Miss Ravenel's conversion from secession to loyaltyDe Forest, John William
History
Miss Ravenel's conversion from secession to loyalty
De Forest, John William
Historical fiction; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction; War stories; Women -- United States -- Fiction
"She is in the city," was the answer.
"Is it possible?" (With a tremendous beating of the heart.)
"Yes. You may suppose that I could not get her to stay behind when it
was a question of re-visiting New Orleans. She is as fierce a rebel as
ever."
Colburne laughed, with the merest shadow of hysteria in his amusement,
and, patriot as he was, felt that he hated Miss Ravenel none the worse
for the announcement. There is a state of the affections in which every
peculiarity of the loved object, no matter how offensive primarily or in
itself, becomes an additional charm. People who really like cats like
them all the better for their cattishness. A mother who dotes on a
deformed child takes an interest in all lame children because they
remind her of her own unfortunate.
"Besides, there was no one to leave her with in New Boston," continued
the Doctor.
"Certainly," assented Colburne in a manifestly cheerful humor.
"But I am truly sorry to see you so thin and pale," the Doctor went on.
"You are suffering from our horrible climate. You positively must be
careful. Let me beg of you to avoid as much as possible going out in the
night air."
Colburne could not help laughing outright at the recommendation.
"I dare say it's good advice," said he. "But when I am officer of the
day I must make my rounds after midnight. It puts me in mind of the
counsel which one of our Union officers who was in the siege of
Vicksburg received from his mother. She told him that the air near the
ground is always unhealthy, and urged him never to sleep lower than the
third story. This to a man who lay on the ground without even a tent to
cover him."
"War is a dreadful thing, even in its lesser details," observed the
Doctor.
"What can I do for you?" asked Colburne after a moment's silence.
"I really don't know at present. Perhaps much. I have come here, of
course, to get together the fragments of my property. I may be glad of
some introductions to the military authorities."
"I will do my best for you. Colonel Carter can do more than I can. But,
in the first place, you must dine with me."
"Thank you; no. I dine at five with a relation of mine."
"Dine twice, then. Dine with me first, for New Boston's sake. You
positively must."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account