The Trials of the Soldier's Wife: A Tale of the Second American RevolutionAbrams, Alex. St. Clair (Alexander St. Clair)
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The Trials of the Soldier's Wife: A Tale of the Second American Revolution
Abrams, Alex. St. Clair (Alexander St. Clair)
Confederate States of America -- Fiction; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
Taking the dispatch, Mrs. Wentworth, with trembling fingers, unfolded
it and read these words: "Mrs. Eva Wentworth, New Orleans, Louisiana:
Yours received. I am safe. Alfred Wentworth." As soon as she had read
the dispatch, her pent up anxiety for his safety was allayed, and
throwing herself on her knees before a couch, regardless of the
presence of Mr. Awtry, who stood looking on, Mrs. Wentworth poured
forth a prayer of thanks at the safety of her husband, while tears of
joy trickled down her cheeks.
"Allow me to congratulate you, Mrs. Wentworth, on the safety of your
husband," said Horace Awtry, after she had become sufficiently
composed. "I assure you," he continued, "I feel happy at the knowledge
of being the medium through which this welcome intelligence has
reached you."
"You have, indeed, proved a friend," she said, extending her hand,
which he shook warmly, "and one that I feel I can trust."
"Do not speak of it," he answered; "it is only a natural act of
kindness towards one whom I desire to befriend."
"And one I will never cease to forget. Oh! if you had but known how I
felt during these past hours of agonizing suspense, you would not have
thought lightly of your kind attention; and I am sure when I write
Alfred of it, he will not have words sufficient to express his
gratitude."
"In my haste to impart the good news to you," said Mr. Awtry, rising,
"I almost forgot an engagement I made this evening. It is now getting
late, and I must leave. Good evening."
"Good evening," she replied. "I trust you will call to see me soon
again."
"With _your_ permission I will," he answered, laying particular
emphasis on the word "your."
"Certainly," she said. "I shall be most happy to see you at anytime."
"I will call soon, then," he replied. "Good night," and he stepped
from the threshold of the house.
"Good night," she said, closing the door.
Horace Awtry stood for a moment near the house; then walking on he
muttered: "A politic stroke, that telegraphic dispatch."
CHAPTER FIFTH.
JACKSON, MISSISSIPPI--A HAPPY HOME.
We will now change the scene of our story, and, using the license of
all writers, transport the reader to Jackson, the Capital of the great
State of Mississippi, and there introduce him or her to other
characters who will bear a prominent part in this book.
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