United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
Yes, indeed, she had told the family better. It was no ghost, but only
Soldier-Boy! She had told Captain Baynell. She wanted him to see
Soldier-Boy. He was beautiful--the most beautiful member of the family!
Oh, yes, Baynell knew he was in the house. She had told him by her sign.
When she had first shown him Soldier-Boy's fine portrait, they had told
him what she meant.
No! Captain Baynell had not forgotten! For when she said it was no
ghost, but Soldier-Boy, Cousin Leonora cried out, "Oh, she means Julius;
that is her sign for him!" Cousin Leonora did not use the manual
alphabet; she read the motion of her lips. None of them used the
alphabet except a little bit; Soldier-Boy the best of all.
Throughout there was a continual ripple of excitement among the members
and several heads were dubiously shaken. More than once Baynell's
counsel sought to interpose an objection,--mindful of the preposterous
restrictions of his position, swiftly writing his views, transmitted, as
if he himself were dumb, through the prisoner to the judge-advocate and
by him to the court. The testimony of the witness could not be legally
taken this way, he insisted, merely by the repetition of what she had
said, by a member of the court-martial for the benefit of the rest.
The peculiar petulance of those who lack a sense was manifested in the
acrimony which shone in the child's eyes as she perceived that he sought
to restrict and repress her statement of her views. When he ventured
himself to ask her a question, having some knowledge of the manual
alphabet, she merely gazed at his awkward gesticulations with an
expression of polite tolerance, making no attempt to answer, then cast
up her eyes, as who should say, "Saw ever anybody the like of that!" and
catching the intent gaze of the brigadier, she burst into a sly
coquettish ripple of laughter that had all the effect of a roguish
aside. Then, turning to the ex-surgeon, her fingers flickered forth the
hope that he would come and see her and talk. When the war was over, she
was going back to school where she had learned the manual
alphabet,--there, although dumb, they talked much.
The mention of the word "school" suggested an idea which obviated the
difficulty as to how this extraordinary testimony could be put into such
shape as to render it available, impervious to cavil, strictly in
accordance with precedent in the case of witnesses who are "mute by the
visitation of God." The cross-examiner asked her if she could write. How
she tossed her head in pride and scorn of the question! Write--of course
she could write. Cousin Leonora had taught her.
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