"So the old scoundrel is Washington’s richest negro," he thought.
"Well, his manners and his money are not well matched. I’ll even the
score with him yet."
After the first heat of his resentment was off he admitted that his
request to be presented to the negro magnate’s daughter was abrupt,
informal and unwarranted, perhaps, but he argued and insisted that old
Porter ought to have seen that his unconventional request was an
impulsive outcome of his admiration for the girl’s singing, and at least
have been a little more gracious in his refusal. No, he would not
forgive the manner of it; and when he remembered the song and its
delight to his senses he found it about as hard to forgive the refusal
itself.
Not in three years, except for an occasional moment of patriotic uplift,
had his soul had a taste of something to drink—till he heard that song.
His spiritual sense had virtually lain dormant those three years in the
monotonous round of his world-circling outpost duty. In successive
enlistments he might indeed altogether have stifled it, while perfecting
his intelligence, courage, strength and skill as a soldier: for the only
possibility—and there is only possibility, no certainty or even
probability—of spiritual uplift incident to the profession of arms, is
that of developing a surpassing, unselfish love of the flag. This
sentiment in its pure fulness of bloom is of the spirit, and is an
exalted virtue; but not all even of the heroes whose ashes the nations
keep have appropriated to their souls, untainted with selfish or fleshly
impulse, this the very flowering recompense of their travail and
heroism.
Hayward had enlisted at the bidding of the most admirable impulses and
had made an excellent soldier; but the monotonous round of garrison duty
after the brief war was ended had benumbed his purely patriotic motive,
and left only a great desire for personal advancement. In the dull
grind his very highest nature had become stagnated; and it was with the
joy of one first awakened to unforeseen possibilities that he felt
reawakened within him by that one song desires not of the flesh but of
the spirit so long stupefied and unfed.
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