Love stories; Reconstruction (U.S. history, 1865-1877) -- Fiction; Southern States -- History -- 1865-1877 -- Fiction
Even as we looked, there came trotting down the stone pavement towards
us a pair of cavalrymen. The one in front, tall, slender, erect, I
recognized at once as Frank Amory. The one in rear was evidently his
orderly. Never noticing the carriage, which had hurried off on the
Custom-House side of the street, the former rode rapidly to the very
point where we were standing. I saw Mr. Turpin look eagerly at him, then
spring forward.
"Sheep, old man, how are you?"
"Hello, Cyclone! when did you get here?" and throwing the reins to his
orderly, Frank Amory sprang from the saddle, and warmly grasped Mr.
Turpin by the hand. The boys were classmates.
It was perhaps a minute before Amory noticed that I was standing there,
so absorbed was he in greeting his comrade. The moment he caught sight
of me, however, he stepped quickly forward. Quite a number of the
younger officers had gathered around by this time, and with heightened
color he looked eagerly in my face.
"When did you come? Who--who else came?" he asked, excitedly.
"We arrived only a few minutes ago," I said. "Miss Summers, Miss Kitty,
and the colonel with me. They just drove off in that carriage. We are so
rejoiced to hear Major Vinton is better."
"You don't say so!" he exclaimed, then stopped short, as though at a
loss what to add. "I--I had no idea she--you could get here so soon.
Vinton _is_ better, thank God! Where have they gone?"
"To Colonel Newhall's quarters," I answered. "It seems there are several
rooms, and the colonel says his landlady will take the best of care of
them. Then they will be near him, which is something to be considered."
"Why, Sheep, did you know Colonel Summers and Miss Carrington?" broke in
Mr. Turpin, suddenly.
"Yes, quite well. I was stationed near them," was the answer, given with
some constraint.
Mr. Turpin stuck his hands deep in his pockets and said not another
word. Other officers crowded about Mr. Amory to inquire for Major
Vinton, and to ask for news. Presently Major Williams came up with
Colonel Starr, the commanding officer of the battalion that was "in
bivouac" at the station, and I was presented to the latter. From them I
learned something of the situation.
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