Westover of Wanalah: A story of love and life in Old VirginiaEggleston, George Cary
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Westover of Wanalah: A story of love and life in Old Virginia
Eggleston, George Cary
Virginia -- Fiction
The girl uttered a little exclamation of astonishment; then, with that
perfect self-possession which Jack Towns had found to be the most
fascinating thing about her, she added:
"Confidence deserves confidence in return, and before you go," for Jack
had risen and the two were advancing toward his restless, pawing horse,
"it seems only fair to tell you that what you have said of the Boston
banker who entertained you over Sunday has been very gratifying to me,
for the reason that the gentleman concerned is my father, and the house
you found so hospitable is my home. I sincerely hope you'll have other
occasions to visit us there."
Jack's instant thought was:
"I'll make the occasions, and I'll do it pretty soon too," but he
confined his speech to the courtesies of the moment, and a minute later
he was riding at half speed toward Wanalah, wondering if his absence
had kept supper waiting, and not caring in the least whether it had
done so or not.
XXXII
WHAT HAPPENED AT FIGHTING CREEK
In Virginia in the late fifties there was no question of principle or
policy or anything else at issue between the Whig and Democratic
parties. Even in national politics there was none. The Whigs were
supposed to represent tariff protection and internal improvements. The
Democrats stood for free trade and sailors' rights, but neither the one
nor the other of these cries represented anything vital, any policy
that was pending.
In Virginia the instinct of self-preservation, awakened by hostility at
the North to the institution of slavery, had stimulated both parties to
an intemperate, uncompromising, relentless advocacy of slavery as a
system right in itself,--a thing that nobody really believed,--and
whenever Whig and Democrat met in debate, the only question between
them was which could go to the greatest extreme in that direction.
There were the old antagonisms between the two parties. They were still
remembered with bitterness, and men grew excited and even violent in
their discussion; but nobody on either side could have said what they
meant, for the sufficient reason that they meant just nothing at all.
There was a new, Free Soil party rapidly gaining strength at the North,
and by both Whigs and Democrats in Virginia that party was regarded as
the common enemy, to be fought to the death. But while waiting for
that, the Whigs and Democrats fought each other for precedence and
place.
Political speaking under such conditions was apt to be uninteresting to
others than the speakers, unless it involved something of accidental
and unusual moment. If any speaker under the excitement of perfervid
oratory happened to use terms which his adversary could construe to be
offensive to himself, there was instantly awakened the interest that
pertains to a quarrel which may presently ripen into a duel or a street
fight.
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