United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
All this I noted as I paused irresolutely on the lower stair, wondering
if I could safely walk directly out of that front door, ignoring the
sentries by right of the uniform I wore, and thus attain the open air.
The constant haunting fear of the early return of Sheridan and his
aides, or a possible encounter with some former acquaintance in that
crushing throng, almost decided me upon venturing the passage. But
already I had hesitated too long. A fat, good-natured-looking man of
forty, an infantry major, but wearing staff decorations, and evidently
officiating in the capacity of floor-manager, after whispering a word
in the ear of another of the same kind beside the ballroom door, hastily
pushed his way through the laughing throng directly toward me.
“Good-evening, Colonel,” he said, bowing deeply. “Your face is not
familiar to me, but you will permit me to introduce myself--Major
Monsoon, of General Sheridan's staff.”
I accepted the fat, shapeless hand he extended, and pressed it warmly.
“I was just meditating a retreat, Major, when you appeared,” I replied
frankly. “For I fear my face is equally unknown to all others present.
Indeed, I feel like a cat in a strange garret, and hesitated to
appear at all. My only excuse for doing so was a promise made Colonel
Culbertson previous to his being ordered out on duty. I am Colonel
Curran, of the Sixth Ohio, but at present serving on the staff of
General Halleck at Washington.”
The Major's round, red face glowed with welcome.
“Extremely pleased to meet you, indeed,” he exclaimed eagerly, “and you
may be sure of a most cordial greeting. Will you kindly step this way?”
As we slowly elbowed our way forward, all desire to escape from the
ordeal fled, and I assumed the risks of the masquerade with the reckless
audacity of my years. Before we reached the ballroom my conductor, his
fat countenance fairly beaming with cordiality, had stopped at least
twenty times to present me to various military titles, and I had
accepted innumerable invitations without in the least knowing who gave
them, or where they were to be fulfilled. Finally, however, we broke
through the massed ring, and succeeded in reaching the tall individual
in spectacles to whom the Major had spoken previous to seeking me, and
I learned through the introduction which followed that I was in the
presence of Brigadier-General Carlton, chief of staff.
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