The Cameron pride; or, purified by suffering : $b A novelHolmes, Mary Jane
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The Cameron pride; or, purified by suffering : $b A novel
Holmes, Mary Jane
American fiction -- 19th century
The young man helped to reassure her, and in telling him her troubles
she forgot her chagrin, feeling very sorry that he was going on to
Albany, and so down the river to West Point. West Point was associated
in Aunt Betsy’s mind with that handful of noble men who within the walls
of Sumter were then the centre of so much interest, and at parting with
her companion she said to him.
“Young man, you are a soldier, I take it, from your havin’ been to
school at West Point. Maybe you’ll never have to use your learning, but
if you do, stick to the old flag. Don’t you go against that, and if an
old woman’s prayers for your safety can do any good, be sure you’ll have
mine.”
She raised her hand reverently, and Lieutenant Bob felt a kind of awe
steal over him as if he might one day need that benediction, the first
perhaps given in the cause then so terribly agitating all hearts both
North and South.
“I’ll remember what you say,” he answered, and then as a new idea was
presented he took out a card, and writing a few lines upon it, bade her
hand it to the conductor just as she was getting into the city.
Without her glasses Aunt Betsy could not read, and thinking it did not
matter now, she thrust the card into her pocket, and bidding her
companion good-by, took her seat in the other train. Lonely and a very
little homesick she began to feel; for her new neighbors were not as
willing to talk as Bob had been, and she finally relapsed into silence,
which resulted in a quiet sleep, from which she awoke just as they were
entering the long, dark tunnel, which she would have likened to
Purgatory, had she believed in such a place.
“I didn’t know we ran into cellars,” she said faintly; but nobody heeded
her, or cared for the anxious timid-looking woman, who grew more and
more anxious, until suddenly remembering the card, she drew it from her
pocket, and the next time the conductor appeared handed it to him,
watching him while he read that “Lieut. Robert Reynolds would consider
it as a personal favor if he would see the bearer safely into the Fourth
Avenue cars.”
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