courtesy of "The Youth's Companion" from drawings by B.
J. Rosenmeyer_
EMMELINE
CHAPTER I
THE SOUND OF BUGLES
For an hour at least Emmeline lay quietly curled up on the rear seat
of the Willing surrey. This vehicle was very old and low and broad; it
had been built in the days when people made long journeys in carriages
and liked to have them comfortable. At present the surrey was not in
motion, but in repose in the Willing wagon shed.
Tranquillity was not characteristic of Emmeline. She was by nature a
jumping jack. Although she was fifteen years old and very desirous of
appearing much older, she had put few of the ways of childhood behind
her.
This June day was hot, and Emmeline had been active since early
morning. She had risen at six o'clock, eaten her breakfast, fed
the chickens, washed the dishes, and picked the last of the red
raspberries; then, while she sat by Sister Bertha's bed, she had
raveled enough lint to fill a pint measure. After taking Sister Bertha
her tray, she had gone downstairs to eat her own dinner hungrily. While
she waited on Sister Bertha, or when she heard the neighbors talk about
Sister Bertha, Emmeline's face was a blank mask. Of her sister--or,
rather, her sister-in-law--Emmeline was deeply ashamed.
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