United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
“Will you not let me aid you?” he questioned eagerly. “I possess some
means, and surely our friendship is sufficiently established to warrant
me in making the offer. You will not refuse?”
“I must,” I answered firmly. “Yet I do not value the offer the less.
Sometime I may even remind you of it, but now I prefer to dig, as the
others must. I shall be the stronger for it, and shall thus sooner
forget the total wreck.”
For a few moments we walked on together in silence, each leading
his horse. I could not but note the contrast between us in dress and
bearing. Victory and defeat, each had stamped its own.
“Wayne,” he asked at length, glancing furtively at me, as if to mark the
effect of his words, “did you know that Mrs. Brennan was again with us?”
The name thus spoken set my heart to instant throbbing, but I sought to
answer carelessly. Whatever he may have surmised, it was plainly my duty
to hide our secret still.
“I was not even aware she had been away.”
“Oh, yes; she returned North immediately after your last parting, and
came back only last week. So many wives and relatives of the officers
have come down of late, knowing the war to be practically at an end,
that our camp has become like a huge picnic pavilion. It is quite the
fashionable fad just now to visit the front. Mrs. Brennan accompanied
the wife of one of the division commanders from her State--Connecticut,
you know.”
There was much I longed to ask regarding her, but I would not venture to
fan his suspicions. In hope that I might turn his thought I asked, “And
you; are you yet married?”
He laughed good-humoredly. “No, that happy day will not occur until
after we are mustered out. Miss Minor is far too loyal a Virginian ever
to become my wife while I continue to wear this uniform. By the way,
Mrs. Brennan was asking Celia only yesterday if she had heard anything
of you since the surrender.”
“She is at Appomattox, then?”
“No, at the headquarters of the Sixth Corps, only a few miles north from
here.”
“And the Major?”
Caton glanced at me, a peculiar look in his face, but answered simply:
“Naturally I have had small intimacy with him after what occurred at
Mountain View, but he is still retained upon General Sheridan's staff.
At Mrs. Brennan's request we breakfasted together yesterday morning, but
I believe he is at the other end of the lines to-day.”
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