Love stories; Reconstruction (U.S. history, 1865-1877) -- Fiction; Southern States -- History -- 1865-1877 -- Fiction
"I have come direct from Major Vinton's room, Colonel Summers, and am
happy to tell you that the doctors pronounce him much better. The
general charged me to bring you the latest news of him, and to express
to you and to your ladies his warm interest and sympathy."
Then we had not come as strangers to a strange land. I glanced at
Pauline, as her brother, warmly grasping the staff-officer's hand,
presented him to her and to Kitty. Her clear, brave eyes were suffused
with tears and she did not venture to speak a word; but she was
infinitely moved by the constantly recurring evidences of interest in
her and her gallant lover. Such an informal announcement of an
engagement perhaps was not strictly in accordance with the prevailing
customs of society, but the exigencies of the case put all such
considerations aside. Everybody on our train knew the story of course,
and it had evidently been telegraphed to headquarters. Meantime, Major
Williams had been superintending the debarkation of his men, and they
were forming ranks on the platform outside. Beyond them, a long line of
stacked arms was guarded by sentries, and several companies of infantry
were grouped behind them, watching with professional interest the
arrival of comrade soldiery. A number of officers had gathered at the
side of the car,--very weary they looked too, and far from jaunty in
their dusty fatigue uniforms; but they were intent on welcoming Major
Williams and his command, and at that hour in the morning, costume and
unshaven chins were not subject to criticism. Time and again it had been
my lot to be at this very station, but never before had I seen it
thronged with troops. It was evident that matters of grave moment were
going on in the city.
Colonel Newhall had left the car for a moment and Harrod came to me:
"It seems that Vinton is at Colonel Newhall's quarters on Royal Street,
Mr. Brandon. He met the troop on its arrival in town, and finding Vinton
wellnigh delirious with fever, had him taken at once to his lodgings.
There are a number of vacant rooms, he tells me, and he has made all
arrangements to take us right there; so there we will go. The St.
Charles is crowded, and Pauline naturally wants to be near him. I think
it the best arrangement that could possibly be made."
Even as he finished, the colonel came in to say that the carriage was
ready. Harrod, Pauline, Kitty and I followed him to the platform. The
group of officers standing there courteously raised their forage-caps as
our ladies passed them. Kitty looked furtively about her as she stepped
from the car, and Mr. Turpin sprang forward to take her light satchel.
It was but a few steps to the carriage. Pauline and Kitty were handed
in. Summers and Colonel Newhall took their seats in the carriage. We
shook hands all round without saying much of anything, except that I
should meet them later in the day; the driver cracked his whip, and away
they went up Canal Street, Mr. Turpin and I gazing after them.
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