The Coward: A Novel of Society and the Field in 1863Morford, Henry
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The Coward: A Novel of Society and the Field in 1863
Morford, Henry
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
"I _am_ a proud woman, but a woman still," said Margaret. "You whom I have
loved so truly, can best guess the depth of my woman's nature. But I cannot
and will not marry a man to whom I cannot look up and say: 'This man has
the courage and the will to protect me in every peril!'"
"Have you ever had reason to believe that I could not and would not protect
you, if need came, against all the world?" and his eyes momentarily
flashed, at that thought, with a light which should not have shone in the
orbs of a coward.
"Words are idle, Carlton Brand!" said Margaret. "There is no protection so
sacredly due as that of a strong man to his country. You know it, and I
know it as well. The man who knows his duty to his country and dares not do
it, through sheer bodily fear, could not be trusted in any relation. His
wife would not dare trust him, if she knew it; and you have opened my eyes
but too painfully. And so, in mercy to both, all must be over between us--"
"Oh, do not say that, Margaret, sister!" broke out Elsie, in a more
faltering voice than she had ever used in pleading for herself since the
earliest day of childhood. Margaret did not heed her, if she heard, but
went on from the point at which she had been interrupted:
"All is over between us, Carlton Brand, at once and forever, unless----"
"Unless?--what is the possibility you would yet hold out to me?" and the
speaker showed more agitation, at that one renewed glimpse of hope, than he
had done when battling against utter despair.
"Unless you will yet obey the summons that has called you with every other
true son of Pennsylvania to the field, and prove to me that you did not
know yourself or that you were endeavoring to play a cruel part in
deceiving your sister and me!"
The face of Carlton Brand had been comparatively calm, ever since the
coming out of Margaret. Suffer as he might, most of the suffering had been
hidden. Now that face assumed an aspect that was really fearful to behold.
The veins on his forehead swelled as if they would burst, his lip set hard,
his eyes glared as if one touch might have made him a maniac, and his hands
worked convulsively. All the symptoms of extreme terror and of a repugnance
which no effort could overcome, were imminent in every glance and motion;
and something of those phenomena was exhibited which we may suppose the
Highland seer of old time to have shown, when he was carried beyond himself
by the invisible powers, and saw battle, defeat and horrible death for
himself or others, slowly unrolling before his spiritual sight. Elsie Brand
shuddered and drew back to the column which had before sheltered her.
Margaret Hayley still stood erect, though she was evidently laboring under
suppressed excitement, and none could say what the end of this scene might
be. It was quite a moment before Carlton Brand could command himself
sufficiently to speak, and then he said in a low, broken voice:
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