United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
Graham again laughed outright, and with a comical glance at the young
girl, asked, "Are you sure, sir, that Miss St. John was aware of these
siege operations?"
"Indeed she was. Your friend raised his flag at once, and nailed it to
the staff. And this little minx thought that she could deceive an old
soldier like myself by playing the role of disinterested friend to a
lonely young man condemned to the miseries of a mining town. I was
often tempted to ask her why she did not extend her sympathy to scores
of young fellows in the service who are in danger of being scalped
every day. But the joke of it was that I knew she was undermined and
must surrender long before Hilland did."
"Now, papa, it's too bad of you to expose me in this style. I appeal to
Mrs. Mayburn if I did not keep my flag flying so defiantly to the last
that even she did not suspect me."
"Yes," said the old lady, dryly; "I can testify to that."
"Which is only another proof of my penetration," chuckled the major.
"Well, well, it is so seldom I can get ahead of Grace in anything that
I like to make the most of my rare good fortune; and it seems, Mr.
Graham, as if you and your aunt had already become a part of our
present and prospective home circle. I have seen a letter in which
Warren speaks of you in a way that reminds me of a friend who was shot
almost at my side in a fight with the Indians. That was nearly half a
century ago, and yet no one has taken his place. With men, friendships
mean something, and last."
"Come, come," cried Mrs. Mayburn, bristling up, "neither Grace nor I
will permit such an implied slur upon our sex."
"My friendship for Hilland will last," said Graham, with quiet
emphasis. "Most young men are drawn together by a mutual liking--by
something congenial in their natures. I owe him a debt of gratitude
that can never be repaid, He found me a lonely, neglected boy, who had
scarcely ever known kindness, much less affection, and his ardent,
generous nature became an antidote to my gloomy tendencies. From the
first he has been a constant and faithful friend. He has not one
unworthy trait. But there is nothing negative about him, for he abounds
in the best and most manly qualities; and I think," he concluded,
speaking slowly and deliberately, as if he were making an inward vow,
"that I shall prove worthy of his trust and regard."
Grace looked at him earnestly and gratefully, and the thought again
asserted itself that she had not yet gauged his character or his
feeling toward herself. To her surprise she also noted that Mrs.
Mayburn's eyes were filled with tears, but the old lady was equal to
the occasion, and misled her by saying, "I feel condemned, Alford, that
you should have been so lonely and neglected in early life, but I know
it was so."
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