United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
“As you have doubtless remarked, Colonel, we are extremely fortunate in
our ladies to-night. By Jove, they would grace an inauguration ball at
Washington. So many officers' wives have joined us lately, supposing
we would make permanent camp here, and besides there are more loyal
families in this neighborhood than we find usually. At least their
loyalty is quite apparent while, we remain. Then the General Hospital
nurses are not especially busy,--no battle lately, you know,--and there
are some deuced pretty girls among them. Ballroom looks nice, don't you
think?”
“Extremely well; the decorations are in most excellent taste.”
“Entirely the work of the staff. Great pity so many were compelled to be
absent, but a soldier can never tell. Here upon special duty, Colonel?”
“I brought despatches from the President to General Sheridan.”
“Wish you might remain with us permanently. Your command, I believe, is
not connected with our Eastern army?”
“No, with Thomas in the Cumberland.”
“Ah, yes; had some very pretty fighting out there, I understand--oh,
pardon me, Miss Minor, permit me to present to you Colonel Curran, of
General Halleck's staff. The Colonel, I believe, is as able a dancer
as he is a soldier, and no higher compliment to his abilities could
possibly be paid. Miss Minor, Colonel, is a native Virginian, who is
present under protest, hoping doubtless to capture some young officer,
and thus weaken the enemy.”
I bowed pleasantly to the bright-eyed young woman facing me, and not
sorry to escape the Major's inquisitiveness, at once begged for the
remainder of the waltz. The request was laughingly granted, and in
another moment we were threading our way amid the numerous couples
upon the floor. She proved so delightful a dancer that I simply yielded
myself up to full enjoyment of the measure, and conversation lapsed,
until a sudden cessation of the music left us stranded so close to the
fireplace that the very sight of it brought a vivid realization of my
perilous position. If it had not, my companion's chance remark most
assuredly would.
“How easily you waltz!” she said enthusiastically, her sparkling eyes
and flushed cheeks testifying to her keen enjoyment. “So many find me
difficult to keep step with that I have become fearful of venturing upon
the floor with a stranger. However, I shall always be glad to give you a
character to any of my friends.”
“I sincerely thank you,” I returned in the same spirit, “and I can
certainly return the compliment most heartily. It is so long since I was
privileged to dance with a lady that I confess to having felt decidedly
awkward at the start, but your step proved so accommodating that I
became at once at home, and enjoyed the waltz immensely. I fail to
discover any seats in the room, or I should endeavor to find one vacant
for you.”
“Oh, I am not in the least tired.” She was looking at me with so deep an
expression of interest in her eyes that I dimly wondered at it.
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