Alabama -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction; Domestic fiction; War stories
"My dear child, I am very much pained to learn that you have been so
cruelly wounded; but do not let your mind dwell upon it; those weak,
heartless, giddy people are to be pitied, are beneath your notice. Try
to fix your thoughts on nobler themes, and waste no reflection on the
idle words of those poor gilded moths of fashion and folly, who are
incapable of realizing their own degraded and deplorable condition."
"I do not care particularly what they think of me, but I am anxious to
avoid hearing their comments upon me, and therefore I am determined to
keep as much out of sight as possible. I shall try to do my duty in all
things, and poverty is no stigma, thank God! My grandfather was very
poor, but he was noble and honest, and as courteous as a nobleman; and
I honor his dear, dear memory as tenderly as if he had been reared in a
palace. I am not ashamed of my parentage, for my father was as honest
and industrious as he was poor, and my mother was as gentle and good as
she was beautiful."
There was no faltering in the sweet voice, and no bitterness poisoning
it. Mr. Hammond could not see the face, but the tone indexed all, and
he was satisfied.
"I am glad, my dear little Edna, that you look at the truth so bravely,
and give no more importance to the gossip than your future peace of
mind demands. If you have any difficulty in convincing Mrs. Murray of
the correctness of your views, let me know, and I will speak to her on
the subject. Good-night! May God watch over and bless you!"
When the orphan reentered the parlor, Mrs. Inge presented her to
several gentlemen who had requested an introduction; and though her
heart was heavy, and her cheeks burned painfully, she exerted herself,
and danced and talked constantly until Mrs. Murray announced herself
ready to depart.
Joyfully Edna ran upstairs for her wrappings, bade adieu to her
hostess, who complimented her on the sensation her beauty had created;
and felt relieved and comparatively happy when the carriage-door closed
and she found herself alone with her benefactress.
"Well, Edna, notwithstanding your repugnance to going, you acquitted
yourself admirably, and seemed to have a delightful time."
"I thank you, ma'am, for doing all in your power to make the evening
agreeable to me. I think your kind desire to see me enjoy the party
made me happier than everything else."
Gratefully she drew Mrs. Murray's hand to her lips, and the latter
little dreamed that at that instant tears were rolling over the flushed
face, while the words of the conversation which she had overheard rang
mockingly in her ears:
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