The Young Lieutenant; or, The Adventures of an Army OfficerOptic, Oliver
History
The Young Lieutenant; or, The Adventures of an Army Officer
Optic, Oliver
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
Senator Guilford insisted on sending for the servant and the baggage;
and, in half an hour, Alick was present to confirm the wonderful tale
which Somers told of his captivity in Petersburg, to which Emma and her
father listened with the most intense interest.
Very much to his surprise, Captain Somers found himself quite a lion in
Washington. He was introduced to Senators and Representatives; and on the
following evening actually took the President of the United States by the
hand, just as though he had been one of the patriarchs of Pinchbrook.
In spite of all these brilliant surroundings, Somers was anxious to get
home. He was too feeble to endure the excitement of the capital; and on
the third day after his arrival, he started for home. When he reached
Boston, by an unfortunate chance it was two hours before a train would
start for Pinchbrook. As he had spent two days with a Senator in
Washington, and shaken hands with the President, he deemed himself
qualified to call at No. -- Rutland Street, where the carriage soon set
him down.
Lilian Ashford was at home; and Captain Somers, who had faced a whole
rebel brigade, trembled and blushed in the presence of the maiden like
the veriest coward in the world. But it was some satisfaction to know
that the other party was similarly affected. The young hero could not
exactly explain how he felt. It was a different sensation from that which
had come over him in the presence of Emma Guilford. He experienced a
feeling of awe before her, but he could talk as fast as ever; while to
Lilian he stammered, couldn't remember anything, and made woful confusion
in his words and in his ideas.
When the ice was broken, he succeeded in telling her something about his
adventures in Virginia, and roused a very strong desire in her mind to
see the wonderful Major de Banyan. But his brief hour expired all too
soon; it faded in a moment, and seemed like a tale that was told.
"I wore your socks at the battles of Savage's Station, Glendale and White
Oak Swamp, Miss Ashford," said he; "and I shall keep them for future
service of the same kind. If I am killed in battle, I shall be found with
those socks on my feet."
"Oh, I hope you won't be killed!" exclaimed she with a shudder.
"Well, I hope not; but, as soon as I am able, I shall return to my duty."
"What a brave fellow you are! I shouldn't think you would dare to stand
up before the cannons, and the muskets, and the bayonets."
"When I feel like running away, I always think of my socks," said Somers.
But the carriage had come for him, and Alick stood at the door waiting
for his appearance. He took the little soft white hand in his own, and
readily promised, when she invited him, to call again soon and see her
grandmother, who was out of town that day. Of course, Somers was deeply
interested in that venerable lady, and actually looked forward with
intense pleasure to the anticipated visit.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account