United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
The next day he entertained the major in a way that was exceedingly
gratifying and flattering to the veteran. He brought some excellent
maps, pointed out the various lines of march, the positions of the
opposing armies, and showed clearly what had been done and what might
have been. He next became the most patient and absorbed listener, as
the old gentleman, by the aid of the same maps, planned a campaign
which during the coming year would have annihilated the Confederacy.
Grace, sitting near the window, might have imagined herself almost
ignored. But she interpreted him differently. She now had the key which
explained his conduct, and more than once tears came into her eyes.
Hilland returned early, having hastened through his duties, and was in
superb spirits. They spent an afternoon together which stood out in
memory like a broad gleam of sunshine in after years; and then Graham
took his leave with messages from all to Mrs. Mayburn, who was to
return with him.
As they were parting, Grace hesitated a moment, and then stepping
forward impulsively she took Graham's hand in both of hers, and said
impetuously: "You have seen how very, very happy we all are. Do you
think that I forget for a moment that I owe it to you?"
Graham's iron nerves gave way. His hand trembled. "Don't speak to me in
that way," he murmured. "Come, Hilland, or I shall miss the train;" and
in a moment he was gone.
Mrs. Mayburn never forgot the weeks he spent with her. Sometimes she
would look at him wonderingly, and once she said: "Alford, it is hard
for me to believe that you have passed through all that you have. Day
after day passes, and you seem perfectly content with my quiet,
monotonous life. You read to me my old favorite authors. You chaff me
and Aunt Sheba about our little domestic economies. Beyond a hasty run
through the morning paper you scarcely look at the daily journals. You
are content with one vigorous walk each day. Indeed you seem to have
settled down and adapted yourself to my old woman's life for the rest
of time. I thought you would be restless, urging my earlier return to
Washington, or seeking to abridge your leave, so that you might return
to the excitement of the camp."
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