Mystery fiction; Race relations -- Fiction; Southern States -- Fiction
"I am going to Charleston," the young lady said.
"Where are you from, miss?" Then, seeing her surprise, he continued:
"You must excuse the question but I am a quarantine officer and
Charleston has quarantined against all points that have been exposed to
yellow fever."
"That, then, does not include me," she said, confidently. "I am from
Montgomery, where there is no yellow fever, and a strict quarantine."
"Have you a health certificate?"
"A what?"
"A ticket from any of the authorities or physicians in Montgomery."
"No, sir; I am Miss Kitty Blair, and going to visit friends in
Charleston."
The officer looked embarrassed. The health-certificate regulation and
inland quarantine were new and forced him frequently into unpleasant
positions.
"You will excuse me," he said, finally; "but have you anything that
could establish that fact, visiting cards, correspondence--"
"I have told you," she replied, flushing a little, "who I am and where I
am from."
"That would be sufficient, miss, if all that is needed is a lady's word,
but I am compelled to keep all persons from the east-bound train who
cannot prove their residence in a non-infected district. The law is
impartial."
"And I cannot go on, then?" There were anxiety and pathos in her eyes
and tones. The gentleman in gray approached.
"I can fix that, sir," he said, briskly addressing the officer. "I am
not personally acquainted with Miss Blair, but I can testify to what she
says as true. I have seen her in Montgomery almost daily. My name is
Montjoy--Norton Montjoy, Jr. Here are my letters and my baggage is over
yonder."
"Are you a son of Col. Norton Montjoy of Georgia, colonel of the old
'fire-eaters,' as we used to call the regiment?"
"Yes, indeed," and a happy smile illumined his face.
"My name is Throckmorton," said the officer. "I followed your father
three years during the war, and you are--by Jove! you are the brat that
they once brought to camp and introduced as the latest infantry recruit!
Well, I see the likeness now."
The two men shook hands fervently. The officer bowed to the lady. "The
matter is all right," he said, smiling; "I will give you a paper
presently that will carry you through." The new friends then walked
aside talking with animation. The quarantine officer soon got into war
anecdotes. The other stranger was now left to the amusement of watching
the varying expressions of the girl's face. She continued low over her
book and began to laugh. Presently, with a supreme effort she recovered
herself. Montjoy had shaken off his father's admirer and was coming her
way. She looked up shyly. "I am very much obliged to you for getting me
out of trouble; I----"
"Don't mention it, miss; these fellows haven't much discretion."
"But what a fib it was!"
"How?"
"I haven't been in Montgomery in two weeks. I came here from an aunt's
in Macon."
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