A Virginia Girl in the Civil War, 1861-1865: being a record of the actual experiences of the wife of a Confederate officer — John Locke — John Shaqi
A Virginia Girl in the Civil War, 1861-1865: being a record of the actual experiences of the wife of a Confederate officer
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He had been introduced several times to ladies as Mr. Moore, but we
had not introduced him generally. We did not know what to do with
him. For ourselves, we felt safe by this time, but I never sat on
that sofa by Captain Locke’s side without the fear in my heart that a
sergeant-at-arms might walk in and lay hands on his shoulder.
“Don’t you see,” I went on, “how Captain Hosmer is watching you?”
For Hosmer was watching him with a scrutiny which could be felt in
spite of all his courteous efforts at concealment. “And can’t you see
with what suspicious looks those officers across the room regard you?”
“That’s so. You must introduce me to some of these people.”
I was dumfounded. So this was the result of my caution!
“By which of your names shall I call you?” I asked satirically, but
the satire was lost on him.
“The last one. That is a good name. It is nearly as common as Smith.
Besides, I really have a right to it. I came by it honestly. I have a
friend in New York by that name and he has kindly lent it to me for
emergencies. So if anybody wants to write or telegraph to New York
about it, they will find me all right. My cousin in New York--who
really _is_ my cousin many degrees removed--will acknowledge me. He is
well known in business circles there.”
“Whom shall I introduce you to?”
“I would rather meet those officers.”
“Good gracious!”
He smiled. “They can give me more, and more accurate, information than
anybody else, and of just the kind I want.”
“You are going to get yourself shot before you start home. I won’t be
responsible for you.”
“They don’t shoot spies--they hang ’em,” he said cheerfully.
I believe his cheerful ease carried us safely through this
conversation under the eyes of the enemy, as it had done before.
“Those gentlemen would hardly think me entitled to the courtesy of a
bullet,” he went on with the utmost _sang-froid_. “A rope is more in
accordance with my expectations if I am caught. But I do not expect to
be caught. Really, little madam, the frank and open plan is the best.
If I were to visit you clandestinely it would create more suspicion.
Don’t you see the fact that you haven’t presented me to those gentlemen
is in itself suspicious? Call those officers up and do the honors.”
“I will call Captain Hosmer,” I said faintly. “I really haven’t the
nerve to summon the other two.--Captain Hosmer!” I called.
He came instantly, and I saw that he was glad to be called.
“Captain Hosmer, let me introduce you to my friend, Mr. Moore.”