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(Iti Press.) Black Sheep. A Novel. By Edmund Yates, Author of " Kissing the Rod," " Land at Last," &c. 8vo, Paper, 50 cents. MISS RAVENEL'S COxWERSION SECESSIOiN TO LOYALTY. By J. W. DE FOREST, ArTHOR OF "EUROPEAN ACQUAIXTAN'CE," "SEACLIFF," ETC., ETC. XEW YORK: HARPER & BROTHERS, PUBLISHERS, FRAXKLIX SQUARE. 186 7. Entered, according to J^t of Congress, in the year one thousand eight hundred and sixty-seven, by HARPER & BROTHERS, In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the Southern District of l!sew York. CONTENTS. CHAPTKB PAGE I. Mr. Edward Colbuvne becomes acquainted with Miss Lillie Ravenel 7 II. Miss Eavenel becomes acquainted with Lieutenant Colonel Carter 19 III. Mr. Colburne takes a Segar with Lieutenant Colonel Carter 31 IV. The Dramatic Personages go on a Picnic, and study the Ways of New Boston 44 V. The Dramatic Pei'sonages get News from Bull Eun 59 YI. Mr. Colburne sees his Way clear to be a Soldier 71 VII. Captain Colburne raises a Company, and Colonel Carter a Regiment 84 VIIL The Brave bid " Good-by" to the Fair 99 IX. Prom New Boston to New Orleans, via Port Jackson 112 X. The Eavenels find Captain Colburne in good Quarters.... 125 XI. New Orleans Life and New Orleans Ladies 142 XII. Colonel Carter befriends the Eavenels 159 XIII. The Course of True Love begins to run rough 175 XIV. Lillie chooses for herself 191 XV. Lillie bids "Good-by" to the Lover whom she has chosen and to the Lover whom she would not choose 203 XVI. Colonel Carter, gains one Victory and Miss Eavenel an- other 218 XVII. Colonel Carter is entirely victorious before he begins his Campaign 232 XVIII. Doctor Eavenel commences the Eeorganization of South- ern Labor 247 XIX. The Eeorganization of Southern Labor is continued with Visor 261 IV Contexts. CHAPTEE PAGE XX. Captain Colburne marches and figlits with Credit 275 XXI. Captain Colburne lias Occas-ion to sec Life in a llos- jiital 289 XXII. Captain Colburne re-enforces the Ravcnels in Time to aid them in running away 303 XXIII. Captain Colburne covers the Retreat of the Southern Labor Organization 319 XXIV. A desperate Attack and a successful Defense 333 XXV. Domestic Happiness in spite of adverse Circumstances.. 34G XXVI. Captain Colburne describes Camp and Field Life 3G0 XXVII. Colonel Carter makes an Astronomical Expedition with a dangerous Fellow-traveler 371 XXVIII. The Colonel continues to be led into Temptation 385 XXIX. Lillie reaches the Apotheosis of Womanhood 401 XXX. Colonel Carter commits his first ungentlemanly Action iH XXXI. A Torture which might have been spared 427 XXXII. A most logical Conclusion 440 XXXIII. Lillie devotes herself entirely to the Rising Generation.. 459 XXXIV, Lillie's Attention is recalled to the Risen Generation.... 473 XXXV. Captain Colburne as Mr. Colburne 489 XXXVL A Brace of Offers 503 XXXVII. A Marriage 517 MISS RAVENEL'S CONVERSION. CHAPTER I. MK. EDWAED COLBURXE BECOMES ACQUAINTED WITH MISS LILLIE EAYEXEL. It was shortly after the capitulation of loyal Fort Siun- ter to rebellioils South Carolina that Mr. Edward Col- burne of New Boston made the acquaintance of Miss Lillie Ravenel of Xew Orleans. An obscure American author remarks in one of his re- jected articles, (which he had the kindness to read to me from the manuscript) that every great historical event re- verberates in a very remarkable manner through the for- tunes of a multitude of private and even secluded individ- uals. Xo volcanic eruption rends a mountain without stirring the existence of the mountain's mice. It was un- questionably the southern rebellion which brought Miss Ravenel and Mr. Colbume into interesting juxtaposition. But for this gigantic political upturning it is probable that the young lady would never gave visited ISTew Bos- ton where the young gentleman then lived, or, visiting it and meeting him there, would have been a person of no necessary importance in his eyes. But how could a most loyal, warm-hearted youth fail to be interested in a pretty and intelligent girl who was exiled from her home because her father would not be a rebel ? Xew Boston, by the way, is the capital city of the little Yankee State of Barataria. I ask pardon for this geogra- 8 Miss Rayexel's Conversion phical impertinence of introducing a seventh State into New England, and solemnly affirm that I do not mean to disturb thereby the congressional balance of the repul)lic. I make the arrangement with no political object, but solely for my private convenience, so that I may tell my story freely without being accused of misrepresenting this pri- vate individual, or insulting that j^ublic functionary, or burlesquing any self-satisfied community. Like Sancho Panza's famous island of the same name, Barataria was surrounded by land, at least to a much greater extent than most islands. It was through Ravenel the father that Colburne made the acquaintance of Miss Ravenel. In those days, not yet a soldier, but only a martially disposed young lawyer and wrathful patriot, he used to visit the New Boston House nearly every evening, running over all the* journals in the reading-room, devouring the telegraphic reports that were brought up hot from the newspaper offices, and discussing the great political events of the time with the heroes and sages of the city. One evening he found nobody in the reading-room but a stranger, a tall gentleman of about fifty, with a baldish head and a slight stoop in the should- ers, attired in an English moming-suit of modest snuff- color. He was reading the Xew York Evening Post through a rather dandified eyeglass. Presently he put the eyeglass in his vest pocket, produced a pair of steel-bowed spectacles, slipped them on his nose and resumed his read- ing with an air of increased facility and satisfaction. He was thus engaged, and Colburne was waiting for the Post, ragmg meanwhile over that copperhead sheet, The New Boston Index, when there was a jDleasant rustle of female attire in the hall which led by the reading-room. " Papa, put on your eyeglass," said a silver voice which Colburne liked. " Do take off those horrid spectacles. They make you look as old as Ararat." " 3Iy dear, the eyeglass makes me feel as old as you say," responded papa. Fr. OM Secession to Loyaltt. 9 " Well, stop reading then and come up stall's," was the young person's next command. " I've had such an awful afternoon with those pokey people. I want to tell you- Here she caught sight of Colburne regarding her fixedly in the mirror, and with another rustle of vesture she sud- denly slid beyond reach of the angle of incidence and re- fraction. The stranger laid down the Post in his lap, pocketed his spectacles, and, looking about him, caught sight of Colburne. " I beg your pardon, sir," said he with a frank, friendly, man of the world sort of smile. " I have kept the evening paper a long time. Will you have it ?" To our young gentleman the civility of this well-bred, middle-aged personage was somewhat imposing, and con- sequently he made his best bow and would not accept of the Post until positively assured that the other had entire- ly done with it. Moreover he would not commence read- ing immediately because that might seem like a tacit re- proach ; so he uttered a few patriotic common-places on the news of the day, and thereby gave occasion for this history. " Yes, a sad struggle, a sad struggle— especially for the South,'^ assented the imnamed gentleman. " You can't imagine how unprepared they are for it. The South is just like the town's poor rebelling against the authorities ; the more successful they are, the more sure to be ruined." While he spoke he looked in the young and strange face of his hearer with as much seeming earnestness as if the latter had been an old acquaintance whose opinions were of value to him. There was an amiable fascination in the sympathetic grey eyes and the persuasive smile. He ckught Colburne's expression of interest and proceeded. " Xobody can tell me anything about those unlucky, misguided people. I am one of them by birth — I have lived among them nearly all my life — I know them. They A 2 10 Miss R a vex el's Conversion are as ill-informed as Hottentots. They have no more idea of their relative strength as compared to that of the Unit- ed States than the Root-diggers of the Rocky Mountains. They are doomed to perish by their own ignorance and madness." " It will probably be a short struggle," said Colbume, speaking the common belief of the North. " I don't know — I don't know about that ; we mustn't be too sure of that. You must understand that they are barbarians, and that all barbarians are obstinate and reck- less. They will hold out like the Florida Seminoles. They will resist like jackasses and heroes. They won't know any better. They will be an honor to the fortitude and a sarcasm on the intelligence of human nature. They will become an example in history of much that is great, and all that is foolish." " May I ask what part of the South you have resided in ?" inquired Colburne. " I am a South Carolinian born. But I have lived in Xew Orleans for the last twenty years, summers excepted. A man can't well live there the year round. He must be away occasionally, to clear his system of its malaria phys- ical and moral. It is a Sodom. I consider it a proof of depravity in any one to Avant to go there. But there was my work, and there I staid — as little as possible. •! staid till this stupid, barbarous Ashantee rebellion drove me out." " I am afraid you will be an exile for some time, sir," observed Colburne, after a short silence during which he regarded the exiled stranger with patriotic sympathy. " I am afraid so," was the answer, uttered in a tone which implied serious reflection if not sadness. He remembers the lost home, the sacrificed wealth, the undeserved hostility, the sentence of outlawry which should have been a meed of honor, thought the enthusias- tic young patriot. The voice of welcome ought to greet him, the hand of friendship ought to aid him, here among loval men. Feo3i Secessiox to Loyalty, 11 " I hope you stay some time in New Boston, sir," he observed aloud. " If I can he of the slightest benefit to you, I shall be most happy. Allow me to offer you my card, sir." " Oh ! Thank you. You are extremely kind," said the stranger. He bowed very politely and smiled very cor- dially as he took the bit of pasteboard ; but at the same time there was a slight fixity of surprise in his eye which made the sensitive Colburne color. He read the name on the card ; then, with a start as of reminiscence, glanced at it again ; then leaned forward and peered into the young man's face with an air of eager curiosity. " Are you — is it possible ! — are you related to Doctor Edward Colburne of this place who died fourteen or fifteen years ago ?" " I am his son, sir." " Is it possible ! I am delighted to meet you. I am most sincerely and earnestly gratified. I knew your father well. I had particular occasion to know him as a fellow beginner in mineralogy at a time when the science was little studied in this country. We corresponded and ex- changed specimens. My name is Eavenel. I have been for twenty years professor of theory and practice in the Medical College of Xew Orleans. An excellent place for a dissectmg class, by the way. So many negroes are whipped to death, so many white gentlemen die in their boots, as the saying is, that we rarely lack for subjects. — But you must have been quite young when you had the misfortune — and science had the misfortune — to lose your father. Really, you have quite his look about the eyes and forehead. What profession may I ask ?" "Law," said Colburne, who 'was flushed with pleasure over the acquisition of this charming acquaintance, so evi- dently to him a man of the world, a savant, a philosopher, and a patriotic martyr. "Law — that is a smatteiing of it — just enough to have an office and do notary work." 12 Miss Ravenel's Coxveksiox " A good profession ! A grand, profession ! But I should have expected your fathers son to be a physician or a min- eralogist." He took off his spectacles and surveyed Colbume's frank, handsome face with evidently sincere interest. He seemed as much occupied with this young stranger's histo- ry and prospects as he had been a moment before with his own beliefs and exile. At this stage of the conversation one of the hotel serv- ants entered the room and said, " Sir, the young lady wishes you would come up stairs, if you please, sir." " Oh, certainly," answered the stranger, or, as I may now call him, the Doctor. " Mr. Colburne, come up to my room, if you are at leisure. I shall be most happy to have a longer conversation with you." Colburne was in the usual quandaiy of young and mod- est men on such occasions. He wished to accept the invit- ation ; he feared that he ought not to take advantage of it ; he did not know how to decline it. After a lightning-like consideration of the pros and cons^ after a stealthy glance at his toilet in the mirror, he showed the good sense and had the good luck to follow Doctor Ravenel to his private parlor. As they entered, the same silver voice which Col- burne had heard below, exclaimed, " Why papa ! What has kept you so long ? I have been as lonely as a mouse in a trap." "Lillie, let me introduce Mr. Colburne to you," an- swered papa. " My dear sir, take this arm chair. It is much more comfortable than those awkward mahogany uprights. Don't suppose that I want it. I prefer the sofa, I really do." Miss Ravenel, I suppose I ought to state in this exact place, was very fau', with lively blue eyes and exceedingly handsome hair, very luxuriant, very wavy and of a flossy blonde color lighted up by flashes of amber. She Avas tall and rather slender, with a fine form and an uncommon Q^race of manner and movement. Colburne was flattered Fkom Secessio:n- to Loyalty. 13 by tlie quick "blush and pretty momentary flutter of embar- rassment with which she received him. This same irre- pressible blush and flutter often interested those male indi- viduals who were fortunate enough to make Miss Eavenel's acquaintance. Each young fellow thought that she was specially interested in himself; that the depths of her womanly nature were stirred into pleasurable excitement by his advent. And it was frequently not altogether a mistake. Miss Ravenel was interested in people, in a con- siderable number of people, and often at first sight. She had her father's sympathetic character, as well as his graceful cordiahty and consequent chann of manner, the whole made more fascinating by being veiled in a delicate gauze of womanly dignity. As to her being as lovely as a houri, I confess that there were difierent opinions on that question, and I do not care to settle it, as I of course might, by a tyrannical afiirmation. It is curious how resolutely most persons demand that the heroine of a story shall be extraordinarily handsome. And yet the heroine of many a love afiair in our own lives is not handsome ; and most of us fall in love, quite earnest- ly and permanently in love too, with rather plain women. Why then should I strain my conscience by asserting broadly and positively that Miss Ravenel was a first class beauty ? But I do affirm Tvithout hesitation that, like her father, she was socially charming. I go farther : she was also very loveable and (I beg her pardon) very capable of loving ; although up to this time she did not feel sure that she possessed either of these two qualities. She had simply bowed with a welcoming smile and that flattering blush, but without speaking or ofiering her hand, when Colburne was presented. I suspect that she waited for her father to give her a key to the nature of the inter- view and an intimation as to Avhether she should join in the conversation. She was quite capable of such small forethought, and Doctor Ravenel was worthy of the trust. " Mr. Colburne is the son of Doctor Colburne, my dear," 14 Miss Raven el's Conversion he observed as soon as his guest was seated. " You have heard me speak of the Doctor's premature and lamented death. I think myself very fortunate in meeting his son." " You are very kind to call on us, Mr. Colburne," said the silver voice with a musical accent which almost amounted to a singsong. " I hope you don't hate South- erners," she added with a smile which made Colburne feel for a moment as if he could not heartily hate Beauregard, then the representative man of the rebellion. " We are from Louisiana, you know." " I regret to hear it," answered Colburne. " Oh, don't pity us," she laughed. " It is not such a bad 2:)lace." " Please don't misunderstand me. I meant that I regret your exile from your home." " Thank you for that. I don't know whether papa will thank you or not. He doesn't appreciate Louisiana. I don't believe he is conscious that he has suffered a misfor- tune in being obliged to quit it. I am. Xew Boston is very pretty, and the people are very nice. But you know how it is ; it is bad to lose one's home." " My dear, I can't helj^ laughing at your grand misfor- tune," said the Doctor. " We are something like the He- brews when they lost Pharaoh king of Egypt, or like peo- ple who lose a sinking wreck by getting on a sound vessel. Besides, our happy home turned us out of doors." The Doctor felt that he had a right to abuse his own, especially after it had ill-treated him. " Were you absolutely exiled, sir ?" asked Colburne. " I had to take sides. Those unhappy Chinese allow no neutrals — nothing but themselves, the central flowery peo- ple, and outside barbarians. They have fed on the poor blacks until they can't abide a man who isn't a cannibal. He is a reproach to them, and they must make away with him. They remind me of a cracker whom I met at a cross road tavern in one of my journeys through the north of Georgia. This man, a red-nosed, toba- propriate compliments, bare as they are of jollities and an- gular in manners and ojmiions, they have strong sympa- thies for what is clearly right, and can become enthusias- tic in a matter of conscience and benevolence. If they have not learned how to loA'e the beautiful, they know how to love the good and true. But Puritanism is not the only reason why the Xew Bostonians are socially stiff and un- sympathetic. The city is divided into more than ihe ordi- nary number of cliques and coteries, and they are hedged from each other by an unusually thorny spirit of repulsion. From times now far beyond the memory of the oldest in- habitant, the capsheaf in the social pp-amid has been allot- ted by common consent, without much opposition on the part of the other inhabitants, to the president and profes- sors of T\^iuslow University, their families, and the few whom they choose to honor with their intimacy. In early days this learned institution was chiefly theological and its magnates all clerical ; and it was inevitable that men bear- ing the priestly dignity should hold high rank in a puritan community. Eighty or a hundred years ago, moreover, the professor, with his salary of a thousand dollars year- ly was a nabob of wealth in a city where there were not ten merchants and not one retired capitahst who could boast an equal income. Finally, learning is a title to con- sideration which always has been and still is recognized by the majority of respectable Americans. An objection- able feature of this sacred inner chcle of society is that it contains none of those seraphim called young gentlemen. The sons of the professors, excepting the few who become tutors and eventually succeed their fathers, leave Xew Boston for larger fields of enterprise ; the daughters of the Feom Secession to Loyalty. 23 professors, enamored of learning and its votaries alone, will not dance, nor pic-nic, much less intermarry, with the children of shop-keepers, shippers and manufacturers ; and thus it hapf)ens that almost the only beaux whom you will discover at the parties given in this Upper Five Hundred are slender and beardless undergraduates. From the time of Colburne's introduction to the Raven- els it was the desire of his heart to make ISTew Boston a pleasant place to them ; and by dint of spreading abroad the fame of then* patriotism and its ennobling meed of martyrdom, he was able, in those excitable days, to infect with the same fancy all his relatives and most of liis ac- quaintances ; so that in a short time the exiles received quite a number of hospitable calls and invitations. The Doctor, travelled man of the world as he was, made no sort of difficulty in enjoying or seeming to enjoy these at- tentions. If he did not sincerely and heartily relish the New Bostonians, so different m flavor of manner and edu- cation from the society in which he had been educated, he at least made them one and all believe that they were lux- uries to his palate. He became shortly the most popular man for a dinner party or an evening conversazione that was ever known in that city of geometry and puritanism. Except when they had wandered outside of Xew Boston, or rather, I should say, outside of Xew England, and got across the ocean, or south of Mason and Dixon's line, these good and grave burghers had never beheld such a radiant, smiling, universally sympathetic and perennially sociable gentleman of fifty as Ravenel. A most interesting spectacle was it to see him meet and greet one of the elder magnates of the university, usually a solid and sm- cere but shy and somewhat unintelligible person, who al- ways meant three or four times as much as he said or looked, and whose ice melted away from him leaving him free to smile, as our southern friend fervently grasped his frigid hand and beamed with tropical warmth hito his arctic spirit. Such a greeting was as exhilarating as a pint 24 Miss Kayenel's Conversion of sherry to the sad, sedentary scholar, wlio liad just come from a weary day's grubbing among Hebrew roots, and whose afternoon recreation had been a walk in the city cemetery. There were not wanting good people who feared the Doctor ; who were suspicious of this inexhaustible courtesy and alarmed at these conversational j^owers of fascination ; who doubted whether poison might not infect the pleasant talk, as malaria fills the orange-scented air of Louisiana. " I consider him a very dangerous man ; he might do a great deal of harm if he chose," remarked one of those conscientious but uncharitable ladies whom I have regard- ed since my childhood with a mixture of veneration and dislike. Thin-lipped, hollow-cheeked, narrow-chested, with only one lung and an intermittent digestion, without a single rounded outline or graceful movement, she was a sad example of what the Xew England east winds can do in enfeebling and distortmg the human form divine. Such are too many of the New Boston women when they reach that middle age which should be physically an era of adipose, and morally of charity. Even her smile was a Avoful phenomenon ; it seemed to be rather a symptom of pain than an expression of pleasure ; it was a kind of gri- ping smile, like that of an mfant with the colic. " K he chose ! What harm would he choose to do ?" expostulated Colburne, for whose ears this warning was intended. " I can't precisely make out whether he is orthodox or not," repHed the inexorable lady. " And if he is hetero- dox, what an awful power he has for deceiving and lead- ing away the minds of the young ! He is altogether too agreeable to win my confidence until I know that he is o-uided and restramed by grace." " That is the most unjust thing that I ever heard of," broke out Colburne indignantly. " To condemn a man because he is charming ! If the converse of the rule is true, Mrs. Ruggles — if unpleasant people are to be ad- From Secession to Loyalty. 25 mired because they are such — then some of us New Bos- tonians ought to be objects of adoration." " I have my opinions, Mr. Colburne," retorted the lady, who was somewhat stung, although not clever enough to comprehend how badly. " It makes a great difference with an object wlio looks at it," continued the young man. " I sometimes wonder Avhat the ants think of us human beings. Do they under- stand our capacities, duties and destinies ? Or do they look upon us from what might be called a pismire point of view ?" Colburne could say such things because he was a popu- lar favorite. To people who, like the Xew Bostonians, di%l not demand a high finish of manner, this young man was charming. He was sympathetic, earnest in his feelings, as frank as such a modest fellow could be, and among friends had any quantity of exj^ansion and animation. He would get into a gale of jesting and laughter over a game of whist, provided his fellow j^layers were in anywise dis- j^osed to be merry. On such occasions his eyes became so bright and his cheeks so flushed that he seemed lumin- ous with good humor. His laugh was sonorous, hearty, and contagious ; and he was not at all fastidious as to what he laughed at : it was sufficient for him if he saw that you meant to be witty. In conversation he was very pleasant, and had only one questionable trick, which was a truly American habit of hyperbole. When he was ex- cited he had a droll, absent-minded way of running his fingers through his wavy brown hair, until it stood up in picturesque masses which were very becommg. His fore- head was broad and clear ; his complexion moderately light, with a strong color in the cheeks ; his nose straight and handsome, and other features sufficiently regular ; his eyes of a light hazel, and remarkable for their gentleness. There was nothing hidden, nothing stern, in his expression — you saw at a glance that he was the embodiment of frankness and good nature. In person he was strongly B 2fi Miss Ravexel's Conversion built, and he bad increased bis vigor by systematic exer- cise. He bad been one of tbe best gymnasts and oarsmen in college, and still kej)t up bis familiarity witb swinging- bars and racing sbells. His firm wbite arms were well set on broad sboulders and a full chest ; and a pair of long, vigorous legs completed an uncommonly fine figure. Par- donably proud of the strength which he had m part cre- ated, he loved to exhibit gymnastic feats, and to talk of the matches in which he had been stroke-oar. It was the only subject on which he exhibited personal vanity. To ^um up, he was considered in his set the finest and most agreeable young man in Xew Boston. Let us now return to the dinner of Professor "White- wood. The party consisted of eight persons ; the male places being filled by Professor Whitewood, Doctor Rav- enel, Colburne, and a Lieutenant-Colonel Carter ; the fe- male by Mrs. and Miss Whitewood, Miss Ravenel, and John Whitewood, Jr. This last named individual, the son and hcii- of the host, a youth of twenty years of age, was a very proper person to fill the position of fourth lady. Thin, pale and almost sallow, with pinched features sur- mounted by a high and roomy forehead, tall, slender, nar- row-chested and fi-agile in form, shy, silent, and pure as the timidest of girls, he was an example of what can be done with youthful blood, muscle, mind and feeling by the studious severities of a puritan university. Miss Ravenel, accustomed to far more masculine men, felt a contempt for him at the first glance, saying to herself. How dreadfully ladylike ! She was far better satisfied with the appear- ance of the stranger, Lieutenant-Colonel Carter. A little above the middle height he was, with a full chest, broad shoulders and muscular anns, brown curlins: hair, and a monstrous brown mustache, forehead not very high, nose straight and chm dimpled, brown eyes at once audacious and mirthful, and a dark rich complexion which made one think of pipes of sherry wine as well as of years of sun- burnt adventure. When he was presented to her he From Secession to Loyalty. 27 looked her full in the eyes with a bold flash of interest which caused her to color from her forehead to her shoul- ders. In age he might have been anywhere from thirty- three to thii-ty-seven. In manner he was a thorough man of the world without the insinuating suavity of her father, but with all his self-possession and readiness. Colburne had not expected this alarming phenomenon. He was clever enough to recognize the stranger's gigantic social stature at a glance, and like the Israelitish spies in the presence of the Amakim, he felt himself shrink to a grasshopper mediocrity. At table the company was arranged as follows. At the head sat Mrs. Whitewood, with Dr. Ravenel on her right, and Miss Whitewood on her left. At the foot was the host, flanked on the right by Miss Ravenel and on the left by Lieutenant-Colonel Carter. The two central side places were occupied by young Whitewood and Colbunie, the latter being between Miss Whitewood and Miss Ravenel. With a quickness of perception which I suspect he would not have shown had not his heart been interested in the question he immediately decided that Doctor Ravenel was intended to go tete-a-tete with Mrs. Whitewood, and this strange officer with Miss Ravenel, while he was to devote himself to Miss Whitewood. The worrying thought drove every brilliant idea from his head. He could no more talk and be merry than could that hermaphrodite soul whose lean body and cadaverous countenance fronted him on the opposite side of the table. Miss Whitewood, who was nearly as great a student as her brother, was almost as de- ficient in the powers of speech ; she made an efibrt, first in the direction of the coming Presentation Day, then to- wards somebody's notes on Cicero, finally upon the wea- ther ; at last, with a woman's sympathetic divination, she guessed the cause of Colbume's gloom, and sank into a pitying silence. As for Mrs. Whitewood, amiable woman and excellent housewife, though an invalid, her conversa- tional faculty consisted in listening. Thus nobody talked 28 Miss Ravenel's Conversion except the Ravenels, Lieutenant-Colonel Carter, and Pro- fessor Whitewood. Colburne endeavored to conceal his troubled condition by a smile of counterfeit interest in the conversation. Then he grew ashamed of himself, and tearing off his ficti- tious smirk, substituted a look of stern thought, thereby exliibiting an honest countenance, but not one suitable to the occasion. There was sherry on the table ; not because wine-bibbing was a habit of the Whitewoods, inasmuch as the hostess had brought it out of the family medical stores Avith a painful twinge of conscience ; but there it was, in deference to the suj^posed tastes of the army gentleman and the strangers from the south. Colburne was tempted to rouse himself with a glass of it, but did not, being a pledged member of a temperance society. Instead of this he made a gallant moral effort, and succeeded in talking copiously to the junior Whitewood. But as what he said is of little consequence to our story, let us go back a few moments and learn what it was that had depressed his spirits. " I am delighted to meet some one from Louisiana, Miss Ravenel," said the Lieutenant-Colonel, after the master of the house had said grace. " Why ? Are you a Louisianian ?" asked the yoimg lady with, a blush of interest whicli was the first thing that troubled Colburne. " Xot precisely. I came very near calling myself such at one time, I liked the State and the peo2:)le so much. I was stationed there for several years." " Indeed ! At jS^ew Orleans ?" " Not so fortunate," replied the Lieutenant Colonel with a smile and a slight bow, which was as much as to say that, if he had been stationed there, he might have hoj^ed for the happiness of knowing Miss Ravenel earlier. " I was stationed in the arsenal at Baton Rouge." " I never was at Baton Rouge ; I mean I never "sdsited there. I have passed there repeatedly in going up and From Secession to Loyalty. 29 down the river, just while the boat made its landings, you know. What a beautiful place it is ! I don't mean tbe buildings, but the situation, the bluffs." " Precisely. Great relief to get to Baton Rouge and see a hill or two after staying in the lowlands." " Oh ! don't say anything against the lowlands," begged Miss Ravenel. "I won't," promised the Lieutenant Colonel. " Give you my word of honor I won't do it, not even in the strict- est privacy." There was a cavalier dash in the gentleman's tone and manner ; he looked and spoke as if he felt himself quite good enough for his company. And so he was, at least in respect to descent and social position ; for no family in Virginia boasted a purer strain of old colonial blue blood than the Carters. In addition the Lieutenant Colonel was a gentleman by right of a graduation from West Point, and of a commission in the regular service which dated back to the times when there were no volunteers and few civilian appointments, and when by consequence army offi- cers formed a caste of aristocratic military brahmins. From the regular service, however, in which he had been only a lieutenant, his name had vanished several years previous. His lieutenant-colonelcy was a volunteer commission issued by the governor of the State. It was in the Second Barataria, a three-months' regiment, which was shortly to distinguish itself by a masterly retreat from Bull Run. Carter had injured his ancle by a fall from his horse, and was away from the army on a sick leave of twenty days, avoiding the hospitals of Washing- ton, and giving up his customary enjoyments in Xew York for the sake of attending to business which will transpii-e during this narrative. His leave had nearly expired, but he had applied to the War Department for an extension of ten days, and was awaiting an answer from that awful headquarters with the utmost tranquillity. If he found himself in the condition of being absent without leave, 30 Miss Rayexel's Coxveksiox he knew liow to explain things to a military commission or a board of inquiry. The Lieutenant-Colonel liked the appearance of the young person whom he had been invited to meet. In the first place, he said to himself, she had a charming mixture of girlish freshness and of the thorough-bred society air which he considered indispensable to a 'lady. In the second place she looked somewhat like his late wife ; and although he had been a wasteful and neglectful husband, he still kept a moderately soft spot in his heart for the memory of the departed one ; not being in this respect different, I understand, from the majority of widowers. He saw that Miss Ravenel was willing to talk any kind of nothing so long as she could talk of her native State, and that therefore he could please her without much in- tellectual strain or chance of rivalry. Consequently he prattled and made prattle for some minutes about Louis- iana. "Were you acquainted with the McAllisters?" he wanted to know. " Very natural that you shouldn't be. They lived up the river, and seldom went to the city. They had such a noble plantation, though ! You could enjoy the true, old-style, princely Louisiana hospitality there. Splendid life, that of a southern planter. If I hadn't been in the army — or rather, if I could have done everything that I fancied, I should have become a sugar planter. Of course I should have run myself out, for it takes a frightful capital and some business faculty, or else the best of luck. By the way, I am afraid those fine fel- lows will all of them come to grief if this war continues five or six years." " Five or six years !" exclaimed Professor Whitewood in astonishment, but not in dismay, so utter was his incre- dulity. "Do you suppose. Colonel, that the rebels can resist for five or six years ?" " Why not ? Ten or twelve millions of people on their own ground, and difficult ground too, will make a terrific From Secession to Loyalty, 31 resistance. They are as well prepared as we are, and bet- ter. Frederic of Prussia wasn't conquered m seven years. I don't see anything unreasonable in allowing these fel- lows five or six. By the way," he laughed, " I am givmg you an honest professional opinion. Talking outside—to the rabble— talking as a patriot," (here he laughed agam) " and not as an officer, I say three months. Do it m three months, gentlemen !" he added, setting his head back and swelling his chest in imitation of the conventional popular orator. . Miss Pvavenel laughed outright to hear the enemies ot her section satuized. " But how will the South stand a contest of five or six years ?" queried the Professor. " Oh, badly, of course ; get whipped, of course ; that is, if we develope energy and military talent. We have the resources to thrash ^them. War in the long rim is pretty much a matter of arithmetical calculation. Oh, Miss Rav- enel, I was about to ask you, did you know the Slidells ?" " Very slightlv." " Why slightly ? Didn't you like them? I thought they were very agreeable people; though, to be sure, they were parvenus.'^'' " They were very ultra, you know ; and papa was of the other party." " Oh, indeed !" said the Lieutenant-Colonel, turning his head and surveying Ptavenel with curiosity, not because he was loyal, but because he was the young lady's papa. " How I regret that I had no chance to make your father's acquaintance m Louisiana. Give you my honor that I wasn't so simple as to prefer Baton Rouge to N'ew Orleans. I tried to get ordered to the crescent city, but the War Department was obdurate. I am confident," he added, with his audacious smile, half flattering and half quizzical, " that if the Washington people had known all that I lost by not getting to ^N'ew Orleans, they would have relented." "it was perfectly clear to Miss Ravenel that he meant to 32 Miss Ravexel's Conversion pay her a compliment. It occurred to lier that she was i:)robably in short di-esses when the gallant Lieutenant- Colonel was on duty at Baton Rouge, and thus missed a chance of seeing her in Xew Orleans. But she did not allude to this ludicrous possibility ; she only colored at his audacity, and said, " Oh, it's such a lovely city ! I think it is far preferable to New York." " But is it not a very wicked city ?" asked the host, quite seriously. "Mr. Whitewood ! How can you say that to me, a na- tive of it ?" she laughed. " Jerusalem," j^ursued the Professor, getting out of his scrape with a kmd'of ponderous dexterity, like an elephant backing ofP a shak}^ bridge, and takuig his time about it, like Xoah spending a hundred and twenty years m build- ing his ark — " Jerusalem j^roved her wickedness by casting out the prophets. It seems to me that your presence here, and that of your father, as exiles, is sufficient proof of the iniquity of Xew Orleans." " Upon my honor, Professor !" burst out the Lieutenant- Colonel, " you beat the best man I ever saw at a compli- ment." It was now Professor Whitewood's pale and wrinkled cheek which flushed, partly with gratification, partly with embarrassment. His wife surveyed him in mild astonish- ment, almost fearing that he had indulged in much sherry. • The Lieutenant-Colonel, by the way, had taken to the wme in a style which showed that he was used to the taste of it, and liked the eflects. His conversation orrew more animated ; his bass voice rang from end to end of the table, startling Mrs. Whitewood ; his fine brown eyes flashed, and a few drops of perspiration beaded his brow. It must not be supposed that the sheriy alone could do as much as this for so old a campaigner. That afternoon, as he lounged and yawned in the readmg-room of the Xew Boston House, he had thought of Professor Whitewood's invitation, and, feeling low-spirited and stupid, had con- Feom Secession to Loyalty. 33 eluded not to go to the dinner, althongli in the morning he had sent a not^ of acceptance. Then, feeling low-spirited and stupid, as I said, he took a glass of ale, and subse- quently a stiffish whiskey-punch, following up the treat- ment with a segar, which by producmg a dryness of the throat, induced him to try another whiskey-punch. Forti- fied by twenty-five cents' worth of liquor (at the then prices) he felt his ambition and industry revive. By Jove, Carter, he said to himself, you must go to that dinner- party. Whitewood is just one of those pious heavy- weio-hts who can biing this puritanical governor to terms. Put on your best toggery, Carter, and make your bow, and say how-de-do. Thus it was that when the Professor's sherry entered in- to the Lieutenant-Colonel, it found an ally there which aid- ed it to produce the afore-mentioned signs of excitement. Colburne, I grieve to say, almost rejoiced in detecting these symptoms, thuiking that surely Miss Ravenel would not fancy a man who was, to say the least, uiordiaately convivial. Alas ! Miss Kavenel had been too much accus- tomed to just such gentlemen in Xew Orleans society to see anything disgusting or even surprising in the manner of the Lieutenant-Colonel. She continued to prattle with him. in her pleasantest manner about Louisiana, not in the least restrained by Colburne's presence, and only now and then casting an anxious glance at her father ; for Ravenel the father, man of the world as he was, did not fancy the bacchanalian Xew Orleans type of gentility, having ob- served that it frequently brought itself and its T\'ife and children to grief The dinner lasted an hour and a half, by which time it was nearly twilight. The ordinary prandial hour of the Whitewoods, as well as of most fashionable Xew Boston people, was not later than two o'clock in the afternoon, but tliis had been considered a special occasion on account of the far-off* origin of some of the guests, and the meal had therefore commenced at five. On leaving the table the B2 34 Miss Ravexel's Coxversion party went into the parlor and had coffee. Then Miss Ravenel thought it wise to propitiate her father's searching eye by quitting the Lieutenant-Colonel with his pleasant wordly ways and his fascinating masculine maturity, and going to visit the greenhouse in company with that pale bit of human celery, John White wood. Carter politely stood up to the rack for a while wdth IMiss Whitewood, but, finding it dry fodder to his taste, soon made his adieux. Colburne shortly followed, in a state of mind to question the goodness of Providence in permitting lieuten- ant-colonels. CHAPTER ni. MR. COLBURNE TAKES A SEGAR WITH LIEUTEXAXT-COLOXEL CARTER. As Colbnrne neared his house he saw the Lieutenant- Colonel standmg in the flare of a street lamp and looking up at the luminary with an air of puzzled consideration. With a temperance man's usual lack of charity to people given to wine, the civilian judged that the soldier was disgracefully intoxicated, and, instead of thinking how to conduct him quietly home, was about to pass him by on the other side. The Lieutenant-Colonel turned and re- cognized the young man. Li other states of feeling he would have cut him there and then, on the ground that it was not binding on him to continue a chance acquaint- ance. But being full at the moment of that comprehen- sive love of fellow existences which some constitutions extract from inebriating fluids, he said, " Ah ! how are you ? Glad to come across you again." Colburne nodded, smiled and stopped, saying, " Can I do anything for you ?" FEOii Secession to Loyalty. 35 Will you smoke ?" asked the Lieutenant-Colonel, offer- " But how to light it ? there's the rub. I've just broken my last match against this ciirsed wet lamp- post — never thought of the dew, you know — and Avas stu- dying 'the machine itself, to see if I could get up to it and into it." " I have matches," said Colburne. He produced them ; they lighted and walked on together. Being a great fancier of good segars, and of moonlit summer walks under Xew Boston elms, I should like here to describe how sweetly the fragrance of the Havanas rose through the still, dewy air into the interlacing arches of nature's cathedral aisles. The subject would have its charms, not only for the great multitude of my brother smokers, but for many young ladies who dearly love the smell of a segar because they like the creatures who use them. At a later period of this history, if I see that I am likely to have the necessary space and time, I may bloom into such pleasant episodes. " Come to my room," said the soldier, taking the arm of the civilian. " Hope yon have nothing better to do. We Avill have a glass of ale." Colburne would have been glad to refuse. He was mod- est enough to feel himself at a disadvantage in the compa- ny of men of fashion ; and moreover he was just sufficient- ly jealous of the Lieutenant-Colonel not to desire to fra- ternize ^dth him. Finally, a strong suspicion troubled his mind that this military personage, indifferent to Xew Bos- ton opinions, and evidently a wine-bibber, might proceed to get publicly drunk, thus making a disagreeable scene^ with a chance of future scandal. Why then did not Col- burne decline the invitation? Because he was young, good-natured, modest, and wanting in that social tact and courage which most men only acquire by much in- tercourse with a great variety of theh fellow creatures. The Lieutenant-Colonel's, walk was the merest trifle un- steady, or at least careless, and his herculean arm, solid 36 Miss Ravexel's Conversion and knotted as an apple-tree limb, swayed repeatedly against Colbnrne, eliciting from liim a stroke-oarsman's ap- probation. Proud of his own biceps, the young man had to acknowledge its comparative hiferiority in volume and texture. " Are you a gymnast. Colonel ?" he asked. " Your arm feels Uke it." "Sword exercise," answered the other. "Very good thing to work off a heavy dinner. What do you do here"? Boat it, eh ? That's better yet, I fancy." '♦ But the sword exercise is just the thing for your pro- fession." " Pshaw ! — ^beg pardon. But do you suppose that we m these times ever fight hand to hand ? Xo sir. Gun- powder has killed all that." " Perhaps there never was much real hand to hand fightino'," suggested Colburne. " Look at the battle of Pharsaiia. Two armies of Romans, the best soldiers of an- tiquity, meet each other, and the defeated party loses fifteen thousand men killed and wounded, while the vic- tors lose only about two hundred. Is that fighting ? Isn't it clear that Pompey's men began to run away when they got within about ten feet of Cxesar's ?" " By Jove ! you're right. Bully for you ! You would make a soldier. Yes. And if Caesar's men had had long- rano-e rifles, Pompey's men would have run away at a hundred yards. All victories are won by moral force — by the terror of death rather than by death itself" " Then it is not the big battalions that carry the day," inferred Colburne. " The weakest battalions will win, if they will stand." " But they won't stand, by Jove ! As soon as they see they are the weakest, they run away. Modern war is founded on the prmciple that one man is afraid of two. Of course you must make allowance for circumstances, strength of position, fortifications, superior discipline, and superior leadership. Circumstances are sometimes strong From Secession to Lotaltt. 37 enough to neutralize numbers. — Look here. Axe you in- terested in these matters ? Why don't you go into the army ? What the devil are you staying at home for when the whole nation is arming, or will soon have to arm ?" " I " — stammered Colburne — " I have thought of apply- ing for a quartermaster's position," " A quartermaster's !" exclaimed the Lieutenant-Colonel, without seekhig to disguise his contempt. " What for ? To keep out of the fighting ?" " Xo," said Colburne, meekly. " But I do know a little of the ways of business, and I know nothing of tactics and discij)line. I coiild no more drill a company than I could sail a ship. I should be like the man who mounted such a tall horse that he not only couldn't manage him, but couldn't get ofl* till he was thrown off". I should be dis- missed for incompetency." " But you can learn all that. You can learn in a month. You are a college man, aint you ? — you can learn more in a month than these boors from the militia can in ten years. I tell you that the fellows who are in command of compa- nies in my regiment, and in all the volunteer regiments that I know, are not fit on an average to be corporals. The best of them are from fair to middlins^. You are a colleo-e • man, amt you ? Well, when I get a regiment you shall have a company in it. Come up to my quarters, and let's talk this over." Arrived at his room. Carter rang for Scotch ale and se- gars. Li the course of half an hour he became exceedingly open-hearted, though not drunk in the ordinary and disa- greeable acceptation of the word. " I'll tell you why I am on here," said he. " It's my mother's native State — old Baratarian family — Standishes, you know — historically Puritan and colonial. The White- woods are somehow related to me. By the way, I'm a Virginian. I suppose you think it queer to find me on this side. Xo you don't, though ; you don't believe in the State Riaht of secession. Xeither do I. I was edu- 38 Miss Raven el's Conversion cated a United States soldier. I follow General Scott. Xo Virginian need be ashamed to follow old Fuss and Feathers. TV"e used to swear by him in the army. Great Scott ! the fellows said. Well, as I had to give up my fa- ther's State, I have come to my mother's. I want old Bar- ataria to distinguish herself. Now's the chance. We are going to have a long war. I want the State to be pre- pared and come out strong ; it's the grandest chance she'll ever have to make herself famous. I've been to see the Governor. I said to him, ' Governor, now's your chance ; now's the chance for Barataria ; now's my chapce. It's going to be a long war. Don't depend on volunteermg — it won't last. Get a militia system ready which will classify the whole population, and bring it into the fight as fast as it's needed. Make the State a Prussia. If you'll allow me, I'll draw up a -plmi which shall make Barataria a military community, and put her at the head of the Union for moral and physical power. Appoint me your chief of stafi*, and I'll not only draw up the plan, but put it in force. Then give me a division, or only a brigade, and I'll show you what well-disciplined Baratarians can do on the battle-field. Xow what do you think the Gover- nor answered ? — Governor's a dam fool !" " Oh, no !" protested Colburne, astonished ; for the chief magistrate of Barataria was highly respected. " I don't mean individually — not a natural-born fool," explained the Lieutenant-Colonel — " but a fool from the necessity of the case ; mouthpiece, you see, of a stupid day and generation. What can he do ? he asks. I admit it. He can't do anything but what Democracy permits. Lose the next election, he says. Well, I suppose he would ; and that won't answer. Governor's wise in his day and gen- eration, although a fool by .the eternal laws of military reason. — I don't know as I talk very clearly. But you get at my meaning, don't you ? — Well, I had a long argu- ment, and gave it up. We must go on volunteering, and the rusty militia-men and greasy dema- Feom Secession to Loyalty. 39 gogues who bring in the comi^anies. The rank and file is magnificent — can't be equalled — too good. But such an infernally miserable set as the officers average ! Some bright young fellows, who can be licked into shape ; the rest old deacons, tinkers, military tailors, Jew pedlars broken down stump orators ; wrong-headed cubs who have learned just enough of tactics to know how not to do it. Look at the man that I, a Virginian gentleman, a West Pointer, have over me for Colonel. He's an old bloat — an old political bloat. He knows no more of tactical evolu- tions than he does of the art of navigation. He'll order a battalion which is marching division front to break into platoons. You don't understand that? It's about the same as — well, never mind — it can't be done. Well, this cursed old bloat is engineering to be a General. We don't want such fellows for Generals, nor for Colonels, nor for Captains, nor for privates, by Jove ! If Barataria had to fit out frigates instead of regiments, I wonder if she would put such men in command of them. Democracy might de- mand it. The Governor would know better, but he might be driven to it, for fear of losing the next election. "Now then," continued the Lieutenant-Colonel, "I come to business. We shall have to raise more regiments. I shall apply for the command of one of them, and shall get it. But I want gentlemen for my officers. I am a gentleman myself, and a West Pointer. I don't want tin- kers and pedlars and country deacons. You're a college man, aint you ? All right. College men will do for me. I want you to take a company in my regiment, and get in as many more of your set as you can. I'm not firing blank cartridge. My tongue may be thick, but my head is clear. Will you do it ?" " I will," decided Colburne, after a moment of earnest consideration. The problem occurred to him whether this man, clever as he was, professional soldier as he was, but aj^parently a follower of rash John Barlevcorn, would be a wiser leader 40 Miss Raven el's Conversion in the field than a green but temperate civilian. He could not stop to settle the question, and accepted the Lieuten- ant-Colonel's leadership by imi^ulse. The latter thanked him cordially, and then laughed aloud, evidently because of that moment of hesitation. " Don't think I'm this way always," he said. " Xever when on duty ; Great Scott ! no man can say that. Indeed I'm not badly off now. If I willed it I could be as logical as friend Whitewood — I could do a problem in Euclid. But it would be a devil of an eftbrt. You won't demand it of me, will you ?" " It's an odd thing ui man," he went on gravely, " how he can govern drunkenness and even sickness. Just as though a powder-magazine should have self-control enough not to explode when some one throws a live coal into it. The only time I ever got drunk clear through, I did it de- liberately. I was to Cairo, caught there by a railroad breakdown, and had to stay over a Jiight. Ever at Cairo ? It is the dolefullest, cursedest place ! If a man is excusable anywhere for drinking himself insensible, it is at Cairo, Illinois. The last thing I recollect of that evening is that I was sitting in the bar-room, feet against a pillar, debating whether I would go quite drunk, or make a fight and stay sober. I said to myself, It's Cairo, and let myself go. My next distinct recollection is that of waking up in a raih'oad car. I had been half conscious two or three times previously, but had gone to sleep again, without taking notice of my surroundings. This time I looked about me. ]Mv carpet-bag was between my feet, and my over-coat in the rack above my head. I looked at my watch ; it was two in the afternoon. I turned to the gentleman who shared my seat and said, ' Sir, will you have the goodness to tell me where this train is going?' He stared, as you may suppose, but replied that we were going to Cincinnati. The devil we are I thought I ; and I wanted to, go to St. Louis. I afterwards came across a man who was able to tell me how I s^ot on the train. He said that I came down From Secession to Loyalty. 41 at five in the morning, carpet-bag and over-coat in hand, settled my bill in the most rational manner possible, and took the omnibus to the railroad station. Xow it's my be- lief that I could have staved ofi" that drunken fit by obsti- nacy. I can stave this one off. You shall see." He emptied his glass, lighted a fresh segar big enough to floor some men without other aid, and commenced walking the room, taking it diagonally from corner to cor- ner, so as to gain a longer sweep. " Don't stir," he said. " Don't mind me. Start another segar and try the ale. You won't ? What an inhuman monster of abstinence !" " That is the way they brmg us up m Xew Boston. We are so temperate that we are disposed to outlaw the rais- ing of rye." " You mean in your set. There must be somebody in this city who gets jolly ! there is everywhere, so far as I have travelled. You will find a great many fellows like me, and worse, in the old army. And good reason for it ; just think of our life. All of us couldn't have nice 2:>laces in charge of arsenals, or at Xewport, or on Governor's Island. I was five years on the frontier and in Califor- nia before I got to Baton Rouge ; and that was not so very delightful, by the way, in yellow fever seasons. Xow imagine yourself in command of a comj^any garrisoniug Fort Wallah- Wallah on the upper Missouri, seven hun- dred miles from an opera, or a library, or a lady, or a mince j)ie, or any other civilizing iufluence. The Cap- tain is on detached service somewhere. You are the First Lieutenant, and your only companion is Brown the Second Lieutenant. You mustn't be on sociable terms with the men, because you are an ofiicer and a gentleman. You have read your few books, and talked Brown dry. There is no shooting within five miles of the fort ; and if you go beyond that distance, the Blackfeet will raise your hair. What is there to save you from suicide but old-rye ? That's one way we come to driuk so. You are lucky. 42 Miss R a yen el's Conversion You have had no temptations, or almost none, in tliis lit- tle Puritan city." " There are some bad places and people here. I don't speak of it boastingly." " Are there ?" laughed Carter. " I'm delighted to hear it, by Jove ! When my father went through college here, there wasn't a chance to learn anythmg wicked but hy- pocrisy. Chance enough for that, judging from the sto- ries he told me. So old AYliitewood is no longer the exact model of all the New Bostonians ?" " Xot even in the University. There used to be such a solemn set of Professors that they couldn't be recognised in the cemetery because they had so much the air of tomb- stones. But that old dark-blue lot has nearly died out, and been succeeded by younger men of quite a pleasant cerulean tint. They have studied in Europe. They like Paris and Vienna, and other places that used to be so wicked ; they don't think such very small lager of the German theologians; they accept geology, and discuss Darwin with patience." " Don't get out of my range. Who the devil is Dar- wm ? l^ever mind ; PU take him for granted ; go on with your new-school Professors. " Oh, I havn't much to say about them. They are quite agreeable. They are what I call men of the world — though I suppose I hardly know what a man of the world is. I dare say I am like the mouse who took the first dog that he saw for the elephant that he had heard of" The Lieutenant-Colonel stopped his walk and surveyed him, hands in pockets, a smile on his lip, and a silent horse-laugh in his eye. " Men of the world, are they ? By Jove ! Well ; per- haps so ; I havn't met them yet. But if it comes to pointing out men of the world, allow me to indicate our Louisiana friend, Eavenel. There's a fellow who can do the universally agreeable. You couldn't tell this even- ing which he liked best, Whitewood or me ; and I'll be Feo:m Secession to Loyalty. 43 hano-ed if tlie same man can like both of us. When lie was^talking with the Professor he seemed to be saying to himself, '''Whitewood is my blue-book;" and when he was talking with me his whole countenance glowed with an expression which stated that ' Carter is the boy.' What a diplomatist he would make ! I like him immense- ly. He has a charmmg daughter too ; not beautifol ex- actly, but Yery charming." C'olburne felt an oppression which would not allow him to discuss the question. At the same time he was not m- dignant, but only astonished, perhaps also a little pleased, at "the tone of indifference with which the other spoke of the young lady. His soul was so occupied with this new tram of thought that I doubt whether he heard und^r- standingly the conversation of his uiterlocutor for the next few minutes. Suddenly it struck him that Carter was en- tirely sober, in body and brain. " Colonel, wouldn't you like to go on a pic-nic ?" he asked abruptly. " Pic-nic ?— political thuig ? Why, yes ; thmk I ought to like it ; help along our regiment." " No, no ; not poUtical. Pm sorry I gave you such an exalted expectation ; now you'll be disappomted. I mean an affair of young ladies, beaux, baskets, paper parcels, sandwiches, cold tongue, biscuits and lemonade." " Lemonade !" said Carter with a grimace. " Could a •fellow smoke ?" " I take that liberty." " Is Miss Ravenel going ?" " Yes." " I accept. How do you go ?" " In an omnibus. I will see that you are taken up— say at nuie o'clock to-morrow morning." 44 Miss Ravexel's Conversion CHAPTER IV. THE DRAMATIC PERSONAGES GO ON A PIC-NIC, AND STUDY THE WAYS OF NEW BOSTON. When the Lieutenant-Colonel awoke in the mornmg he did not feel much like going on a pic-nic. He had a slight ache in the top of his head, a huskiness in the throat, a woolliness on the tongue, a feverishness in the cuticle, and a crawling tremulousness in the muscles, as though the molecules of his flesh were separately alive and intertwin- ing themselves. ' He drowsily called to mind a red-nosed old gentleman whom he had seen at a bar, trying in vain to gather up his change with shaky fingers, and at last exclaimmg, " Curse the change !" and walking off hastily in evident mortification. " Ah, Carter ! you will come to that yet," thought the Lieutenant-Colonel. — "To be sure," he added after a moment, " this sobering one's self by main strength of ^dll, as I did last night, is an extra trial, and enough to shake any man's system. — But how about breakfast and that confounded pic-nic ?'* was his next reflection. " Carter, tem- perance man as you are, you must take a cocktail, or you won't be able to eat a mouthful this morning." He rang ; ordered an eye-opener, stiff; swallowed it, and looked at his watch. Eight ; never mind ; he would wash and shave ; then decide between breakfast and pic-nic. Thanks to his martial education he was a rapid dresser, and it still lacked a quarter of nine when he appeared in the dining saloon. He had time therefore to eat a mutton chop, but he only looked at it with a disgusted eye, his stomach being satisfied with a roll and a cup of coffee. In the outer hall he lighted a segar, but after smoking about an inch of it, threw the rest away. It was decid- From Secession to Loyalty. 45 edly one of his qualmish mornings, and he was glad to get a full breath of out of door air. " Is my hamper ready ?" he said to one of the hall-boys. "Sir?" " My hamper, confound you ; " repeated the Lieutenant Colonel, who was more irritable than usual this morning, " The basket that I ordered last night. Go and ask the clerk." " Yes, su'," said the boy when he returned. *' It's all right, sir. There it is, sir, behind the door." The omnibus, a little late of course, appeared about a quarter past nine. Besides Colburne it contained three ladies, two of about twenty-five and one of thirty-five, ac- companied by an equal number of beardless, slender, jauntily dressed youths whom the Lieutenant-Colonel took for the ladies' younger brothers, inferring that pic-nics were family aflaii*s in Xew Boston. Surveying these juvenile gentlemen witli some contempt, he was about to say to Colburne, " Yery sorry, my dear fellow, but really don't feel well enough to go out to-day," when he caught sight of Miss Ravenel. " Are you going ?" she asked with a blush which, was so indescribably flattering that he instantly responded, " Yes, indeed." Behind Miss Ravenel came the doctor, who immediately inquhed after Carter's health with an air of friendly m- terest that contrasted curiously with the glance of sus- picion which he bent on him as soon as his back was turned. Libbie hastened into the omnibus, very much afraid that her father would order her back to her room. It was only by dint of earnest begging that she had ob- tained his leave to join the pic-nic, and she knew that he had given it without suspecting that this sherry-loving army gentleman would be of the party. " But where are your matrons, Mr. Colburne ?" asked the doctor. " I see only young ladies, who themselves need matronizing." 46 Miss Rave x el's Conversiox The beauty of thirty-five looked graciously at him, and judged*!iim a perfect gentleman. " Mrs. AYhitewood goes out in her own carnage," an swered Colburne. The Doctor bowed, j^rofessed himself delighted with the arrangements, wished them all a pleasant excursion, and turned away with a smilmg face which, became exceed- ingly serious as he walked slowly up staii's. It was not thus that young ladies were allowed to go a pleasuring at Xew Orleans. The severe proprieties of French man- ners with regard to demoiselles were m considerable favor there. Her mother never would have been caught in this way, he thought, and was anxious and repentant and an- gry with, himself, until his daughter returned. In the omnibus Colburne did the introductions ; and now Carter discovered that the beardless young gentlemen were not the brothers of the ladies, but most evidently their cavaliers ; and was therefore left to infer that the beaux of Xew Boston are blessed with an immortal youth, or rather childhood. He could hardly help laughing aloud to thuik how he had been caught in such a nursery sort of pic-nic. He glanced from one downy face to another with a cool, mocking look wliicli no one understood but Miss Ravenel, who was the only other person in the party to whom the sight of such juvenile gallants was a rarity. She bit her lips to repress a smile, and desperately opened the conversation. " I am so anxious to see the Eagle's Xest," she said to one of the students. " Oh ! you never saw it ?" he replied. There were two things in this response which surprised Miss Ravenel. In the first place the young gentleman blushed violently at being addressed ; in the second, he spoke in a A'ery hoarse and weak tone, his voice being not yet established. Unable to think of anything further to say, he turned for aid to the maiden of thirty-five, be- tween whom and himself there was a tender feeling, as Fko:m Secession to Loyalty. 47 appeared openly later in the day. She set him on his in- tellectual pins by commencing a conversation on th6'wood- en-spoon exhibition. " What is the wooden-spoon ?" asked Lillie. " It is a burlesque honor in college," answered the youth. " It used to be given to the stupidest fellow in the gradu- ating class. Xow it's given to the j oiliest fellow — most popular fellow — smartest fellow, that doesn't take a real honor." " Allow me to ask, sir, are you a candidate ?" inquu-ed the Lieutenant-Colonel. Miss Ravenel cringed at this unprovoked and not very brilliant brutality. The collegian merely stammered " Xo, sir," and blushed immoderately. He was too much puz- zled by the other's impassable stare to comprehend the sneer at once ; but he studied it much during the day, and that night writhed over the memory of it till towards morning. Both Carter and the lady of thirty-five ought to have been ashamed of themselves for taking unfair advan- tage of the simplicity and sensitiveness of this lad ; but the feminine sinner had at least this excuse, that it was the •angelic spirit of love, and not the demonaic spirit of scorn, which prompted her conduct. Perceiving that her boy was being abused, she inveigled him into a corner of the vehicle, where they could talk together without mterrup- tion. The conversation of lovers is not usually mteresting to outsiders except as a subject of laughter ; it is frequent- ly stale and flat to a degree which seems incomprehensible when you consider the strong feelings of the interlocutors. This is the ordinary sort of thmg, at least in ISTew Bos- ton : — Lady, (smiling) Did you go out yesterday ? Gent, (smiling) Yes. Lady. Where ? Gent. Only down to the post-oflice. Lady. JMany people in the streets ? GGUt. Not very many. 48 Miss Ravexel's Conversion And all the while the two persons are not thinking of the walk, nor of the post-office, nor of the people in the streets, nor of anythmg of which they speak. They are thinking of each other ; they are prattling merely to be near each other ; they are so full of each other that they cannot talk of foreign subjects interestingly ; and so the babble has a meanmg which the unsymi^athetic bye- stander does not comprehend. After circulating through the city to pick up the vari- ous mvited ones, the omnibus was joined by a second om- nibus and two or three family rockaways. The little fleet of vehicles then sailed into the country, and at the end of an hour's voyage came to anchor under the lee of a wood- ed cliff called the Eagle's Xest, which was the projected site of the j^ic-nic. Up the long slope which formed the back of the cliff, a number of baskets and demijohns were carried by the youthful beaux of the party with a child- like zeal which older gallants might not have exhibited. Carter's weighty hamper was taken care of by a couple of juniors, who jumped to the task on learning that it be- longed to a United States army officer. He offered repeat- edly to relieve them, but they would not suffer it. In a* roundabout and marticulate manner they were exhibiting the fervent patriotism of the time, as well as that perpet- ual worshi]) which young men pay to their superiors in asje and knowledo^e of the world. And oh ! how was vir- tue rewarded when the basket was oj^ened and its contents displayed I It was not for the roast chicken that the two frohcsome juniors cared : the companion baskets around were crammed with edibles of all manner of flesh and fowl ; it was the sight of six bottles of cham- pagne which made their eyes rejoice. But with a holy horror equal to their wicked joy did all the matrons of the party, and indeed more than half of the younger peo- ple, stare. Carter's champagne was the only spirit of a vinous or ardent natm*e present. And when he produced two bunches of segars from his pockets and proceeded to From Secession to Loyalty. 49 distribute them, the moral excitation reached its height. Immediately there were opposing j^artisaus in the pic-nic : those who meant to take a glass of champagne and smoke a segar, if it were only for the wicked fun of the thing; and those who meant, not only that they would not smoke nor drink themselves, but that nobody else should. These last formed little groups and discussed the aiiair with conscientious bitterness. But what to do ? The atrocity puzzled them by its very novelty. The memory of woman did not go back to the time when an aristocratic Xew Bos- ton pic-nic had been s6 desecrated. I say the memory of vaoraan advisedly and upon arithmetical calculation ; for in this party the age of the males averaged at least five years less than that of the females. " Why don't you stop it, Mrs. Whitewood ?" said the maiden of thirty-five, with gu'lish enthusiasm. " You are the oldest person here." (Mrs. Whitewood did not look particularly flattered by this statement.) " You have a perfect right to order anything." (Mrs. Whitewood looked as if she would like to order the young lady to let her alone.) " If I were you, I would step out there and say, Gentlemen, this must be stopped." Mrs. Whitewood might have rej^lied. Why don't you say it yourself? — you are old enough. But she did not ; such sarcastic observations never occurred to her good- natured soul ; nor, had she been endowed with, thousands of similar conceits, would she have dared utter one. It was impossible to rub her up to the business of confront- ing and puttmg down the adherents of the champagne basket. She did think of speaking to Lieutenant-Colonel Carter privately about it, but before she could decide in what terms to address him, the last bottle had been cracked, and then of course it was useless to say anything. So m much horror of spirit and with many self-reproaches for her weakness, she gazed helplessly upon Avhat she considered a scene of wicked revelry. In fact there was C 50 Miss Ravexel's Con version a good deal of jollity and racket. The six bottles of champagne made a pretty strong dose for the unaccus- tomed heads of the dozen lads and three or four young ladies Avho finished them. Carter himself, cloyed with the surfeit of yesterday, took almost nothing, to the ^von- der, and even, I suspect, to the disappomtment of the temperance party. But he made himself dreadfully ob- noxious by urging his Sillery upon every one, including the Whitewoods and the maiden of thirty-five. The latter declmed the profiered glass with an air of viituous mdig- nation which struck him as uncivil, more particularly as it evoked a triumphant smile from the adherents of lem- onade. With a cruelty without parallel, and for which I shall not attempt to excuse him, he immediately offered the bumper to the young gentleman on whose arm the lady leaned, with the observation, " Madam, I hope you will allow your son to take a little." The unhappy couple walked away in a speechless con- dition. The two juniors heretofore mentioned burst into hysterical gulphs of laughter, and then pretended that it was a smiultaneous attack of coughmg. There were no more attempts to put down the audacious army gentle- man, and he was accorded that elbow-room which we all grant to a bull in a china-shop. He was himself somewhat shocked by the sensation which he had produced. " TVhat an awful row !'' he whispered to Colburne. " I have plunged this nursery into a state of civil war. When you said i:)ic-nic, how could I suppose that it was a Sab- bath-school excursion ? By the way, it isn't Sunday, is it ? Do you always do it this way m Xew Boston ? But you are not immaculate. You do some things here which would draw down the frown of society m other places. Look at those couples — a young fellow and a girl — stroll- ing off by themselves among the thickets. Some of them have been out of sight for half an hour. I should think it would make talk. I should thmk Mrs. Whitewood, Avho seems to be matron in chief, would stop it. I tell you, it FE0 3r Secessiox to Loyalty. 51 wouldn't do iii XewYork or Philadelphia, or any such place, except among the lower classes. You don't catch our young Louisianienne making a dryad of herself. I heard one of these lads ask her to take a walk in the grove on top of the hill, and I saw her decline with a blush which certainly expressed astonishment, and, I think, mdignation. ]^ow how the devil can these old girls, who have lived long enough to be able to put two and two together, be so dem'd inconsistent ? After regarding me with horror for offering them a glass of champagne, they will commit im- prudences which make them appear as if they had drunk a bottle of it. And yet, just look. I have too much deli- cacy to ask one of those young ones to stroll off with me in the bushes. — Won't you have a segar ? I don't believe Miss Ravenel objects to tobacco. They smoke in Louisia- na ; yes, and they chew and di-ink, too. Shocking fast set. I really hope the child never will many down there. I take an mterest in her. You and I will go out there some day, and reconquer her patrimony, and put her in possess- ion of it, and then ask her which she will have." Colburne had already talked a good deal with Miss Ra- venel. She was so discouraging to the student beaux, and Carter had been so general in his attentions with a view to getting the champagne into circulation, that she had fallen chiefly to the young lawyer. As to the women, she did not much enjoy theu' conversation. At that time everybody at the Xorth was passionately loyal, especially those who would not m any chance be called upon to fight — and this loyalty was expressed towards i^ersons of se- cessionist proclivities with a frank energy which the lat- ter considered brutal incivility. From the male sex Miss Ravenel obtained some compassion or polite forbearance, but from her own very little ; and the result was that she avoided ladies, and might perhaps have been driven to suffer the boy beaux, only that she could make sure of the society of Colburne. Important as this young gentleman was to her, she could not forbear teasmg him concerning 52 Miss Ravexel's Conversion the local j^eculiarities of Xew Boston. This afternoon she was satirical upon the juvenile gallants. " You seem to be the only man in New Boston," she said. " I suppose all the males are executed when they are found guilty of being twenty-one. How came you to es- cape ? Perhaps you arc the executioner. Why don't you do your office on the Lieutenant-Colonel ?" " I should like to," answered Colbume. Miss Ravenel colored, but gave no other sign of com- prehension. " I don't like old beaux," persisted Colburnc. " Oh ! I do. When I left Xew Orleans I parted from a beau of forty." " Forty ! How could you come away ?" " Why, you know that I hated to leave Xew Orleans." " Yes ; but I never knew the reason before. Did you say forty ?" "Yes, sir; just forty. Is there anythmg strange in a man of forty being agreeable ? I don't see that you Xew Bostonians find it difficult to like ladies of forty. But I havn't told you the worst. I have another beau, whom I like better than anybody, who is fifty-five." " Youi' father." " You are very clever. As you are so bright to-day perhaps you can explain a mystery to me. Why is it that these grown women are so fond of the society of these students ? They don't seem to care to get a word from Lieutenant-Colonel Carter. I don't think they are crazy after you. They are altogether absorbed in makmg the time pass pleasantly to these boys." " It is so in all little university towns. Can't you un- derstand it ? When a girl is fifteen a student is naturally a more attractive object to her than a mechanic or a shop- keeper's boy. She thinks that to be a student is the chief end of man ; that the world was created in order that there might be students. Frequently he is a southerner ; and you know how charming southerners are." From Secession to Loyalty. 53 " Oh, I know all about it." " Well, the girl of fifteen takes a fancy to a freshman. She flu-ts with, him all through the four years of his under- graduate course. Then he departs, promising to come back, but never keeping his promise. Perhaps by this time she is really attached to him ; and that, or habit, or her orio-inal taste for romance and strano-ers, oives her a cant for life ; she never flirts with anything but a student afterwards ; can't relish a man who has'nt a flavor of Greel? and Latin. Generally she sticks to the senior class. When she gets into the thirties she sometimes enters the theo- logical seminary m search of prey. But she never likes anything which hasn't a student smack. It reminds one of the story that when a shark has once tasted human flesh he will not eat any other unless driven to it by hun- ger." " What a brutal comparison !" " One consequence of this fascination," continued Col- burne, " is that Xew Boston is full of unmarried females. There is a story in college that a student threw a stone at a dog, and, missmg him, hit seven old maids. On the other hand there are some s^ood results. These old o-iris are bookish and mature, and their conversation is im- proving to the under-graduates. They sacrifice them- selves, as woman's wont is, for the good of others." " If you ever come to Xew Orleans I will show you a fascinating lady of thirty. She is my aunt — or cousin — I hardly know which to call her — Mrs. Larue. She has beautiful black hair and eyes. She is a true type of Louis- iana." " And you are not. What right had you to be a blonde ?" " Because I am my father's daughter. His eyes are blue. He came from the up-country of South Carolina. There are plenty of blondes there." This conversation, the reader j^erceives, is not monu- mentally grand or important. Xext in flatness to the ordinary talk of two lovers comes, I think, the ordinary 54 Miss Raven el's Coxyeusiox talk of two young persons of the opposite sexes. In the first place they are young, and therefore have few great ideas to interchange and hut limited ranges of experience to compare ; in the second place they are hampered and embarrassed by the mute but potent consciousness of sex and the alai-ming possibility of mamage. I am inclined to give much credit to the saying that only married people ancl vicious people are agreeably fluent in an assembly of ^DOth sexes. When therefore I report the conversation of these two uncorrupted young persons as bemg of a moder- ately dull quality, I flatter myself that I am publishing the very tmth of nature. But it follows that we had best finish with this pic-nic as soon as possible. We will sup- pose the chickens and sandwiches eaten, the champagne drunk, the segars smoked, the party gathered into the om- nibusses and rockaways, and the vehicle in which we are chiefly interested at the door of the Xew Boston House. As the Lieutenant-Colonel enters with Miss Ravenel a waiter hands him a telegraphic message. " Excuse me," he says, and reads as they ascend the stairs together. On the parlor floor he halts and takes her hand with an air of more seriousness than he has yet exhibited. " Miss Ravenel, I must bid you good-bye. I am so sorry ! I leave for Washington immediately. My application for extension of leave has been refused. I do sincerely hope that I shall meet you again." " Good bye," she simply said, not unaware that her hand had been pressed, and for that reason unable or un- willing to add more. He left her there, hurried to his room, packed his valise, and was oft" in twenty minutes ; for when it was necessary to move quick he could put on a rate of speed not easily equalled. jNliss Ravenel walked to her father's room in deep medi- tation. Without stating the fact in words she felt that the presence of this mature, masculine, worldly gentleman From Secession to Loyalty. 55 of the army was agreeable to her, and that his farewell had been an unpleasant surprise. If he was inebriate, dis- sipated, dangerous, it must be remembered that she did not know it. In simply smelling of wine and segars he had an odoi of Louisiana, to which she had been accus- tomed from childhood even in the grave society of her father's choice, and whicli was naturally grateful to the homesick sensibilities of the exiled girl. For the last hour or two Doctor Ravenel had paced his room in no little excitement. He was a notably indus- trious man, and had devoted the day to writmg an article on the mineralogy of Arkansas ; but even this labor, the utterance of a life-long' scientific enthusiasm, could not divert him from what I may call maternal anxieties. Why did I let her go on that silly expedition ? he repeated to himself It is the last time ; absolutely the last. At this moment she entered the room and kissed him with more than ordinary efl:usion. • She meant to forestall his expected rej^roof for her unexpectedly long absence ; moreover she felt a very little lonely and in need of unus- ual affection in consequence of that farewell. " My dear ! how late you are !" said the unappeased Doctor. " How could you stay out so ? How could you do it ? The idea of staymg out till dusk ; I am astonished. Really, girls have no prudence. They are no more fit to take care of themselves amid the dangers and stupidities of society than so many goslings among the wheels and hoofs of a crowded street." Do not suppose that Miss Ravenel bore these reproofs withL the serene countenance of Fra Angelico's seraphs, softly beaming out of a halo of eternal love. She was very much mortified, very much hurt and even a little an- gry. A hard word from her father was an exceeding great trial to her. The tears came into her eyes and the color into her cheeks and neck, while all her slender form trembled, not visibly, but consciously, as if her veins Avere filled with quicksilver. 50 jM I s s 11 A V K X el's C O X V E R S I O X " Late I AVhy, no papa !" ( Running to the window and pointing to the crimson west.) " Why, the sun is only just gone down. Look for yourself, papa." " Well ; that is too late. If for nothing else, just think of the dew, — the chill. I am not pleased. I tell you, Lillie, I am not pleased." " Xow, papa, you are right hard. I do say you are right cruel. How could I help myself? I couldn't come home alone. I couldn't order the j^ic-nic to break up and come home when I pleased. How could I ? Just tliink of it, i:)apa." The Doctor was walking up and down the room with his liands behind his back and his head bent forward. He had hardly looked at his daughter : he never looked at her when he scolded her. He gave her a side-glance now, and seeing her eyes full of tears, he was unable to answer her either good or evil. The earnestness of his affection for her made hini very sensitive and sore and cowardly, in case of a misunderstandmg. She was looking at him all the time that she talked, her face full of her troubled eagerness to exculpate herself; and now, though he said not a word, she knew him well enough to see that he had relented from his anger. Encouraged by this discovery she regained in a moment or two her self-possession. She guessed the real cause, or at least the strongest cause of his vexation, and proceeded to dissipate it. " Papa, I think there must be something important go- ing on in the army. Lieutenant-Colonel Carter has received a telegraph, and is going on by the next train." He halted in his walk and faced her with a childlike smile of pleasure. " Has he, indeed !" he said as gaily as if he had heard of some piece of personal good fortune. Then, more gravely and with a censorious countenance, " Quite time he went, I should say. It doesn't look well for an officer to be enjoying himself here m Barataria when his men may be fiorhtinoj in Yii'ginia." From Secessiox to Loyalty. 57 Miss Ravenel thouglit of suggesting that the Lieu- tenant-Colonel had been on sick leave, but concluded that it would not be well to attemjDt his defence at the present moment. " Well Lillie," resumed the Doctor, after takmg a cou- pleof leisurely turns up and down the room, " I don't know but I have been unjust in blammg you for coming home so late. I must confess that I don't see how you could help it. The fault was not yours. It resulted from the very nature of all such expeditions. It is one of the m- conveuiences of pic-nics that common sense is never in- vited or never has time to go. I wonder that Mrs. Whitewood should permit such iiTational procedures." The Doctor was somewhat apt to exaggerate, whether in j)raise or blame, when he became interested in a subject. " Well, well, I am chiefly in fault myself," he concluded. " It must be the last time. My dear, you had better take ofi* your things and get ready for tea." While Lillie was engaged on her toilette the Doctor co- gitated, and came to the conclusion that he must say some- thing against this Carter, but that he had better say it in- directly. So, as they sauntered down stairs to the tea- table he broke out upon the bibulous gentry of Louisiana. " To-day's Herald will amuse you," he said. " It con- tains the proceedings of a meeting of the planters of St. Dominic Parish. They are opposed to freedom. They object to the nineteenth century. They mean to smash the United States of America. And for all this they pledge their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor. It sur- passes all the jokes in Joe Miller. To think of those whiskey-soaked, negro-whipj)ing, man-slaughtering ruffi- ans, with a bottle of Louisiana rum in one hand and a cat- o'-nine-tails in the other, a revolver in one pocket and a boAvie-knife in the other, drunken, swearing, gambling, depraved as Satan, with their black wives and mulatto children — to think of such ruffians prating about their sacred honor ! Whv, they absolutely don't understand * • C2 58 Miss Rayexel's Conversion the meaniiig of the words. They have heard of respectable communities possessing such a quality as honor, and they feel bound to talk as if they possessed it. The pirates of the Isle of Pines might as well pledge their honesty and humanity. Their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor ! Their lives are not worth the powder that will blow them out of existence. Their fortunes will be Avorth less in a couple of years. And as for their sacred honor, it is a pure figment of ignorant imaginations made deliri- ous by bad whiskey. That drinkmg is a ruinous vice. When I see a man soaking himself with sherry at a friend's table, after having previously soaked with whis- key in some groggery, I thmk I see the devil behind his chair putting the mfernal mark on the back of his coat. And it is such a common vice in Louisiana. There is hardly a young man free from it. In the country districts, when a young fellow is paying attention to a young lady, the parents don't ask whether he is in the habit of gettmg drunk; they take that for granted, and only concern themselves to know whether he gets cross-drunk or amia- ble-drunk. If the former, they have some hesitation ; if the latter, they consent to the match thankfully." jNIiss Ravenel understood perfectly that her father was cutting at Lieutenant-Colonel Carter over the shoulders of the convivial gentlemen of Louisiana. She thought him unjust to both parties, but concluded that she would not aro-ue the question ; being conscious that the subject was rather too delicately near to her feelings to be discussed without danger of disclosures. " "Well, they are rushing to their doom," resumed the Doctor, turning aside to general reflections, either because such was the tendency of his mind, or because he thought that he had demolished the Lieutenant-Colonel. " They couldn't wait for whiskey to finish them, as it does other barbarous races. They must call on the political mount- ains to crush them. Their slaveholding Sodom will perish for the lack of five just men, or a single just idea. It must Fko^c Secession to Loyalty. 59 be razed and got out of the way, like any other obstacle to the progress of humanity. It must make room for somethuig more consonant with the railroad, electric-tel- egraph, priating-press, inductiYe philosophy, and practical Christianity." CHAPTER Y THE DRAMATIC PEESOXAGES GET XEWS FEOil BULL EUN. " Papa, are we gouig to stay in New Boston forever ?" asked Miss Ravenel. " My dear, I am afraid we shall both have to die some day, after which we can't expect to stay here, pleasant as it might be," replied the Doctor. " ISTonsense, papa ! You know what I mean. Are you o-omg to make Xew Boston a pemianent place of resi- dence ?" " How can I tell, my dear ? We can't go back to New Orleans at present ; and where else should we go ? You know that I must consult economy in my choice of a resi- dence. My bank deposits are not monstrous, and there is no tellmg how long I may be cut off from my resources. New Boston presents two advantages ; it gives me some employment and it is tolerably cheap. Through the friendliness of these excellent professors I am kept con- stantly busy, and am not paid so very badly, though I can't say that I am m any danger of growmg suddenly rich. Then I have the run of the university library, which is a great thmg. Finally, where else m the United States should we find a prettier'or pleasanter little city ?" " The people are dreadfully poky." " Mj daughter, I wish you would have the goodness to converse with me m EngHsh. I never became thoroughly 00 Miss Ravenel's Con version familiar with the Gohl Coast dialects, and not even with the court language of Ashantee." " It isn't Ashantee at all. Everj^body says poky ; and it is real poky in you to pretend not to understand it; don't you think so yourself now? Besides these Xew Bostonians are so ferociously federal ! I can't say a word for the South hut the women glare at me as though they wanted to hang me on a sour apple tree, like Jeff Davis." " My dear, if one of these loyal ladies should say a word for her own lawful government in New Orleans, she would be worse than glared at. I doubt Avhether the Avild-mannered cut-throats of your native city would let her oif with plain hanging. Let us thank Heaven that we are among civilized people who only glare at us, and do not stick us under the fifth rib, when we differ with them in opinion." " Oh papa ! how bitter you are on the southerners ! It seems to me you must forget that you were bom in South Carolina and have lived twenty-five years in Louisiana." " Oh ! oh ! the beautiful reason for defendmg organized barbarism ! Suppose I had had the misfortune of being born in the Isle of Pines ; would you have me therefore be the apologist of piracy ? I do hope that I am perfectly free from the prejudices and trammels of geographical morality. My body was born amidst slavery, but my conscience soon found the underground raihoad. I am not boasting ; at least I hope not. I have had no plantations, no patrimony of human flesh ; very few temptations, in short, to bow down to the divinity of Ashantee. I sin- cerely thank Heaven for these three thmgs, that I never owned a slave, that I was educated at the north, and that 1 have been able to visit the free civilization of Europe." " But why did you live in Louisiana if it was such a Sodom, papa ?" " All ! there you have me. Perhaps it was because I had an expensive daughter to support, and could pick up four or five thousand dollars a vear there easier than anv- Fp. OM Secession to Loyalty. 61 where else. But you see I am suffering for having given my countenance to sin. I have escaped out of the burning city, like Lot, with only my family. It is my daily won- der, Lillie, that you are not turned into a pillar of salt. The only reason probably is that the age of mh*acles is over." " Papa, when I am as old as you are, and you are as young as I am, I'll satirize you dreadfully.— Well, if we are gomg to live m Xew Boston, why can't we keep house ?" "It costs more for. two people to keep house than to board. Our furniture, rent, food, fiiel, lights and servants would come to more than the eighteen dollars a week which we pay here, now that we have given up our par- lor. In a civilized country elbow-room is expensive." " But is it exactly nice to stay forever in a hotel ? English travellers make such an outcry about American families living in hotels." " I know. At the bottom it is bad. But it is a sad necessity of American society. So long as we have un- trained servants — black barbarians at the South and mu- tinous foreigners at the Xorth — many American house- keepers will throw down their keys in despair and rush for refuge to the hotels. And numbers j^roduce respectability, at least in a democracy." " So we must give up the idea of a nice little house all to ourselves." " I am afraid so, unless I should haj^pen to find diamonds in the basaltic formation of the Eagle's Xest." The Doctor falls to his writing, and Miss Ravenel to her embroidery. Presently the young lady, without having anythmg m particular to say, is conscious of a de- sire for further conversation, and, after searching for a sub- ject, begins as follows. " Papa, have you been in the parlor this mornmg ?" " Yes, my dear," answers papa, scratching away des- perately with his old-fashioned quill pen. 62 Miss R a y e x e l ' s Conversion " Whom did you see there V" " See ? — Where ? — Oh, I saw Mr. Andrew Smith," says the Doctor, at first absent-minded, then looking a little quizzical. " What did he have to say ?" " Why, my dear, he spoke so low that I couldn't hear what he said." " He did !" responds Miss Ravenel, all interest. " What did that mean ? Why didn't you ask him to repeat it ?" " Because, my dear, he wasn't talking to me ; he was talking to Mrs. Smith." Here Miss Ravenel perceives that her habitual curiosity is beino: made fun of, and replies, " Papa, you ought to be ashamed of yourself." " My child, you must give me some chance to write," retorts the Doctor ; " or else you must learn to sit a little in your own room. Of course I prefer to have you here, l)ut I do demand that you accord me some infinitesimal de- gree of consideration." Father and daughter used to have many conversations not very dissimilar to the above. It was a constant prat- tle when they were together, unless the Doctor raised the standard of revolt and refused to talk in order that he mio-ht work. Ever since Lillie's earliest recollection they had been on these same terms of sociability, companion- ship, almost equality. The intimacy and democracy of the relation arose partly from the Doctor's extreme fondness for children and young people, and partly from the fact that he had lost his wife early, so that in his household life he had for years dej^ended for sympathy upon his daughter. Twice or thrice every morning the Doctor was obliged to remonstrate against Lillie's talkativeness, something after the manner of an afiectionate old cat who allows her pussy to jump on her back and bite her ears for a half hour together, but finally im2D0ses quiet by a velvety and harmless cufling. Occasionally he avenged himself for Feom Secession to Loyalty. G3 her untimely demands on his attention by reading to her what he considered a successful passage of the article Tvliich he might then be composing. In this, however, he had not the least intention of j^nnishment, but supposed that he was conferring a pleasure. It was an essential element of this genial, social, sympathetic nature to be- lieve that whatever interested him would necessarily in- terest those whom he loved and even those with whom he simply came in contact. When Lillie offered corrections on his style, which happened frequently, he rarely hesi- tated to accejit them.. Yanity he had none, or at any rate displayed none, except on two subjects, his daughter and his scientific fame. As a proof of this last he gloried in an extensive correspondence with European savants, and made Lillie read every one of those queer shaped letters, written on semi-transparent paper and with foreign stamps and postmarks on their envelopes, which reached him from across the Atlantic. Although medicine was his profession and had provided him with bread, he had lat- terly fallen in love with mineralogy, and in his vacation wanderings though that mountainous belt which runs from the Carolinas westward to Arkansas and Missouri he had discovered some new species which were eagerly sought for by the directors of celebrated European collections. Great was his delight at receiving in Xew Boston a weighty box of specimens which he had shipped as freight from Xew Orleans just previous to his own departure, but which for two months he had mourned over as lost. It dowered him with an embarrassment of riches. During a week his bed, sofa, table, wash-stand, chau's and floor were littered vrith the scraps of paper and tufts of cotton and of Spanish moss which had served as wrappers, and with hundreds of crystals, ores and other minerals. Over this confusion the Doctor domineered with a face wrinkled by happy anxiety, laying do^vn one queer-colored pebble to pick up another, pronouncing this a Smithite and that a Brownite trying his blowpipe on them alid then his 64 Miss Ravexel's Coxveesiox. hammer, and covering all the furniture ^vith a layer of learned smudge and dust and gravel. " Papa, you have puckered your forehead up till it is like a baked apple," Lillie would remonstrate. "You look more than five thousand years old ; you look as though you might be the grandfather of all the mummies. Now do leave off bothering those poor Smithites and Hivites and Amelekites, and come and take a walk." " 3Iy dear, you havn't the least idea how necessary it is to push one's discoveries to a certainty as quickly as possi- ble " would answer the Doctor, meanwhile peering at a specimen through his magnifymg glass. "The world won't wait for me to take your time. If I don't work fast enouo'h in my researches, it will set somebody else at the job. It makes no allowance for Louisiana ideas of leisure and," — ^here he suddenly breaks off his moralizing and exclaims, " My dear, this is not a* Brownite ; it is a Robinsonite — a most unquestionable and superb Robin- sonite." " Oh papa ! I wish I was an unquestionable Robin- sonite ; then you would take some sort of interest in me," says Jkliss Lillie. But the Doctor is lost in the ocean of his new discovery, and for fifteen minutes has not a word to say on any sub- ject comprehensible to the young lady. Two hours of every afternoon were devoted by father and daughter to a long walk in company, sometimes a mere shcTpprng or calling tour, but generally an excursion into the pure country of fields and forest as yet so easily reached from the centre of Xew Boston. The Doctor pre- served a reminiscence of his college botany, and attemj^ted to impart some of his knowledge of plants to Lillie. But she was a hopeless scholar ; she persisted in carmg for little except human beings and such literature as related directly to them, meaning thereby history, biography, novels and poetry; she remained delightfully innocent of all the ologies. From Secession to Loyalty. 65 " You ouglit to have been born four thousand years ago, Lillie," he exclaimed in despair over some new in- stance of her incapacity to move in his favorite grooves. " So far as you are concerned, Linnaeus, Humboldt, Lyell, Faraday, Agassiz and Dana might as well not have lived. I believe you will go through life without more knowl- edge of science than just enough to distinguish between a 2)lant and a pebble." " I do hope so, papa," replied the incorrigible and de- lightful ignoramus. When they met one of their acquaintance on these walks the Doctor would not allow him to pass with, a nod and a smile, after the unobtrusive Xew Boston fashion. He would stop him, shake hands cordially, inquire earn- estly after his health and family, and before partmg con- trive to say something personally civil, if not compli- mentary ; all of which would evidently jflatter the iS^ew Bostoniau, but would also as evidently discompose him and turn his head, as being a man unaccustomed to much social incense. " Papa, you trouble these people," Lillie would some- times expostulate. " They don't know where to put all your civilities and courtesies. They don't seem to have pockets for them." " My child, I am nothing more than ordinarily polite." " Kothmg more than ordinary in Louisiana, but some- thing very extraordinary here. I have just thought why all the gentlemen one meets at the South are so civil. It is because the uncivil ones are shot as fast as they are dis- covered." "There is something in that," admitted the Doctor. " I suppose duelling has something to do with the super- ficial good manners current down there. But just consid- er what an impolite thing shooting is m itself To knock and jam and violently push a man into the other world is one of the most boorish and barbarous discourtesies that I can imagine. How should I like to be treated that way ! 66 Miss Ravexel's Conversion I think I never should be reconciled to the fact or its au- thor." ' " But these New Bostonians are so poky — so awfully serious." "I have some consideration for anti-jokers. They are not amusing, but they are generally useful. It is well for the race, no doubt, to have many persons always in solemn earnest. I don't know what the world would come to if every body could see a joke. Possibly it might laugh itself to death." Frequently on these walks they were met and joined by Mr. Colburue. That young gentleman, frank as his clear hazel eyes and hearty laugh made him appear, was awk- wardly sly in bringing about these ostensibly accidental meetmgs. Xot that his clumsy male cunning deceived Miss Ravenel : she was not by any means fond enough of him to fail to see through him ; she knew that he walked in her j^aths with malice aforethought. Her father did not know it, nor suspect it, nor ever, by any innate con- sciousness or outward hint, feel his attention drawn toward the circumstance. And, what was most absurd of all, Mr. Colburne ^^ersisted m fearing that the Doctor, that travelled and learned man of the world, guessed the secret of his slyness, but never once attributed that degree of sharp-sightedness to the daughter. I sometimes get quite out of patience with the wglj sex, it is so densely stupid with regard to these little social riddles. For example, it haj^pened once at a party that while Colburne, who never danced, was talking to Miss Ravenel, another gentleman claimed her hand for a quadrille. She took her place in the set, but first handed her fan to Colburne. Xow every lady who obser^^ed this action understood that Miss Rav- enel had said to Colburne as j^lainly as it was possible to express the thing without speakmg or usmg force, that she wished him to return to her side as soon as the quadrille was over, and that in fact she preferred his con- versation to that of her dancing admirer. But this mas- Fkom Secession to Lot alt y. 67 culine blunderer comprehended nothing ; he grumbled to himself that he was to be put oiF with the honor of holding a fan while the other fellow ran away with the owner ; and so, shoving the toy into his ^^ocket, he absented him- self for half an horn*, to the justifiable disapprobation of Miss Ravenel, who did not again give him any thing to hold for many evenings. But this was an exceptional piece of stupidity in Col- burne, and probably he would not have been guilty of it but for a spasm of jealousy. He was not grossly deficient in social tact, any more than m natural cleverness or in acquired information. Conversation, and very sensible conversation too, flowed like a river when he came into confluence with the Kavenels. The prevailing subject, as a matter of course, was the rebellion. It was every body's subject ; it was the nightmare by night and the delmum by day of the American people ; it was the one thing that no one ignored and no one for an hour forgot. The twenty loyal millions of the Xorth shuddered with rage at the insolent wickedness of those conspirators who, merely that they might perpetuate human bondage and their own po- litical supremacy, proposed to destroy the grandest social fabric that Liberty ever built, the city of refuge for op- j^ressed races, the hope of the nations. For men who through such a glorious temple as this could rush with destroying torches and the cry of " Rule or rum," the North felt a horror more passionate than ever, on any oc- casion, for any cause, thrilled the bosom of any other peo- ple. This indignation was earnest and wide-spread in pro- portion to the civilization of the century and the intelli- gence of the population. Tlie hundreds of telegraph luies and thousands of printing presses in the United States, sent the knowledge of every new treason, and the rever- beration of every throb of patriotic anger, in a day to all Americans outside of nurseries and lunatic asylums. The excitement of Germany at the opening of the Thirty Years' War, of England previous to the Cromwellian G8 Miss Rayexel's Conversion struggle, was torj^id and j^artial in comparison Avith this outburst of a modern, reading and swiftly-informed free democracy. As yet there was little bloodshed ; the old respect for law and confidence in the processes of reason could not at once die, and men still endeavored to con- vince each other by argument while holding the pistol to each other's heads ; but from the St. Lawrence to the Gulf there was a spiiitual preparedness for slaughter which was to end in such murderous contests as should make ensanguined Europe rise from its thousand battle- iields to stare m wonder. TTomen and children were as wild with the patriotic excitement as men. Some of the prettiest and gentlest- born ladies of Xew Boston waited m a mixed crowd half the night at the railroad station to see the first regiments pass towards Washington, and flung their handkerchiefs, rings, pencil-cases, and other trmkets to the astonished country lads, to show them how the heart of woman blessed the nation's defenders. In no society could you be ten minutes without hearing the words war, treason, re- bellion. And so, the subject being every body's sulyect, the Ravenels and Colburne frequently talked of it. It was quite a sad and sore circumstance to the two gentlemen that the lady was a rebel. To a man who prides himself on his superior capacity and commanding nature, (that is to say, to almost every man in existence) there can be few greater grievances than a woman whom he cannot convert ; and more particularly and painfully is this true Avhen she bears some near relationship to him, as for in- stance that of a wife, sister, daughter and sweetheart. Thus Ravenel the father and Colbunie the admirer, fret- ted daily over the obstinate treasonableness of Miss Lillie. Patriotism she called it, declaring that Louisiana was her country, and that to it she owed her allegiance. It is worthy of passing remark how loyal the young are to the prevailing ideas of the community in which they are nurtured. You will find adult republicans in From Secession to Loyalty 69 England, but no infant ones ; adults monarchists in our own country, but not in our schools and nurseries. I have known an American of fifty whose beliefs, prejudices and tastes were all European, but who could not save his five children from being all Yankee. Accordingly this young- lady of nmeteen, born and nurtured among Louisianians, held firm for Louisiana in spite of the arguments of the adored papa and the rather agreeable admirer. The Doctor liked Colburne, and respected his intellect. He rarely tired of talking with him on any subject, and concerning the war they could go on interminally. The only point on wliich they disagreed was the probable length of the contest ; the southerner prophecyuig that it would last five or six years, and the northerner that the rebels would succumb in as many months. Miss Ravenel sometimes said that the Xorth would give up in a year, and sometimes that the war would last forty years, both of which opinions she had heard sustained in Xew Or- leans. But, whatever she said, she always believed in the superior pluck and warlike skill of the peojole of her own section. " Miss Ravenel," said Colburne, "I believe you thm]: that all southerners are giants, so tall that they can't see ;i Yankee without lymg down, and so pugnacious that they never go to church without praying for a chance to fight somebody." She resented this satii'e by observing, " Mr. Colburne, if I believe it you ought not to dispute it." I am inclined to thmk that the young man in these days rather damaged his chances of winning the young lady's kind regards (to use a hackneyed and therefore decorous phrase) by his stubborn and passionate loyalty to the old starry banner. It was im^Dossible that the two should argue so much on a subject wliich so deeply interested both without occasionally coming to spiritual blows. But why should Mr. Colburne wm the kind regards of Miss Ravenel ? If she were his wife, how could he support her ? 70 Miss Ravexel's Conversion He had little, and she had notlimg. While they were talking over the war it went on. One balmy summer day our little debating club of three sat in one of the small iron balconies of the hotel, discussing the great battle which had been fought, and rumor said won, on the heights around Manassas Junction. For a week the city had been Avild about the ' on to Richmond' movement ; and to-day the excitement culminated in a general joy which was impatient for official announcements, flags, bells and cannon. It was true that there was one susincious cu'cumstance ; that for twenty-four hours no telegrams concernmo; the fis-ht had come over the wires from Wash- ington ; but, excepting a few habitual croakers and secret copperheads, who were immediately frowmed into silence, no one jn-edicted evil tidmgs. At the last accounts " the grand army of the Potomac " was dri\'ing before it the traitorous battalions of the South ; McDowell had gauicd a great victory, and there was an end of rebellion. " I don't believe it — I don't believe it," Miss Ravenel repeatedly asseverated, until her father scolded her for her absurd and disloyal incredulity. " The telegraph is in order again," observed Colbunie " I heard one of those men who just passed say so." Here comes somebody that we know. "VMiitewood I — I say, Whitewood ! Any thing on the bulletin-board ?" The pale young student looked up with a face of des- 2)air and eyes full of tears. " It's all u]}, Colburne," said he. " Our men are running, throwing away their guns and every thmg." His trembling voice hardly sufficed for even this short story of shame and disaster. Miss Ravenel, the desperate rebel, jumped to her feet with a nervous shriek of joy and then, catching her father's reproving eye, rushed up stairs and danced it out in her own room. " It's impossible !" remonstrated Colburne in such excite- ment that his voice w^as almost a scream. "Why, by the last accounts — " Fbom Secession to Loyalty. 71 " Oh ! that's all gone up," groaned Whitewood, who was in such a state of grief thatjie could hardly talk m- telligibly. " We've got more. We've got the end of the battle. Johnson came up on our right, and we are whipped all to pieces." " Johnson ! Why, where was Patterson ?" " Patterson is an old traitor," shouted Whitewood, pushing wildly on his way as if too sick at heart to talk more. " It is very sad," observed the Doctor gravely. The thought occurred to him that for his own interests he had better have stayed m 'New Orleans ; but he lost sight of it immediately in his sorrow for the seeming calamity which had befallen country and liberty and the human race. " Oh ! it's horrible — horrible. I don't believe it. I can't believe it," groaned Colburne. " It's too much to bear. I must o-o home. It makes me too sick to talk." CHAPTER yj. MR. COLBUENE SEES HIS WAY CLEAR TO BE A SOLDIER. Stragglers arrived, and then the regiments. People were not angry with the beaten soldiers, but treated them mth tenderness, gave them plentifal cold collations, and lavished indignation on their ragged shoddy uniforms. Then the little State, at first pulseless with despair, took a long breath of relief when it found that Beam-egard had not occupied Washington, and set bravely about pre- paring for far bloodier battles than that of Bull Run. Lieutenant-Colonel Carter did not return with his regi- ment ; and Colburne read with a mixture of emotions that he had been wounded and taken prisoner while gallantly leading a charge. He marked the passage, and left the paper with his compliments for the Ravenels, after debat- ing at the door of the hotel whether he should call on them, 72 Miss R a v e n e l ' s C o n t e n s i o x and deciding in the negative. Xot being able as yet to apjH'eciate that blessing m disguise, Bull Run, his loyal heart was very sad and sore over it, and he felt a thrill of something like horror whenever he thought of the joyful shriek with which Lillie had welcomed the shocking tid- ings. He was angry with her, or at least he tried to be. He called up his patriotism, that strongest of Xew Eng- land isms, and resolved that witli a secessionist, a woman who wished ill to her country, he would not fall in love. But to be sure of this he must keep away from her ; for thus much of love, or of perilous inclination at least, he already had to acknowledge ; and moreover, while he was somewhat ashamed of the feeling, he still could not hearti- ly desire to eradicate it. Troubled thus concerning the aftairs of the country and of his own heart, he kept aloof from the Ravenels for three or four days. Then he said to himself that he had no cause for avoiding the Doctor, and that to do so was disgraceful treatment of a man who had proved his loyalty by taking up the cross of exile. This story will probably have no readers so destitute of sympathy with, the young and loving, as that they can not guess the result of Colburne's internal struggles. Aft- er two or three chance conversations with Ravenel he jumi3ed, or to speak more accurately, he gently slid to the conclusion that it was absurd and unmanly to make a distinction in favor of the father and against the daughter. Quarrel with a woman ; how ridiculous ! how unchival- rous ! He colored to the tips of his repentant ears as he thought of it and of what Miss Ravenel must think of it. He hastened to call on her before the breach which he had made between her and himself should become untraversa- ble ; for although the embargo on their intercourse had lasted only about a week, it already seemed to hun a lapse of tune measureable by months ; and this very naturally, inasmuch as during that short interval he had lived a life of anguish as a man and a patriot. Accord- ingly the old intimacy was resumed, and the two young ■/r E^BOM Secession to Loyalty. 73 people seldom passed forty-eight hours apart. But of the rebellion they said little, and of Bull Run nothing. These were such sore subjects to him that he did not wish to speak of them except to the ear of sympathy ; and she, divining his sensitiveness, would not give him pain not- withstanding that he was an abolitionist and a Yankee. If the Doctor, ignorant of what passed in these young- hearts, turned the conversation on the war, Lillie became silent, and Colbume, appreciating her forbearance, tried to say very little. Thus without a compact, without an expla- nation, they accorded in a stram of mutual charity which predicted the ultimate conversion of one or the other. Moreover, Colburne asked himself, what right had he to talk if he did not fight ? If he wanted to answer this woman's outcry of delight over the rout of Bull Run, the place to do it was not a safe parlor, but a field of victor- ious battle. AYhy did he not act in accordance with these truly chivah-ous sentiments ? "Why not fall into one of tlie new regiments which his gallant little State was organiz- ing to continue the struggle? Why not march on with, the soul of old John Brown, joining in the sublime though quaint chorus of, " We're coming. Father Abraham, thi-ee hundred thousand more ?" He did talk very earnestly of it with various persons, and, among others, with Doctor Ravenel. The latter ap- proved the young man's warlike inclinations promptly and earnestly. " It is the noblest duty that you may ever have a chance to perform during your life," said he. " To do something personally towards upholdmg this Union and striking down slavery is an honor beyond any thmg that ever was accorded to Greek or Roman. I wish that I were young enough for the work, or fitted for it by nature or educa- tion. I would be willing to have my tombstone set up next year, if it could only bear the inscription, " He died in gbmig freedom to slaves." " Oh I do stop," implored Lillie, who entered m time to D 74 Miss Ravenel's Conversion hear the conchidmg sentence. " What do you talk about your tombstone for ? You will get perfectly addled about abolition, like all the rest. Now, papa, you ought to be more consistent. You didn't use to be so violent against slavery. You have changed since five years ago." " I know it," says the Doctor. " But that doesn't prove that I am wrong now. I wasn't infallible five years ago. Why, my dear, the progress of our race from barbarism to civilization is through the medium of constant change. If the race is benefited by it, why not the mdividual ? I am a sworn foe to consistency and conservation. To stick obstinately to our old opmions, because they are old, is as Ibolish as it would be in a soldier-crab to hold on to liis shell after he had outgrown it instead of picking up a new one fitted to his increased size. Suppose the snakes per- sisted in gomg about in their last year's skins ? Xo, no ; there are no such fools m the lower animal kingdom ; that stupidity is confined to man." " The world does move," observed Colbume. " We consider ourselves pretty strict and old-fashioned here in New Boston. But if our Puritan ancestors could get hold of us, they would be likely to have us A\-hipped as heretics and Sabbath-breakers. Very likely we would be equally severe upon our own great-great-grandchildren, if we should get a chance at them." " Weak spirits are frightened by this change, this growfh, this forward impetus," said the Doctor. " I must tell you a story. I was travelling in Georgia three years ago. On the seat next in front of me sat a cracker, who was e\i- dently making his first railroad experience, and in other respects learning to go on his hind legs. Presently the train crossed a bridge. It vras narrow, uncovered and vrithout sides, so that a passenger would not be likely to see it unless he sat near the window. Now the cracker sat next the alley of the car, and away from the Tsmidow. I observed him give a glare at the river and turn away his head suddenly, after which he rolled about in a queer Miss Ravexel's Coxveesion 15 way, and finally went on the floor in a heap. We picked him up ; spirits were easily produced, (they always are down there) ; and presently the cracker was brought to his senses. His first worcls were, 'Has she lit' — He was under the impression that the tram had taken the river at a running jnmj). Xow that is very much like the judgment of timid and ill-infi^rmed people on the -pro- gress of the nation or race at such a time as this. They don't know about the bridge; they think we are flymg through the air ; and so they go ofi" in general fainting-fits." Colbunie laughed, as ' many another man has done be- fore him, at this good old story. " On our train, " said he, " on the train of human pro- gress, we are parts of the engine and not mere passengers. I ought to be revolving somewhere. I ought to be at work. I want to do something — I am most anxious to do something — ^but I don't know precisely what. I suppose that the inability exists in me, and not in my circum- stances. I am like the gentleman who tired himself out with jumping, but never could jump high enough to see over his own standing-collar." " I know how you feel. I have been in that state my- self, often and in various ways. For instance it has oc- cui'red to me, especially in my younger days, to feel a strong desire to write, vdthout having anything to say. There was a burning in my brain ; there was a sentiment or sensation which led me to seek pens, ink and paper ; there was an imj)atient, uncertain, aimless efibrt to com- mence ; there was a pause, a revery, and all was over. It was a storm of sheet-lightning. There were glorious gleams, and far ofi* openings of the heavens ; but no sound, droppings, no sensible revelation from the uj^j^er world. — However, your longings are for action, and I am con- vuiced that you will find your opportunity. There will be work enough m this matter for all." " I don't know," said Colburne. " The sixth and sev- ^6 Miss Ravexel's Conveksion enth regiments are full. I hear that there isn't a lieiiten- antcy left." " You will have to raise your own company." " Ah ! But for what regiment ? We shan't raise another, I am afraid. Yes, I am actually afraid that the war will "be over in six months." Miss Ravenel looked up hastily as if she should like to say " Forty years," but checked herself by a surprising effort of magnanimity and good nature. " That's queer patriotism," laughed the Doctor. But let me assure you, Mr. Colburne, that your fears are ground- less. There will be more regiments needed." Miss Ravenel gave a slight approving nod, but still said nothing, remembering Bull Run and how provokingly she had shouted over it. " This southern oligarchy," continued the Doctor, " will be a tough nut to crack. It has the consolidated vigor of a tyi-anny." " I wonder where Lieutenant-Colonel Carter is ?" queried Colburne. " It is six weeks since he was taken prisoner. It seems like six years." Miss Ravenel raised her head with an air of interest, glanced hastily at her father, and gave herself anew to iier embroidery. The Doctor made a grimace which was as much as to say that he thought small beer or sour beer of Lieutenant-Colonel Carter. ^ " He is a very fine officer," said Colburne. " He was highly spoken of for his conduct at Bull Run." "" I would rather have you for a Colonel," replied the Doctor. Colburne laughed contemptuously at the idea of his fitness for a colonelcy. " I would rather have any respectable man of tolerable intellect," insisted the Doctor. " I tell you that I know that type perfectly. I know what he is as well as if I had been acquainted with him for twenty years. He is what we southerners, in our barbarous local vanity, are accus- From Secession to Loyalty. 77 tomed to call a sontliern gentleman. He is on the model of the sugar-planters of St. Dominic Parish. He needs somebody to care for him. Let me tell you a story. TThen I was on a mineralogical expedition in Xorth Carolina some years ago, I happened to be out late at night looking for lodgings. I was apj^roaching one of those cross-road groggeries which they call a tavern down there, when I met a most curious couple. It was a man and a goose. The man was drunk, and the goose was sober. The man was staggering, and the goose was waddling perfectly straight. Every few steps it halted, looked, back and quacked, as if to say. Come along. The moon was shining, and I could see the whole thing plainly. I was obliged to put up for the night in the groggery, and there I got an explanation of the comedy. It seems that this goose was a pet, and had taken an unaccountable affection to its owner, who was a wretched drunkard of a cracker. The man came nearly every night to the groggery, got drunk as regularly as he came, and generally went to sleep on one of the benches. About midnight the goose would ap- pear and cackle for him. The bar-keeper would shake up the drunkard and say, ' Here ! your goose has come for you.' As soon as the brute could get his legs he would start homeward, guided by his more mtelligent compan- ion. If the man fell down and couldn't get up, the goose would remain by him and squawk vociferously for assist- ance. — Xow, su', there was hardly a sugar-planter, hardly"* a southern gentleman, in St. Dominic Parish, who didn't need some such guardian. Often and often, as I have seen them swilling wine and brandy at each other's tables I have charitably wished that I could say to this one and that one. Sir, your goose has come for you." "But you never have seen the Lieutenant-Colonel so badly off," answered Colburne, after a short meditation. " Why no — not precisely," admitted the Doctor. " But I know his type," he presently added with an obstmacy which Miss Ravenel secretly thought very unjust. She 78 Miss Kavenel's Conversion thought it best to direct her spirit of censure in another direction. " Papa," said she, " what a count ryfied habit you have of telling stories !" " Don't criticise, my dear," answers papa. " I am a high toned southern gentleman, and always knock people on the head who criticise me." The question still returns upon us, why Mr. Colbume did not jom the army. It is time, therefore, to state the hitlierto unimportant fact that he was the only son of a widow, and that his life was a necessity to her, not only as a consolation to her loneliness, but as a support to her declming fortunes. Doctor Colbume had left his wife and child an estate of about twenty-five thousand dollars, which, at the time of his death was a respectable fortune m New Boston. But the mflux of gold from California, and the consequent rise of 2:)rices, seriously dimmif^hed tlie value of the family income just about the time that Ed- ward, by growmg mto manhood and entering college, ne- cessitated an increase of expenses. Therefore Mrs. Col- bume was led to put one half of the joint fortime into cer- tain newly-organized manufacturmg companies, which promised to increase her annual six per cent to twenty-four — nor was she therem'exceedmgly to blame, being led away by the example and advice of some of the sharpest New Boston capitalists, many of whom had their experienced pinions badly lamed in these joint-stock adventurings. " What you want, Mr. Colburne," said a director, " is an investment which is both safe and permanent. Now this is just the thing." I can not say much for the safety of the investment, but it certamly was a permanent one. Durmg the first year the promised twenty-four per cent was paid, and the widow could have sold out for one hundred and twenty. Then came a free-trade. Democratic improvement on the tarifi"; the manufacturing interest of the country was paralyzed, and the Braggville stock fell to ninety. 3Irs. Colburne Fkom Secession to Loyalty. 79 might still have sold out at a profit, counting in her first year's dividend ; but as it was not in her inexperience to see that this was wisdom, she held on fi^r a — decline. By the opening of the war her certificates of manufacturing stock were waste paper, and her annual mcome was re- duced to eight himdred dollars. Indeed, for a year or two previous to the commencement of this story, she had been forced to make inroads upon her capital. Of this crisis in the family affairs Edward was fully aware, and like a true-born, industrious Yankee, did his best to meet it. From every lowermost branch and twig of his profession he plucked some fruit by dint of constant watchfulness, so that during the past year he had been very nearly able to cover his own conscientiously econom- ical expenditures. He was gaining a foothold m the law, although he as yet had no cases to plead. If he held on a year or two longer at this rate he might confidently ex- pect to restore the family income and stave off the threat- ened sale of the homestead. But this was not all which prevented him from going forth to battle. The cry of his mother's heart was, " jVIy son, how can I let thee go ?" She was an abolition- ist, as was almost every body of her set in New Boston ; she was an enthusiastic patriot, as was almost every one in the north during that sublime summer of popular enthusiasm ; but this war — oh, this strange, ferocious war ! was horrible. Her sensitively affectionate nature, blinded by veils of womanly tenderness, folded in habits of life- long jDcace, could not see the hard, inevitable necessity of the contest. Earnestly as she sympathised with its loyal and humane objects, she was not logical enough or not finn enough to sympathise with the iron thing itself. Lapped in sweet influences of peace all her loving life, why mast she be called to death amid the clamor of murderous contests ? For her health was failing ; a painful and fatal disease had fastened its clutches on her ; another year's course she did not hope to run. And if the hateful strug- 80 Miss Ravenel's Conversion gle must go on, if it mii^t torment licr last few days with its agitations and horrors, so much the more did she need her only child. Other women's sons — yes, if there was no help for it — but not hers — might put on the panoply of strife, and disappear from anxiously following eyes into the smoke and flame of battle. Edward told her every day ■■ the warlike news of the journals, the grand and stern -pnt- ting on of the harness, the gigantic plans for crushing the nation's foes. She could take no interest in sueh tidings but that of aversion. He read to her in a voice which thrilled like swellings of martial music, Tennyson's Charge, of the Six Hundred. She listened to the clarion-toned words with distaste and almost with horror. "Well, the summer wore aAvay, that summer of sombre preparation and preluding skirmishes, whose scattering musketry and thin cannonade faintly prophecied the or- chestral thunders of Gettysburg!! and the Wilderness, and whose few dead preceded like skirmishers the massive columns which for years should firmly follow them into the dark valley. Its forereaching shadows fell upon many homes far away from the battlefield, and chilled to death many sensitive natures. Old persons and mvalids sank into the grave that season imder the oppression of its straining suspense and j^reliminary horror ; and among these victims, whom no man has counted and whom few have thought of collectively, was the mother of Colbume. One September afternoon she sent for Edward. The Doctor had gone ; his labors were over. The clergyman had gone ; neither was he longer needed. There was no one in the room but the nurse, the dying mother and the only child. The change had been expected for days, and Edward had thought that he was prepared for it ; had in- deed marvelled and been shocked at himself because he could look forward to it with such seemmg composure ; for, reason with his heart and his conscience as he might, he could not feel a fitting dread and anguish. In the common phrase of humanity, when numbed by unusual FROii Secession to Loyalty. 81 sorrow, he could not realize it. But now, as, leaning over the footboard and looking steadfastly upon his mother's face, he saw that the final hour had come, a sickness of heart fell upon him, and a trembling as if his soul were bemg torn asunder. Yet neither wept ; the Puritans and the children of the Puritans do not. weep easily ; they are taught, not to utter, but to hide their emotions. The nurse perceived no signs of unusual feeling, except that the face of the strong man became suddenly as pale as that of the dying woman, and that to him this was an hour of anguish, while to her it was one of unspeakable joy. The mother knew her son too well not to see, even with those failmg eyes, into the depths of his sorrow. " Don't be grieved for me, Edward," she said. " I am sustamed by the faith of the promises. I am about to re- turn from the place whence I came. I am re-entermg with peace and with confidence into a blessed eternity." He came to the side of the bed, sat down on it and took her hand without speaking. " You will follow me some day," she went on. " You will follow me to the place where I shall be, at the right hand of the Lord. I have prayed for it often ; — I was praying for it a moment ago ; and, my child, my prayer will be granted. Oh, I have been so fearful for you; But I am fearful no longer." He made no answer except to press her hand while she paused to draw a few short and wearisome breaths. " I can bear to part with you now," she resumed. " I could not bear it till the Lord granted me this full assur- a^ice that we shall meet again. I leave you m his hands. I make no conditions with him. I have been sweetly brought to give you altogether up to one who loves you better than I know how to love you. He gave me my love, and he has kept more than he gave. Perhaps I have been selfish, Edward, to hold on to you as I have. You have felt it your duty to go into the army, and per- haps I have been selfish to prevent you. Now you are D2 82 Miss Rayenel's Conversion free ; to-morrow I shall not be here. If you still see that to be your duty, go ; and the Lord go with you, darling, and give you strength and courage. I do not ask him to spare you, but only to guide you here below, and restore you to me above. And he will do it, Edward, for his OAVTi sake. I am full of confidence ; the promises are sure. For you and for myself, I rejoice with a joy unspeakable and full of glory." While thus sj^eakmg, or rather whispering, she had put one arm around his neck. As he kissed her wasted cheek and let fall his first tears on it, she drew her hand across his face with a caressing tenderness, and smiling, fell back softly on her i)illow, closing her eyes as calmly as if to sleep. A few broken words, a murmuring of unutterable, unearthly, ir.finite happiness, echoes as it were of greetings far away with welcoming angels, were her last utterances. To the young man, who still held her hand and now and then kissed her cheek, she seemed to slumber, although her breathing gradually sank so low that he could not per- ceive it. But after a long time the nurse came to the bed- side, bent over it, looked, listened, and said, " She is gone !" He was free ; she was not there. He went to his room with a horrible feeling that for him there was no more love ; that there was nothing to do and nothhig to expect ; that his life was a blank. He could fix his mind on nothing past or future ; not even up- on the unparalleled sorrow of the present. Taking uj) the Bible which she had given }^im, he read a page before he noticed that he had not understood and did not remember a smgle passage. In that vacancy, that almost idiocy, which beclouds afflicted souls, he could not recall a dis- tiuct impression of the scene through which he had just passed, and seemed to have forgotten forever his mother's dying words, her confidence that they should meet again, her heavenly joy. With the same perverseness, and m spite of repeated efibrts to close his ears to the sound, Feo^j: Secession to Loyalty. 83 some inner, wayward self repeated to him over and over again these verses of the unhappy Poe — " Thank Heaven ! the crisis, The danger is past, And the lingering ilhiess Is over at last, And the fever called Living Is conquered at last." The sad words sounded wofully true to him. For the time, for some days, it seemed to him as if life were but a w^earisome illness, for which the grave was but a cure. His mind, fevered by night watcMng, anxiety, and an unac- customed grapplmg with sorrow, was not in a healthy state. He thought that he was willing to die ; he only de- sired to fall usefully, honorably, and in consonance with the spuit of his generation ; he would set his face hence- forward towards the awful beacons of the battle-field. His resolution was taken with the seriousness of one, who, though cheerful and even jovial by nature, had been per- meated to some extent by the solemn passion of Puritan- ism. He painted to himself in strong colors the risk of death and the nature of it ; then deliberately chose the part of facing this tremendous mystery in support of the right. * All this while, be it remembered, his mind was somewhat exalted by the fever of bodily weakness and of spiritual sorrow. 84 Miss Ravexel's Cox version CHAPTER Vn. CAPTAIN COLBUEXE RAISES A C03IPAXT, AXD COLOXEL CARTER A REGIMEXT. The settlement of his mother's estate and of his own pecuniary aifau'S occupied Colburne's time until the early- part of October. By then he had invested his property as well as might be, rented the much-loved old homestead, taken a room in the Xew Boston House, and was fully prepared to bid good-bye to native soil, and, if need be, to life. Miss Ravenel was a strong though silent tempta- tion to remain and to exist, but he resisted her with the heroism which he subsequently exhibited in combating male rebels. One morning, as he left the hotel rather later than usual to go to his office, his eyes fell upon a high-colored face and gigantic brown mustache, which he could not have foiled to recognize, no matter where nor when encount- ered. There was the wounded captive of Bull Run, as big chested and rich complexioned, as audacious in eye and haughty in aii", as if no hurt nor hardship nor calamity had ever befalle^ him. He checked Colburne's eager advance with a cold stare, and passed him without speaking. But the young fellow hardly had time to color at this rebuff, when, just as he was opening the outer door, a baritone voice arrested him with a ringing, " Look here !" " Beg i^ardon," continued the Lieutenant-Colonel, com- mg up hastily. " Didn't recognize you. It's quite a time smce our pic-nic, you know." Here he showed a broad grin, and presently burst out laughhig, as much amused at the past as if it did not con- tain Bull Run. " What a jolly old pic-nic that was !" he went on. " I Feom Secession to Loyalty. 85 have shouted a himdred times to think of myself passing the wine and segars to those prim old virgins. Just as though I had bowsed into the House Beautiful, among Bunyan's damsels, and offered to treat the crowd !" Again the Lieutenant-Colonel laughed noisily, his inso- lent black eyes twinkling with merriment. Colburne looked at him and listened to him with amazement. Here was a man who had lately been in what was to him the terrible mystery of battle ; who had fallen down wounded and been carried away captive while fighting heroically for the noblest of causes ; who had witnessed the greatest and most humiliating overthrow which ever befel the ar- mies of the republic ; who yet did not allude to any of these things, nor apparently think of them, but could chat and laugh about a pic-nic. Was is treasonable indifference, or levity, or the sublimity of modesty ? Colburne thought that if he had been at Bull Run, he never could have talked of any thing else. " Well, how are you ?" demanded Carter. " You are looking a little pale and thin, it seems to me." " Oh, I am well enough," answered Colburne, passing- over that subject with modest contempt, as not worthy of mention. " But how are you f Have you recovered from your wound ?" " Wound ? Oh ! yes ; mere bagatelle ; healed up some time ago. I shouldn't have been caught if I hadn't been stunned by my horse falling. The wound was nothing," " But you must have suffered in your confinement," said Colburne, determined to appreciate and pity. " Suffered ! My dear fellow, I suffered with eating and drinking and making merry. I had the deuce's own time in Richmond. I met loads of my old comrades, and they nearly killed me with kindness. They are a nice set of old boys, if they are on the wrong side of the fence. You didn't suppose they would maltreat a brother West Point- er, did you ?" 86 Miss Ravexel's Coxversiox And the Lieutenant-Colonel laughed heartily at the civ- ilian blundej'. " I didn't know, really," answered the puzzled Col- burne. " I must say I thought so. But I am as poor a judge of soldiers as a sheep is of catamounts." " Why, look here. When I left they gave me a supper, and not only made me drunk, but got drunk themselves in my honor. Opened their purses, too, and forced their money on me." All this, it will be noted, was long previous to the time when Libby Prison and Andersonville were deliberately converted into pest-houses and starvation pens. " I am afraid they wanted to bring you over," observed Colburne. He looked not only suspicious, but even a little anxious, for in those days every patriot feared for the faith of his neighbor. "I suppose they did," replied Carter carelessly, as if he saw nothing extraordinary in the idea. " Of course they did. They need all the help that they can get. In fact the rebel Secretary of War paid me the compliment of making me an offer of a regiment, with an assurance that promotion might be relied on. It was done so delicately that I couldn't be offended In fact it was quite natural, and he probably thought it would be bad taste to omit it. I am a Yii'ginian, you know ; and then I was once engaged in some southern schemes and diplomacies — before this war broke out, you understand — oh, no connection with this war. However, I declmed his offer. There's a patriot for you." " I honor you, su*," said Colbume with a fervor which made the Lieutenant-Colonel grm. " You ought at be re- warded." " Quite so," answered the other in his careless, half-jok- ing style. " Well, I am rewarded. I received a letter yesterday afternoon from your Governor offering me a re- giment. I had just finished an elegant dinner with some good fellows, and was going in for a roaring evening. But From Secession to Loyalty. 8*7 business before pleasure. I took a cold plunge bath and the next tram for Xew Boston, getting here at midnight. I am off at ten to see his Excellency." " I am sincerely delighted," exclaimed the young man. " I am delighted to hear that the Governor has had such good sense." After a moment's hesitation he added anxiously, " Do you remember your mvitation to me ?" " Certainly. What do you say to it now ? Will you go with me ?" " I will," said Colburne emphatically. " I will try. I only fear that I can neither raise nor command a compa- ny." " ^ever fear," answered Carter in a tone which pooh- poohed at doubt. " You are just the man. Come round to the bar with me, and let's drink success to our regiment. Oh, I recollect ; you don't imbibe. Smoke a segar, then, while we talk it over. I tell you that you are just the man. Noblesse ohlige. Any gentleman can make a good enough company officer in three months' practice. As to raising your men, I'll give you my best countenance, whatever that may amount to. And if you actually don't succeed in getting your quota, after all, why, we'll take somebody else's men. Examinations of officers and consol- idations of companies biing all these things right, you know." " I should be sony to profit by any other man's influ- ence and energy to his harm," answered the fastidious Colburne. " Pshaw ! it's all for the good of the service and of the country. Because a low fellow who keej^s a saloon can treat and wheedle sixty or eighty stout fellows into the ranks, do you suppose that he ought to be commissioned an officer and a gentleman ? I don't. It can't be in my regiment. Leave those things to me, and go to work with- out fear. Write to the Adjutant-General of the State to- day for a recruiting commission, and as soon as you get it, 88 Miss Rayexel's Coxversiox open an office. I guarantee that you shall be one of the Captains of the Tenth Barataria." " Who are the other field officers ?" asked Colburne. " Not appointed yet. I am alone in my glory. I am the reo-iment. But the Lieutenant-Colonel and Major shall be of the right stamp. I mean to have a word to say as to the choice. I tell you that we'll have the bulliest regiment that ever sprang from the soil of Xew England." " Well, I'll try. But I really fear that I shall just get my company recruited in time for the next war." " Xever fear," laughed Carter, as though war were a huge practical joke. " We are in for a four or five years' job of fighting." " You don't mean it !" said the young man in amaze- ment. " Why, we citizens are all so full of confidence. McClellan, every body says, is organizing a splendid ar- my. Did Bull Run give you such an opmion of the supe- rior fighting qualities of the southerners ?" " Xot at all. Both sides fought timidly, as a rule, just as greenhorns naturally would do. The best description of the battle that I have heard was given in a single sentence by my old captain, Lamar, now in command of a Georgia regiment. Said he, ' There never was a more frightened set than our fellows — except your fellows. — Why, we out- foucrht them in tlie morning ; we had them fairly whipj^ed until Johnston came up on our right. The retreat was a mathematical necessity ; it was like saying. Two and two make four. When our line was turned, of course it had to retreat." " Retreat !" groaned Colburne in bitterness over the re- collection of that calamitous afternoon. " But you didn't see it. They ran shamefully, and never stopped short of Washington. One man reached Xew Boston mside of twenty-four hours. It was a panic unparalleled in his- tory." " Xonsense ! Beg your pardon. Did you never read of Austerlitz and Jena and Waterloo? Our men did pretty Feom Secession to Loyalty. 89 well for militia. I didn't see the panic, to be sure; — I was picked up before that happened. But I have talked with some of om* officers who did see it, and they told me that the papers exaggerated it absnrdly. Newspaper corresj^ondents ought not to be allowed in the army. They exaggerate every thing. If we had gained a victory, they would have made it out something greater than Waterloo. You must consider how easily inexperience is deceived. Just get the story of an upset from an old stage- driver, and then from a lady passenger ; the first will tell it as quite an ordinary aflair, and the second will make it out a tragedy. Now when some old grannies of congress- men and some young ladies of newspaper reporters, none of whom had ever seen either a victory or a defeat before, got entangled among half a dozen disordered regiments they naturally concluded that nothing like it had happen- ed in history. I tell you that it wasn't unparalleled, and that it ought not to have been considered surprising. Whichever of those two green armies got repulsed was pretty sure to be routed. That was a' very pretty manoeuvre, though, that coming up of Johnston on our right. Patterson ought to be court-martialed for his stupidity." " Stupidity ! He is a traitor," exclaimed Colburne. " Oh ! oh !" expostulated the Colonel with a cough. " If we are to try all our dull old gentlemen as traitors, we shall have our hands full. That's somethins: like hanging homely old women for witches. — By the way, how are the Allstons ? I mean the — the Ravenels. Well, are they ? Young lady as blooming and blushing as ever ? Glad to hear it. Can't stop to call on them; my train goes in ten minutes. — I am delighted that you are going to fall in with me. Good bye for to-day." Away he went, leaving Colburne in wonder over his contrasts of slanginess and gentility, his mingled audacity and insouciance of character, and all the picturesque ms and outs of his moral architecture, so different from the 90 Miss Ravexel's Coxyersiox severe plainness of the spiritual temples common in Xew Boston. The young man Avould have preferred that liis future Colonel should not drmk and swear ; but lie would not puritanically decide that a man who drank and swore could not be a good officer. He did not know aimy men well enough to dare judge them witli positiveness ; and he certainly would not try them by the moral standards according to which he tried civilians. The facts that Carter was a professional soldier, and that he had shed his blood in the cause of the country, were sufficient to make Colburne regard with, charity all his frank vices. I must not allow the reader to suppose that I present Carter as a type of all regular officers. There were men in the old army who never tasted liquors, who never blasphemed, who did not waste theii* substance in riotous livmg, who could be accused of no evil practices, who were models of Christian gentlemen. The American ser- vice, as well as the English, had its Havelocks, its Ileadly Yicars, its Colonel ISJ'ewcomes. Xevertheless I do ven- ture to say that it had also a great many men whose moral habits were cut more or less on the Carter pattern, who swore after the fashion of the British army in Flanders, whose heads could carry drink like Dugald Dalgetty's, and who had even other vices concernmg which my dis- creet pen is silent. Within a week after the conversation above reported Colburne opened a recruiting office, advertised the " Put- nam Rangers" largely, and adorned his doorway with a transparency representmg Old Put m a bran-new uniform riding sword in hand down the stone steps of Horse- neck. His company, as yet in embryo, was one of the ten accepted out of the nineteen offered for Carter's regiment. It was supposed that the name of a West Point colonel would render the organization a favorite one with the en- listing classes ; and accordmgly all the chiefs of incomplete companies throughout the State of Barataria wanted to sieze the chance for easy recruiting. But Colburne From Secession to Loyalty. 91 soon found that the dulhiess of a young lawyer's office was none too prosy an exordium for the dullness of a re- cruitmg office at this particular period. Passed was that springSde of popular enthusiasm when companies were raisecl m a day, when undersized heroes wept at being re- jected by the mustermg officer, when well-to-do youths paid a hundred dollars to buy out a chance to be shot at. Bull Run had disenchanted some romantic natures con- cerning the pleasures of war, and the vast enlistments of the summer had di'awn heavily on the nation's fighting material. Moreover, Colbm-ne had to encounter obstacles of a personal nature, such as did not trouble some of his competitors. A student, a member of a small and shy so- cial circle, neither business man nor one of the bone and sinew, not having belonged to a fire company or militia company, nor even kept a bar or billiard-saloon, he had no retainers nor partisans nor shopmates to call upon, no rum- my customers whom he could engage in the war-dance on condition of unlimited AvHskey. He had absolutely no personal means of influencing the classes of the community which furnish that important element of all militiiry or- ganizations, private soldiers. For a time he remamed al- most as solitary in his office as Old Put m the perilous glory of his breakneck descent. In short the raismg of his company proved a slow, vexatious and expensive busi- ness, notwithstandmg the countenance and aid of the Col- onel. Miss Ravenel was much spited m secret when she saw his advertisement ; but she was too proud to expose her interest in the matter by opposition. What object had she in keeping him at home and out of danger? More- over after the fashion of most southern women, she be- Heve'd in fio-htino-, and respected a man the more for draw- in- the sword, no matter for which party. After a while when his activity and cheerfulness of spirit had returned to hun, she began to talk with her old freedom of expi-es- sion, and indulged in playful prophecies about the Bull 92 Miss Ravenel's Coxyersiox Runs he avouIcI figlit, the masterly retreats he Avoiild accom- plish, and the captivities he would undergo. " When you are a prisoner in Richmond," she said, " I'll write to my Louisiana friends in the southern army and tell them what a spiteful abolitionist you are. I'll get them to put a colored friend and brother into the same cell with you. You won't like it. You'll promise to go back to your law office, if they'll send that fellow to his planta- tion." The Doctor was all sympathy and interest, and brim- med over with prophecies of Colburne's success. He judged the people of Barataria by the people of Louisiana ; the latter preferred gentlemen for officers, and so of course would the former. Notwithstanding his hatred of slavery he was still somewhat under the influence of its aristo- cratical glamour. He had not yet fully comprehended that the war was a struggle of the plain j^eople against an oligarchy, and that the plain people had, not very under- standingly but still very resolutely, determined to lead the fighting as well as to do it. He had not yet full faith that the northern working-man would beat the southern gentleman, without much guidance from the northern scholar. " Don't be discouraged," he said to Colburne. " I feel the utmost confidence in your prospects. As soon as it is generally understood who you are and what your char- acter is, you will have recruits to give away. It is impos- sible that these bar-tenders and tinkers should raise good men as easily as a gentleman and a graduate of the uni- versity. They may get a run of ruft-scuff, but it won't last. I predict that your company will be completed sooner and composed of better material than any other in the regunent. I would no more give your chance for that of one of these tmkers than I would exchange a meteorite for its weight in old nails." The Doctor abounded in promising but unfruitful schemes for helpiug forward the Putnam Rangers. He Feoxi Secession to Loyalty. 93 proposed that Colburne should send a cii-cular to all the clergymen and Sabbath-school superintendents of the county, callhig upon each parish to furnish the subscriber with only one good recruit. " If they do that," said he, " as they unquestionably will when the case is properly presented to them, why the company is filled at once." He advised the young man to make an oratorical tour, delivermg patriotic speeches in the village lyceums, and circulatmg an enlistment paper at the close of each per- formance. He told him that it would not be a bad move to apply to his professional brethren far and near for aid in rousing the popular enthusiasm. He himself wrote fa- vorable notices of the captain and his company, and got them prmted in the city journals. One day he came home in a hurry, and with, great glee produced the evening edi- tion of the New Boston Patriot. " Our young friend has hit it at last," he said to Lillie. " He has called the muses to his aid. Here is a superb patriotic hymn of his composition. It is the best thing of the khid that the literature of the war has produced." (The Doctor was somewhat given to hyperbole in speak- ing well of his friends.) " It can't fail to excite popular attention. I venture to predict that those verses alono will bring him hi fifty men." " Let me see," said Lillie, making an impatient snatch at the paper ; but the Doctor ctrew it away, desirous of en- joying the luxury of his own elocution. To read a good thing aloud and to poke the fire are sunple but real pleas- ures, wliicli some people cannot easily deny themselves — and which belong of right, I thmk, to the head of a fami- ly. The Doctor settled himself in an easy chair, adjusted his collar, put up his eyeglass, dropped it, put on his spectacles in spite of Lillie's remonstrances, and read as follows— 94 Miss Rayenel's Conveesion A NATIONAL HYMN. Tune : America. Be thou our countr3''s Chief Id this our )-ear of grief, Allfather great ; Go forth with awful tread, Crush treason's serpent head, Bring back our sons misled, And save our State. Uphold our stripes and stars Through war's destroying jars With thy right hand ; Oh God of battles, lead *^ Where our swift navies speed, Where our brave armies bleed For fatherland. Break every yoke and chain, Let truth and justice reign From sea to sea ; Make all our statutes right In thy most holy sight ; Light us, O Lord of light. To foUow Thee. God bless our fatherland, God make it strong and grand On sea and shore ; Ages its glory swell. Peace in its borders dwell, God stand its sentinel For ever more. " Let ine see it," persisted Lillie, making a second and more successful reach for the paper. She read the verses to herself with a slight flush of excitement, and then quietly remarked that they were pretty. It has been sus- Feom Secession to Loyalty. 95 pected that she kept that paper ; at all events, when her father sought it next mornuig to cut out the verses and paste them in his common-place book, he could not find it ; and while Lillie pretended to take an interest in his search, she made no distinct answer to his inquiries. I am told by persons wise in the ways of young ladies that they sometimes lay aside trifles of this sort, and are afterwards ashamed, from some inexplicable cause, of having the fact become patent even to their nearest relatives. It must not be understood, by the way, that Mss Ravenel had lost her slight admii-ation for that full-blown specimen of the male sex, Colonel Carter. He was too much in the style of a Louisiana j^lanter not to be attractive to her homesick eyes. She welcomed his rare visits with her mvariable but nevertheless flattering blush, and talked to him with a vivacity which sent flashes of pam into the soul of CoV burne. The young man admitted the fact of these spasms, but tried to keep up a deception as to their cause. Li his charity towards himself he attributed them to an unselfish anxiety for the happmess of that sweet gu-1, who, he feared, would find Carter an unsuitable husband, however grand- iose as a social ornament and accomplished as an officer. In spite of these sentimental possibilities of disagree- ment between the Colonel and the Captain, their friend- ship daily grew stronger. The foi-mer was not in the least influenced by lovelorn jealousy, and set much store by Colburne as being the only officer in his regiment who was precisely to his taste. He had desired, but had not been able to obtam, the young gentlemen of N'ew Boston, the sons of the college professors, and of the city clergy- men. The set was limited in number and not martial nor enthusiastic in character. It had held aristocratically aloof from the militia, from the fire companies, from personal interference in local politics, from every social enterprise which could bring it into contact with the laboring masses. It needed two years of tremendous war to break through the shy reserve of this secluded and almost mon- 96 Miss Rayenel's Conversion astic little circle, and let loose its sons upon the battle- field. The Colonel was disgusted with his raft of tmkers and tailors, as he called his officers, although they were mostly good drill-masters and creditably zealous in learn- ing the graver duties of their new profession. The regu- lar army, he said, had not been troubled with any such kmd of fellows. The brahmmism of West Point and of the old service revolted from such vulgar associations. It required the fiery breath of many fierce battles, in which the gallantry of volunteers shone consj^icuous, to blow this feeling into oblivion. One day the Colonel related in confidence to the Doctor a chcumstance which had given him peculiar disgust. The Governor having permitted him to nominate his own Lieutenant-Colonel, he had selected an ex-officer of a three months' regiment who had shown tactical knowledge, and gallantry. The field position of Major he had finally re- solved to demand for Colburne. Hence an interview, and an iinj^leasant one, with the chief magistrate of Barataria. " Gov^-nor," said Carter, " I want that majority for a particular friend of mine, the best officer m the regiment and the best man for the place that I know in the State." The Governor was in his little office reclining in a high- backed oaken chau-, and toasting his feet at a fire. He was a tall, thin, stooping gentleman, slow in gait because feeble in health, with a benign dignity of manner and an unvarying amiability of countenance. His eyes were a j^ale blue, his hah a light chesnut slightly silvered by fifty years, his complexion had once been freckled and was still fair, his smile was frequent and conciliatory. Like Presi- dent Lincoln he sprang from the plain people, who were to conquer in this war, and like him he was capable of intel- lectual and moral growth in proportion to enlargement of his sphere of action. A modest, gentle-tempered, oblig- ing man, patriotic in every impulse, devout m the severe piety of New England, distinguished for personal honor From Secession to Loyalty. 97 and private virtues, he was iu the main a credit to the State which had selected him for its loftiest dignity. He had risen from his chair and saluted the Colonel with marked respect. Although he did not like his moral ways, he valued him highly for his jDrofessional ability and courage, and was proud to have him in command of a Baratarian regiment. To his shy spirit this aristocratic and martial personage was m fact a rather imposmg phe- nomenon. Carter had a fearful eye ; by turns audacious- ly haughty and insolently quizzical ; and on this occasion the Governor felt himself more than usually discomposed under its wide open, steady, confident stare. He seemed even a little tremulous as he took his seat ; he dreaded to disagree with the representative of West Point brahmui- ism ; and yet he knew that he must. " Captain Colburne." " Oh — Captain Colburne," hesitated the Governor. " I agree with you. Colonel, in all that you say of him. I hope that there will be an opportunity yet of pushing him forward. But just now," he continued with a smile that was apologetical and almost penitent, " I don't see that I can give him the majority. I have promised it to Cap- tain Gazaway." " To Gazaway !" exclaimed Carter. A long breath of an- gry astonishment swelled his broad breast, and liis cheek would have flushed if any emotion could have deepened the tint of that dark red bronze. " You don't mean, I hope. Governor, that you are re- solved to give the majority of my regiment to that 1)oor." " I know that he is a plain man," mildly answered the Governor, who had begun life himself as a mechanic. " Plain man ! He is a plain blackguard. He is a tod- dy-mixer and shoulder-hitter." The Governor uttered a little troubled laugh ; he was clearly discomposed, but he was not angry. " I am willing to grant all that you say of him," he an- swered. " I have no personal Hking for the man. Indi- E 98 Miss Ravenel's Conversion vidually I should prefer Caj^tain Colburne. But if you knew the pressure that I am under — " He hesitated as if reflecting, smiled again with his hab- itual gentleness, folded and unfolded his hands nervously, and proceeded with his explanation. " You must not expose our little political secrets, Col- onel. I am obliged to permit certain schemes and j^lots which personally I disaj^prove of. Captain Gazaway liVes in a very close district, and influences a considerable num- ber of votes. He is popular among his class of peoj^le. as vou can see by the ease with which he filled his company. He and his friends insist upon the majority. If we refuse it Ave shall probably lose the district and a member of Con- gress. That is a serious matter at this time when the administration must be supported by a strong house, or the nation may be shipwrecked. Still, if I were left alone I would take the risk, and appoint good officers and no others to all our regiments, satisfied that success in the field is the best means of holding the masses firm in support of the Government. But in the meantime Bur- leigh, who is our candidate m Gazaway's district, is de- feated, we will suppose. Burleigh and Gazaway under- stand each other. If Gazaway gets the majority, he promises to insure the district to Burleigh. You see the pressure I am under. All the leading managers of our party concur in urging upon me this promotion of Gaza- way. I regret extremely that I can do nothing now for your favorite, whom I respect very much. I hope to do something for him in the future." " When an election is not so near at hand," suggested Carter. " Here," continued the Governor, without noticing the satire, I have been perfectly frank with you. All I ask in return is that you will have patience." " 'Pon my honor, I can't of course find fiiult with you personally, Governor," replied the Colonel. " I see how the cursed thino; works. You are on a treadmill, and From Secession to Loyalty. 99 must keep steiDping according to the machinery. But by — ! sir, I wish this whole matter of appointments was in the hands of the War Department." " I almost wish it was," sighed the Governor, still without a show of wounded pride or impatience. It was this conversation whicli the Colonel repeated to the scandalized ears of Doctor Ravenel, when the latter urged the promotion of Colburne. " I hope you will inform our young friend of your efforts in his favor," said the Doctor. " He will be exceeduigly gratified, notwithstanding the disappointment." " No," said the Colonel. " I beg your pardon ; but don't tell him. It would not be policy, it would not be soldierly, to inform him of any thing likely to disgust him with the service." CHAPTER YIII. THE BEAVE BID GOOD-BYE TO THE FAIE. Another circumstance disgusted Colonel Carter even more than the affair of the majority. He received a com- munication from the War Department assigning his regi- ment to the Xew England Division, and directmg him to report for orders to 3Iajor-General Benjamin F. Butler. Over this priper he fired off such a volley of oaths as if Uncle Toby's celebrated army in Flanders had fallen in for practice in battalion swearing. " A civilian ! a lawyer, a political wire-puller ! a militia- man!" exclaimed the high-born southern gentleman. West Point graduate and ex-ofiicer of the regular army. " What does such a fellow know about the organization or the command of troops ! I don't believe he could make out the property returns of a company, or take a platoon of 100 Miss Ravenel's Conversion skirmishers into action. And I must report to him, in- stead of he to me !" Let us sujDpose that some inconceivably great power had suddenly created the Colonel a first-class lawyer, and ordered the celebrated Massachusetts advocate to act un- der him as junior counsel. We may conjecture that the latter might have been made somewhat indignant by such an arrangement. " I'll make official application to be transferred to some other command," continued Carter, thmking to himself. " If that won't answer, I'll go to the Secretary myself about it, irregular as personal application may be. And if that won't answer, I'll be so long in getting ready for the field, that our Major-General Pettifogger will probably go without me." If Carter attempted to carry out any of these plans, he no doubt discovered that the civilian General was greater than the West Pomt Colonel in the eyes of the authorities at Washington. But it is probable that old habits of sol- dierly obedience prevented him from ofiering much if any resistance to the will of the War Department, just as it prevented him from expressmg his dissatisfaction in the presence of any of his subordinate officers. It is true that the Tenth was an unconscionable long time in getting rea- dy for the field, but that Avas owing to the decay of the enlistmg spirit in Barataria, and Carter seemed to be as much fretted by the lack of men as any body. Meantime not even Colburne, the officer to whom he unbosomed him- self the most freely, overheard a syllable from him in dis- paragement of General Butler. During the leisurely organization and drilling of his re- giment the Colonel saw Miss Ravenel often enough to fall desperately in love with her, had he been so minded. He was not so minded ; he liked to talk with pretty young ladies, to flirt with them and to tease them ; but he did not easily take sentiment au grand serieux. Self-conceit and a certain hard-hearted indiffierence to the feelmgs of From Secession to Loyalty. 101 others, combined with a love of fun, made him a habitual quiz. He acknowledged the charm of Lillie's outlines and manner, but he treated her like a child whom he could pet and banter at his pleasure. She, on the other hand, was a little too much afraid of him to quiz in return ; she could not treat this mature and seemingly worldly-wise man with the playful impertinence which sometimes marked her manner towards Colburne. " Miss Ravenel, have you any messages for Xew Or- leans ?" said the Colonel. "I begm to thmk that we shall go just there. It will be such a rich pocket for Gen- eral Butler's fingers." In speakuig to civilians Carter was not always so care- ful of the character of his superiors as m talking to his subordinate ofiicers. "Just think of the twelve millions of gold in the banks," he proceeded, " and the sugar and cotton too, and the wholesale nigger-stealing that we can do to varnish over our robberies. It grieves me to death to thmk that the Tenth will soon be street-firmg up and down New Or- leans. We shall make such an awful slaughter among yonr crowds of old admirers !" " I hope you won't kill them all." " Oh, I shan't kill them all. I am not going to commit suicide," said the Colonel with a flippant gallantry which made the young lady color with a suspicion that she was not profoundly appreciated. " Do you really think that you are going to Xew Or- leans ?" she presently mquired. " Ah ! Don't ask me. You have a right to command me ; but don't, I beg of you, order me to tell state se- crets." " Then why do you introduce the subject?" she replied, more annoyed by his manner than by what he said. " Because the subject has irresistible charms ; because it is connected with your past, and perhaps with your fu- ture." 102 31iss Ravexel's Conversion N'ow if Carter had looked in tlie least as he sjioke, I fear that Miss Lillie would have been flattered and grati- fied. But he did not ; he had a quizzing smile on his auda- cious face ; he seemed to be talking to her as he would to a child of fourteen. Being a woman of eighteen, and sen- sitive, she was not pleased by his confident fiimiliarity, and in her inexperience she showed her annoyance perhaps a little more plainly than was quite dignified. After watching her for a moment or two with his wide-open, unwinking eyes, he suddenly changed his tone, and ad- dressed her with an air of entirely satisfactory respect. The truth is that he could not help being at times semi- impertinent to young ladies ; but then he had delicacy of breeding enough to know when he was so ; he did not quiz them in mere boorish stuiDidity. " I should be truly delighted," he said, " I should con^ sider it one of the greatest honors possible to me — if I could do somethmg towards opening your way back to your own home." " Oh ! I wish you could," she replied with enthusiasm. " I do so want to get back to Louisiana. But I don't want the South whipped. I want peace." " Do you ? That is a bad wish for me," observed Car- ter, with his characteristic frankness, coolly wondering to himself how he would be able to live without his colonelcy. As to how he could pay the thousand or two which he owed to tailors, shoemakers, restaurateurs and wme merchants, that was never to him a matter of marvel or of anxiety, or even of consideration. In obedience to a cm'ious instinct which exists in at least some feminine natures, Miss Ravenel liked the Colonel, or at least felt that she could like him, just in proportion as she feared him. A man who can make some women trem- ble, can, if he chooses, make them love. Pure and modest as this girl of eighteen was, she could, and I fear, would have fallen des2:)erately in love with this toughened world- ling, had he, with his despotic temperament, resolutely Feom Secession to Loyalty. 103 willed it. In justice to her it must be remembered that she knew little or nothuig about his various naughty ways. In her presence he never swore, nor got the worse for liquor, nor alluded to scenes of dissipation. At church he decorously put dowTi his head while one could count twenty, and made the responses with a politeness meant to be complimentary to the parties addressed. Her father hmted ; but she thought him unreasonably preju- diced ; she made what she considered the proper allow- ance for men who wore uniforms. She had very little idea of the stupendous discount which would have to be admitted before Colonel Carter could figure up as an an- o-el of light, or even as a decently \drtuous member of human society. She thought she stated the whole sub- ject fairly when she admitted that he might be " fast ;" but she had an mnocently inadequate conception of the meanino' which the masculiue sex attaches to that epithet. She applied it to him chiefly because he had the mu- mental self-possession, the graceM audacity, the free and easy fluency, the little ways, the general au-, of certam men in Xew Orleans who had been pomted out to her as " fafl^" and concernuig whom there were dubious Avhisper- ingsamong elderly dowagers, but of whom she actually knew little more than that they had good manners and were favorites with most ladies. She had learned to con- sider the type a satisfactory one, without at all appreci- ating its moral signification. That Colonel Carter had been downright wicked and was still capable of being so under a moderate pressure of temptation, she did not be- lieve with any reahzing and savmg faith. Balzac says that very corrupt people are generally very agreeable; and it may be that this extraordiuary fact is capable of a simple and sufficient explanation. They are seared and do not take thing seriously ; they do not contradict you on this propriety and that belief, because they care noth- ing about proprieties and beliefs ; they love nothiug, hate nothiao-, and are as easy to weai* as old slippers. The 104 Miss Ravexel's Conversion strict moralist and j^ietcst, on the other hand, is as hard and unyielding as a boot just from the hands of the maker ; you must conform to his model, or he will consci- entiously pinch your moral corns in a most grievous man- ner ; he cannot grant you a hair's-breadth "without burst- ing his uppers and endangermg his sole. But j^leasant as our corruj^t friends are apt to be, you must not trust your affections and your happiness to them, or you may find that you have cast your j^earls before the unclean. These reflections are not perhaps of the newest, but they are just as true as when they were first promulgated. Concerning the i^ossible flirtation to which I have al- luded Doctor Ravenel was constauly ill at ease. If he found on returning from a walk that' Lillie had received a call from the Colonel during his absence, he was secretly worried and sometimes openly peevish for hours afterward. He would break out uj^on that sort of people, though al- w^ays without mentioning names ; and the absent Carter would receive a severe lashing over the back of some gen- tleman whom Lillie had known or heard of in Xew Orleans. " I don't see how I ever lived among such a disre2:)utable population," he would say. " I look upon myself IMne- times as a man who has just come from a twenty-five year's residence among the wealthy and genteel pirates of the Isle of Pmes. I actually feel that I have no claims upon a decent society to be received as a respectable character. If a Xew Boston man should refuse to shake hands with me on the ground that my associations had not been what they should be, I could not find it m my heart to disagree with him. Among that people I used to wonder at the j^atience of the Almighty. I obtained a conception of his long-suffermg mercies such as I could not have obtained in a virtuous community. Just look at that Colonel McAllister, who used to be the brightest ornament of New Orleans fashion. A mass of corrujDtion ! The immoral odor of him must have been an offense to the heavens. I can imagme the angels and glorified spirits From Secessions' to Loyalty. 105 looking down at him witli disgust, and actually holding their noses, like the kmg in Oreagna's picture when he comes across the dead body. There neyer Avas a subject brought into our dissecting room so abominable to the physical senses as that man was to the moral sense." "Oh, i^apa, don't!", implored Miss Lillie. "You talk most horridly when you get started on certam subjects." " My conversation is'nt half pungent enough to do jus- tice to the perfume of the subject," insisted the Doctor. " When I speak or try to speak of that McAllister, and of similar people to be met therp and everywhere, I am obliged to admit the inadequacy of language. ^NTothing but the last trump can utter a sound appropriate to such personages." " But Colonel McAllister is a very respectable middle- aged planter now, papa," said Lillie. " Respectable ! Oh, my child ! do not persist m talking as if you were still in the nursery. Samt Paul, Pascal, Wilberforce couldn't have remained respectable if they had been slaveholding planters." To Colonel Carter personally the Doctor was perfectly civil,^as he was to every one with whom he was obliged to come in contact, including the reprobated McAllister and his similars. Even had he been of a combative dis- position, or been twice as prejudiced against Carter as he was, he could not have brought himself in these days and with his present loyal enthusiasm, to discourteously en- treat an officer who wore the United States uniform and who had bled in the cause of country against treason. Moreover he felt a certain degree of good-will towards our military roue, as being the patron of his particular friend Colburne. Of this young man he seemed almost as fond as if he were his father, without, however, entertain- ing the slightest thought of gainmg him for a son-in-law. I never knew, nor read of, not even in the most unnatural novels, an American father who was a matchmaker. So the autumn and half the winter passed away, with- E 2 106 Miss R a vex el's Conversion out any one falling in love, unless it might be Colburne. It needed all his good sense to keep him from it ; or rather to keep him from paymg Miss. Ravenel what are called significant attentions ; for as to his being in love, 1 admit it, although he did not. To use old-fashioned language, alarming m its directness and strength of meaning, I sup- pose he Avould have courted her if she would have let him. But there was something m the young lady's manner to- wards him which kept him at arm's length ; which had the charm of friendshii), indeed, but no faintest odor of even the possibility of love, just as certain flowers have beauty but no perfume ; which said to liim very gently but also very firmly, " Mr. Colbm-ne, you had better not be iQ a hurry." At times he was under sudden and violent temptation. The trustmg Doctor placed Lillie under his charge to go to one or two concerts and popular lectures, following therein the simple and virtuous ways of Xew Boston, where young ladies have a freedom which in larger and wickeder cities is only accorded to married women. On the way to and from thes^ amusements, Lillie's hand resting lisihtly on his arm, and the obscurity of the streets veiling T^-hatever reproof or warning might sparkle m her eyes, his heart was more urgent and his soul less titnid than usual. • "I have only one subject of regret in going to the war," he once said ; " and that is that I shall not see you for a long time, and may never see you agam." There was a magnetic tremulousness in his voice wliich thrilled through Miss Ravenel and made it difficult for her to breathe naturally. For a few seconds she could not answer, any more than he could continue. She felt as we do in dreams when we seem to stand on the edge of a gulf- wavering whether we shall fall backward into safety or forward into the unknown. It was one of the perilous and decisive moments of the young lady's life ; but the end of it was that she recovered self-possession enough to Feom Secession to Loyalty. 107 speak before he could rally to pursue Ms advantage. Ten seconds more of silence might have resulted in an en- gagement ring. " What a hard heart you have !" she laughed. " INT o greater cause of regret than that ! And here you are, go- ing to lay waste my country, and perhaps burn up my house. You abolitionists are dreadful." He immediately changed his manner of conversation with a painful consciousness that she had as good as or- dered him to do so. " Oh ! I have no sort of compunction about turning the South mto a desert," he said, T\TLth a poor attempt at mak- ing merry. " I mean to take a bag of salt with me, and sow all Louisiana with it." And the rest of the dialogue, until he left her at the door of the hotel, was conducted in the same style of la- borious and painful trifling. As the day aj^proached for the sailing of the regiment, Colburne looked forward with dread yet with eagerness to the last interview. At times he thought and hoped and almost expected that it would bring about some decis- ive expression of feeling which should give a desirable di- rection to the perverse heart of this inexplicable young- lady. Then he reflected during certain flashes of pure reason, how foolish, how cruel it would be to win her af- fection only to quit her on the instant, certainly for months, probably for years, perhaps for ever. Moreover, suppose he should lose a leg or a nose in his first battle, how could he demand that she should keej) her vows, and yet how could he give her up ? But these last interviews are frequently unsatisfactory ; and the one which Col- burne excitedly anticij^ated was eminently so. It took place in the public parlor of the hotel ; the Doctor was present, and so were several dowager boarders. The regi- ment had marched through the city in the afternoon, sur- rounded and cheered by crowds of enthusiastic citizens, and was already on board of the coasting steamer which 108 Miss Raven el's Conversion would transfer it to the ocean transport at Xew Yoik. Colburne had obtamed permission to remain in Xew Bos- ton until the evening through train from the east. " Tliis is a proud day for you," said the warm-hearted Doctor. " But I must say that it is a sad one for me. I am truly o-rieved to think how long it may be before we shall see you again." " I hope not very long," answered the young man with a gravity and sadness which did not consort with liis words. He was pale, nervous and feverish, partly from lack of sleep the night before. " I really think it will not be very long," he repeated after a moment. Xow tliat peace was apparently his only chance of re- turning to Miss Ravenel, he longed for it, and like most yoimi:? people he could muster confidence to believe in what he hoped. Moreover it was at this time a matter of northern faith that the contest could not last a year ; that the great army which was being drilled and disciplined on the banks of the Potomac would prove irresistible when it should take the field ; that McClellan would find no difficulty in trampling out the life of the rebellion. Colonel Carter, Doctor Ravenel and a few obstinate old hunker democrats were l^e only persons in the httle State of Barataria who did not give way to this popular con- viction. "Where are you going, Mr. Colburne?" asked Lillie eagerly. " I don't know, really. The Colonel has received sealed orders. He is not to open them until we have been twenty-four hours at sea." " Oh ! I think that is a shame. I do think that is abom- inable," said the young lady with excitement. She was very inquisitive by nature, and she was particularly anx- ious to know if the regiment would reach Louisiana. " I am inclined to believe that we shall go to Yhginia," From. Secessiox to Loyalty. 109 resumed Colbnrne. "I hope so. The great battle of the war is to be fought there, and I want to take part hi it." Poor young man ! he felt like saying that he wanted to be killed m it ; mistaken young man ! he believed that there would be but one great battle. " Wherever you go you will be doing your duty as a patriot and a friend of the interests of humanity," put in the Doctor, emphatically. I confidently anticipate for you the greatest successes. I anticipate your personal success. Colonel Carter will undoubtedly be made a general, and you will return the commander of your regiment. But even if you never receive a grade of promotion, nor have a chance to strike a blow m battle, you will still have per- formed one of the highest duties of manhood and be en- titled to our lastmg respect. I sincerely and fervently envy you the feelings which you will be able to carry through life." " Thank you, sir," was all the answer that Colburne could think of at the moment. " If you find yourself near a post-office you Avill let us know it, won't you?" asked Lillie with a thoughtless frankness for which she immediately blushed painfully. In the desire to know whether Louisiana would be at- tacked and assaulted by Colonel Carter, she had said more than she meant. Colburne brightened into a grateful smile at the idea that he might venture to write to her. " Certainly," added the Doctor. " You must send me a letter at once when you reach your destination." Colburne promised as he was required, but not with the light heart which had shone in liis face an instant before. It was sadly clear, he thought, that he must not on any account write to Miss Ravenel. " And now I must say good-bye, and God bless you," he sighed, putting out his hand to the young lady, while his face grew perceptibly whiter, if we may believe the re- ports of the much affected dowager spectators. 110 Miss Raven el's Conversion As Miss Ravenel gave liim her hand, her cheeks also became discolored, not with pallor however, but only with her customary blush when excited. " I do hope you will not be hurt," she murmured. She was so simply kind and friendly in her feelings that she did not notice with any thrill of emotion the feiwent jn-essure, the clinging as of despair, with which he held her hand for a few seconds. An hour afterward she re- membered it suddenly, blushing as she interpreted to her- self its significance, but with no sentiment either of love or anger. " God bless you ! God bless you !" repeated the Doctor, much moved. " Let me know as early and as often as possible of your welfare. Our best wishes go with you." Colburne had found the interview so painful, so differ- ent from what his hopes had pictured it, that, under pre- tence of bidding farewell to other friends, he left the hotel half an hour before the arrival of his train. As he passed through the outer door he met the Colonel entering. " Ah ! paid you adieux ?" said Carter in his rough-and- ready, jaunty way. " I must say good-bye to those nice people. Meet you at the train." Colburne merely replied, " Very well sir," with a heart as gloomy as the sour February weather, and strolled away, not to take leave of any more friends, but to smoke an anchorite, uncomforting segar in the purlieus of the sta- tion. " Delighted to have found you," said the Colonel inter- cepting the Ravenels as they were leavuig the parlor for their rooms. " 31iss Ravenel, I have neglected my duty for the sake of the pleasure — no, the pain, of bidding you good-bye." The Doctor cringed at this speech, but expressed delight at the visit. Lillie adorned the occasion by a blush as sumptuous as a bouquet of roses, and led the way back to the parlor, defiant of her father's evident intention to From Secession to Loyalty. Ill shorten the scene by remaining standing in the hall. The Doctor, finding himself thus out-generalled, retorted by taking the lead in the conversation, and talked volubly for ten minutes of the magnificent appeamnce of the regiment as it marched through the city, of the probable length of the war, and of the differing characteristics of northerners and southerners. Meanwhile Miss Ravenel sat quietly, after the fashion of a French demoiselle, saymg nothing, but pertaps thmking all the more dangerously. At last the Colonel broke loose from the father and resolutely ad- dressed himself to the daughter. " Jkliss Ravenel, I suppose that you have not a friendly wish to send with me." " I don't know why I should have," she replied, " un- til I know that you are not going to harm my people. But I have no very bad wishes." " Thank you for that," he said with a more serious air than usual. " I do sincerely desire that your feelings were such as that I could consider myself to be fighting your cause. Perhaps you will find before we get through that I am fighting it. If we should go to New Orleans — which is among the possibilities — it may be the means of restoring you to your home." " Oh ! I should thank you for that— almost. I should be tempted to feel that the end justified the means." " Let me hope that I shall meet you there, or some- where, soon," he added, rising. His manner was certainly more earnest and impressive than it had ever been before in addressing her. The tre- mor of her hand was perceptible to the strong steady hand which took it, and her eyes dropped under the firm gaze which met them, and which for the first time, she thought, had an expression deeply significant to her. "If she turns out to have any prospects"— thought the Colonel as he went down stairs. " If they ever get back their southern property" — 312 Miss 1 1 a v e x e l ' s Conversion He left the sentence unfinished on the writing tablets of his soul, to light a segar. His impulses and passions were strong when once aroused, but on this subject they had only begun to awaken. CHAPTER IX. FROM N:EW boston to new ORLEANS, VIA FORT JACKSON. " By " (this '•and that) ! swore Colonel Carter to him- self when, twenty-four hours out from Sandy Hook, he oj^ened his sealed orders in the privacy of his state-room. "Butler has got an expedition to himself We are in for a round of Big Bethels as sure as " (this and that and the other.) I wish it to be understood that I do not endorse the above criticism on the celebrated 2:)roconsul of Louisiana. I am not sketching the life of General Butler, but of Colo- nel Carter — I am not trying to show how things really were, but only how the Colonel looked at them. Carter opened the door and looked mto the cabin.' There stood a particularly clean soldier of the Tenth, his uniform carefully brushed, his shoes, belts, cartridge-box and cap-pouch blacked, his buttons and brasses shinhig like morning suns, white cotton gloves on his hands, and his bayonet in its scabbard, but without a musket. Being the neatest man of all those detailed for guard that morn- ing, he had been selected by the Adjutant as the Colonel's orderly. He saluted his commander by carrying his right hand open to his fore-piece, then well out to the right, then dropping it with the little finger agamst the seam of his trousers, meanwhile standing bolt upright with his heels well together. The Colonel surveyed hun from top to toe with a look of approbation. " Very well, orderly," said he. " Very clean and sol- dierly. Been in the old army, I see." From Secessiox to Loyalty. 113 Here he gratified himself with another full-length in- spection of this statue of neatness and speechless respect. " Xow go to the captam of the vessel," he added, " give him my compliments, and request him to step to my state- room." The orderly saluted again, faced about as if on a pivot, and walked away. " Here, come back, sir," called the Colonel. " ^V^hat did I tell you?" " You told me, sir, to give your compliments to the captain of the vessel, and request him to step to your state-room," replied the soldier. " My God ! he understood the first time," exclaimed the Colonel. " Been in the old army, I see. Quite right, su* ; go on." In a few minutes the marine functionary was closeted with the military potentiality. " Sit down. Captain," said the Colonel. " Take a glass of wine." " Ko, thank you. Colonel," said the Captain, a small, brown, quiet-mannered, taciturn man of forty-five, his iron-grey locks carefully oiled and brushed, and his dark- blue mornmg-suit as neat as possible. " I make it a nile at sea," he added, " never to take any thing but a bottle of porter at dinner." " Very good : never get drunk on duty — good rule," laughed the Colonel. " Well, here are our orders. Look them over, Captam, if you please." The Captain read, lifted his eyebrows with an ah* of comprehension, put the paper back in the envelope, re- turned it to the Colonel, and remarked, " Ship Island." " It would be best to say nothing about it at present," observed Carter. " Some accident may yet send us back to Xew York, and then the thing would be known earlier than the War Department wants." " Very good. I will lay the j^roper course, and say no- thing:." 114 Miss Ravenel's Conversion And so, with a little further talk about cleanmg quar- ters and cooking rations, the interview terminated. It was not till the transport was off the beach of Ship Island that the Tenth Barataria became aware of its destination. Meantime, takmg advantage of a run of smooth weather, Carter disciplmed his green regiment into a state of clean- liness, order and subserviency, which made it a wonder to itself. He had two daily inspections with regard to personal cleanlmess, going through the companies himself, praising the neat and remorselessly punishmg the dirty. " What do you mean by such hair as that, sir ?" he would say, j^okmg up a set of long locks with the hilt of his sa- bre. " Have it off before night, sir. Have it cut short and neatly combed by to-mon-ow morning." For offences which to the freeborn American citizen seemed peccadilloes or even virtues, (such as saying to a second-lieutenant, " I am as good as you are,") men were seized up by the wrists to the riggmg with their toes scarcely touching the deck. The soldiers had to obey or- ders without a word, to touch their caps to officers, to stop chaffing the sentinels, to keep off the quarter-deck, and out of the cabin. " By (this and that) I'll teach them to be soldiers," swore the Colonel. " They had theu' skylarking in Bara- taria. They are on duty now." The men were not pleased ; freeborn Americans could not at first be gratified with such despotism, however sal- utary ; but they were intelligent enough to see that there was a hard, j^ractical sense at the bottom of it ; they not only feared and obeyed, but they respected. Every Amer- ican who is true to his national education regards with consideration a man who knows his own business. When- ever the Colonel walked on the mam deck, or m the hold where the men were quartered, there was a silence, a quiet standing out of the way, a rising to the feet, and a touching of fore-pieces. To his officers Carter was distant and authoritative, although formally courteous. It was, From Secession to Loyalty. 115 " Lieutenant, have the goodness to order those men down from the riggmg, and to keep them down ;" and when the officer of the day reported that the job was done, it was, " Very well. Lieutenant, much obliged to you." Even the private soldiers whom he berated and punished were scrupulously addressed by the title of " Sk." " My God, sir ! I ought not to be obliged to speak to the enlisted men at all," he observed apologetically to the captain of the transport. " A colonel in the old army was a little deity, a Grand Lama, who never opened his mouth Qxcept on the greatest occasions. But my officers, you see, don't know their busmess. I am as badly off as you would be if your mates, sailors and firemen were all farm- ers. I must attend to things myself" " Captam Colburne," he said on another occasion, " how about your property returns ? Have the goodness to let me look at them." Colburne brought two packets of neatly folded papers, tied up m the famous, the historical, the proverbial red tape, and endorsed ; the one, " Return of Ordnance and Ordnance Stores appertammg to Co. 1, 10th Regt. Barataria Vols., for the quarter endmg December 31st, 1861 ;" the other, " Return of Clothmg and Camp and Garrison Equipage appertainmg to Co. I, 10th Regt. Barataria Vols., for the quarter endmg Dec. 31st, 1861." Carter glanced over the footings, the receipts and the invoices with the prompt and accurate eye of a bank accountant. " Correct," said he. " Very much to your credit. Captain. Orderly ! give my compliments to all the commandants of companies, and request them to call on me immediately in the after cabin." One after another the captains walked m, saluted, and took seats m obedience to a wave of the Colonel's hand. " Gentlemen," he began, " those of you who have finished your property returns for the last quarter will send them in to the adjutant this afternoon for examination. Those who have not, will proceed to complete them immediately. 116 Miss Ray en el's Conversion If you need any instructions, you will apply to Captain Colburne. His papers are correct. Gentlemen, the United States Army Kegulations are as important to you as the United States Army Tactics. Ignorance of one will get you into trouble as surely as ignorance of the other. Such parts of the Regulation as refer to the army account- ability system are of especial consequence to your pockets. Neglect your returns, and you will get your pay stopped. This is not properly my business. You are responsible for yourselves directly to the 'War Department. But I wish to set you on the right path. You ought to take ^ pride, gentlemen, m learning the whole of your profession, even if you are sure that the war will not last three months. If a thing is worth learnmg at all it should be learned well, if only for the good of a man's own soul. Never do a duty by halves. No man of any self-respect will accept an officer's pay without performing the whole of an officer's duty. And this accountability system is worth study. It is the most admirable system of book- keeping that ever was devised. John C. Calhoun perfected it when he was Secretary of War and at the top of his intel- lectual powers. I have no hesitation in saymg that a man who can account truthfully and without loss for all the public property m a company, accordmg to this system, is able to master the busmess of any mercantile house or banking establishment. The system is as minute and m- exorable as a balance-sheet. When I was a boy, just out of West Point and in command of a company on the Indian frontier, I took part m a skirmish. I was as vam over my first fight as a kitten over its first mouse. I thought the fame of it must illuminate Washington and dazzle the clerks in the department offices. In my next return I accounted for three missing ball-screws as lost in the en- gagement of Ti-apper's Bluti". I supposed the army ac- countability system would bow to a second-lieutenant who had been under fire. But, gentlemen, it did no such thuio-. I crot a letter from the Chief of Ordnance informing Fkom Secession to Loyalty. 117 me that I must state circumstantially and on honor how the three ball-screws were lost. I couldn't do it, couldn't make out a satisfactory certificate, and had them taken out of my pay. I, the hero of an engagement, who had personally shot a Pawnee, was charged thirty-nine cents for three ball-screws." Emboldened by the Colonel's smiles of grim humor the audience burst into a laugh. "I knew another case," he proceeded. "A young fellow was appointed quartermaster at Puget Sound. About a year after he had sent in his first return he was notified by the Quartermaster General that it did not pro- perly account for certam cap letters, value five cents. In- dignant at what he considered such small-beer fault-find- ing, he immediately mailed five cents to Washington, with a statement that it was intended to cover the defi- ciency. Six months later he received a sharp note from the Quartermaster General, returning him his five cents, informing him that the department was not accustomed to settle accounts in that manner, and directing him to for- ward the proper papers concerning the missing property under penalty of being reported to the Adjutant General. The last I knew of him he was still corresponding on the subject, and hoping that the rebels would take enough of Washington to burn the quartermaster's department. Now, gentlemen, this is not nonsense. It is business and sense, as any bank cashier will tell you. Red-Tapo means order, accuracy, honesty, solvency. A defalcation of five cents is as bad in principle as a defalcation of a million. I tell you these stories to give you an idea of w^hat will be exacted of you some time or other, it may be soon, but certainly at last. I wish you to complete your returns as soon as possible. They ought to have gone in long since. That is all, gentlemen." " I talked to them like a Dutch uncle," said Carter to the captain of the transport, after relating the above inter- view. The fact is that in the regular army Ave generally 113 Miss Ravexel's C ox vers ion left the returns to the first sergeants. When I was in command of a company I gave mine the ten dollars monthly for accountability, and hardly ever saw my papers except when I signed them, all made up and ready to forward. But here the first sergeants, confound them ! don't know so much as the ofiicers. The officers must do every thing personally, and I must set them the example." So much at present for Carter as chief of a volunteer, regiment which it was his duty and pride to transform into a regiment of regulars. Professionally if not person- ally, as a soldier if not as a man, he had an imperious conscience ; and his aristocratic breeding and tolerably liard heart enabled him to obey it in this matter of disci- plme without hesitation or pity. And now, in the calm leisure of this winter voyage over summer seas, let us go back a little in his history, and see what kind of a life his had been outside of the regulations and devoirs of the army. " How rapidly times change !" he said to Colburne m a moment of unusual communicativeness. " Three years ago I expected to take a regiment or so across this gulf on a very different errand. I was, by (this and that) a filibuster and pro-slavery champion m those days; at least by intention. I was closeted with the Lamars and the Soules — the Governor of South Carolina and the Governor of Mississippi and the Governor of Louisiana — the gentle- men who proj^osed to carry the auction-block of freedom into Yucatan, Cuba, the island of Atalantis, and the moon. I exj^ected to be a second Cortez. Xot that I cared much about their pro-slavery projects and palaverings. I was a soldier of fortune, only anxious for active service, pay and promotion. I might have been monarch of all I surveyed by this time, if the world had turned as we ex- pected. But this vv^ar broke up my prosj^ects. They saw it coming, and decided that they must husband their re- sources for it. It was necessary to take sides for a greater Feo:si Secf. ssiox to Loyalty. 119 struggle than the one we wanted. They chose their party, and I chose mine." These confessions were too fragmentary and guarded to satisfy the curiosity of Colburne ; but he subsequently ob- tained information in the South from which he was able to piece out this part of Carter's history ; and the facts are perhaps worth repeating as illustrative of the man and his times. Our knowledge is sufficiently complete to en- able us to decide that the part which he played in the fili- bustering conspiracy was not that of a Burr, but of a Walker, which indeed might be inferred from the fact that he was not intellectually capable of making himself head of a cabal which included some of the cleverest of the keen-sighted (though not far-sighted) statemen of the south. It is no special reflection on the Colonel's brains to say that they were not equal to those of Soule and Jefferson Davis. Moreover a soldier is usually a poor in- triguer, because his profession rarely leads him to appeal to any other influence than open authority : he is not obUged to learn the politician's essential arts of convincmg, wheedling and circumventing ; he simply says to his man Go, and he goeth. Carter, then, was to be the commander of the regiment, or brigade, or division, or whatever might be the proposed force of armed filibusters. There appears to have been no doubt in the minds of the ringleaders as to his fidelity. He was a Virginian born, and of a family which sat in the upj^er seats of the southern oligarchy. Furthermore, he had married a wife and certain appertam- ing human property in Louisiana ; and although he had buried the first, and dissolved the second (as Cleopatra did pearls) in the wine cuj), it was reasonable to suppose that they had exercised an establishing influence on his charac- ter ; for what Yankee even was ever known to remain an abolitionist after having once tasted the pleasure of living by the labor of others ? Moreover he had become agent and honorary stockholder of a company whicli had a new patent rifle to dispose of ; and it was an item of the filibus- 120 Miss T l a v e x e l ' s C o x y j: r s i o x tering bargain that the expeditionary force should be armed with ordnance furnished by this Pennsylvania man- ufactory. Finally, having melted down his own and bis wife's patrimony in the crucible of pleasure, and been driv- en by debts to resign his lieutenancy for something which promised, but did not provide, a better income, he was known to be dreadfully in need of money. It is impossible to make the whole conspiracy a matter of i^lain and positive history. Colburne thought he had learned that at least two or three thousand men were sworn in as officers and soldiers, and that the Governors of several Southern States had pledged themselves to sup- port it, even at the risk of being obliged to bully the venerable public functionary who then occuj^ied the White House. It is certain that councils of state and war were held m the !Mills House at Charleston and in the St. Charles Hotel at New Orleans. It is even asserted that a distmguished southern divme was present at some of these sessions, and gave his blessmg to the plan as one of the most hopeful missionary enterprises of the day ; and the story, ironical as it may seem to misguided Yankees, be- comes seriously credible when we remember that certain devout southerners advocated the slave-trade itself as a means of christianizing benighted Africans. Where the expedition was to go and when it was to sail are still points of uncertainty. Carter himself never told, and per- haps was not let into the secret. His j^art was to draw over as many of his old comi*ades as possible ; to organize the enlisted men into companies and regiments, and to command the force when it should once be landed. Con- cerning the causes of the failure of the enterprise we knoAv nothing more than what he stated to Colburne. The arch conspii'ators foresaw the election of Lincoln, and resolved to save the material and enthusiasm of the South for war at home. It is pretty certain, however, that they sought to brmg Carter's courage and professional ability into the new channel which they had resolved to open for such From Secessiox to Loyalty. 121 qualities ; and we can only wonder that a man of such des- perate fortunes, apparently such a mere Dugald Dalgetty, was not seduced mto treason by their no doubt earnest persuasions and flattermg jH'omises. He may have re- sisted their blandishments merely because he knew thnt the other -side was the strongest and richest; but if we are charitable we will concede that it argued in him some still uneradicated roots of military honor and patriotism. At all events, here he was, confident, cheerful and jealous, going forth to fight for his old flag and his whole coun- try. This vague and unsatisfactory story of the conspii-a- cy would not have been worth relating did it not shed some cloudy light on the man's dubious history and con- tradictory character. We may take it for granted that Captain Colburne de- voted much of his time during this voyage to meditations* on Miss Ravenel. But lovers' reveries not being popular reading in these days, I shall omit all the interesting mat- ter thus oflered, notwithstanding that the young man has my earnest sympathies and good wishes. One summer-like March morning the steam transport, black with men, lay bowing to the snow-like sand-drifts of Ship Island ; and by sunset the regiment was ashore, the camp marked out, tents j^itched, rations cooking, and line formed for dress-parade; an instance of military promptness which elicited the praises of Generals Pheli^s and Butler. It is well known that the expedition against Xew Or- leans started from Ship Island as its base. Over the or- ganization of the enterprise, the battalion and brigade driUs on the dazzling sands, the gun-boat fights m the offing with rebel cruisers from Mobile, the arrival of Far- ragut's frigates and Porter's bomb-schooners, and the grand review of the expeditionary force, I must hurrv without a word of description, although I might make np a volume on these subjects from the newspapers of the day, and from three or four long and enthusiastic letters F 122 Miss Rave x el's Conveesion which Colburne wrote to Ravenel. But these matters do not i^roperly come -\vithin the scope of this narrative, which is biographical and not historical. Parenthetically it may he well to remark that neither Carter nor Col- bm-ne ever referred to Miss Ravenel m their few and brief interviews. The latter was not disposed to talk of her to that listener ; and the fonner was too much occupied with his duties to give much thought to an absent Dul- cinea. The Colonel was no longer in that youthfully ten- der stage when absence mcreases aftection. To make him love it was necessary to have a woman in pretty close personal propinquity. In a month or two from the arrival of the Tenth Barata- ria at Ship Island it was agam on board a transport, this time bound for Xew Orleans via Fort Jackson, * " This part of Louisiana looks as the world must have looked in the marsupial period," says Colburne in a letter to the Doctor written from the Head of the Passes. " There are tAvo narrow but seemmgly endless antennte of land; between them rolls a river and outside of them spreads an ocean. Dry land there is none, for the Mis- sissippi being imusually high the soil is submerged, and the trees and shrubs of these long ribbons of underwood which enclose us have their boles hi the water. I do not understand why the ichthyosauri should have died out in Louisiana, It certamly is not fitted, so far as I can see, for human habitation. May it not have been the chaos {vide Milton) through which Satan floundered ? Miss Ravenel will, I trust, forgive me for this h^-pothesis when she learns that it is suggested by your theory that Lucifer was and is and ever will be peculiarly at home in this part of the world," In a subsequent passage he gives a long account of the famous bombardment of the forts, which I feel obliged to suppress as not strictly biographical, he not being under fire but only an eye-witness and ear- witness of the cannon- ade. One paragraph alone I deem it worth while to copy, From Secession to Loyalty. 123 being a curious analysis of the feelings of the individual in the presence of sublime but monotonous circumstance. " Here we are, m view of what I am told is the greatest bombardment known in maiine, or, as I should call it, am- phibious warfare. You take it for granted, I suppose, that we are in a state of constant and noble excitement ; but the extraordinary truth is that we are in a condition of wearisome ennui and deplorable cTesaeimrement. We are too ignorant of the great scientific problems of war to take an mtelligent mterest in the fearful equation of fleets =forts. We got tired a week ago of the mere auricular pleasure of the incessant bombing. We got tired a day or two afterward of climbing to the crosstrees to look at the fading globes of smoke left aloft in the air by the bursting shells. We are totally tired of the monotonous flow of the muddy river, and the interminable parallel curves of its natural levees and the glassy stretches of ocean which seem to slope upwards toward the eastern and western horizon. We pass our time m playing cards, smoking, grumbling at our wi-etched fare, exchangmg dull gossip and wishing that we might be allowed to do something. Happy is the man who chances once a day to find a clear space of a dozen feet on the crowded deck where he can take a constitutional. Waiting for a belated tram, alone, in a country railroad station, is not half so wearisome." But in a subsequent page of the same letter he makes record of startling events and vivid emotions. " The fleet has forced the passage of the forts. We have had a day and a night of almost crazy excitement. A battle, a victory, a glorious feat of arms has been achieved within our hearing, though beyond our sight .and range of action. A submerged ii'on-clad, one of the wrecks of the enemy's fleet, drifted against our cable, shook us over the edge of eternity, and then floated by harmlessly. Blazing fire-ships have passed us, lighting up the midnight river until its ripples seemed of flame." In another part of the letter he says, " The forts have 124 Miss Rave x el's Coxveksiox surrendered, and we are steaming up the Mississippi in the track of that amazing Farragut. As I look around me Tvith what knowledge of science there is in my eyes, I feel as if I had lived a few millions of years since yesterday ; for within twenty-four hours we have sailed out of the marsupial period into the comparatively modern era of fluvial deposits and luxuriant vegetation. Give my com- pliments to Miss Ravenel, and tell her that I modify my criticisms on the scenery of Louisiana. On either side the land is a livmg emerald. The plantation houses are em- bowered in orange groves — in a glossy mass of brilliant, fragrant verdure. I do not know the names of a quarter of the plants and trees which I see ; but I pass the live- long day in admiring and almost adoring their tropical beauty. We are no welcome tourists, at least not to the white inhabitants ; very few of them show themselves, and they do not answer our cheering, nor hardly look at us ; they walk or ride grimly by, with faces set straight for- ward, as if they could thereby ignore our existence. But to the negroes we evidently appear as friends and redeem- ers. Such joyous gathermgs of dark faces, such deei> chested shouts of welcome and deliverance, such a waving of green boughs and white vestments, and even of picka- ninnies — such a bending of knees and visible praising of God for his long-expected and at last realized mercy, sa- lutes our eyes from morn till night, as makes me grateful to Heaven for this hour of holy triumph. How glorious will be that time, now near at hand, when our re-united country will be free of the shame and curse of slavery !" Miss Ravenel spit in her angry pussy-cat fashion when her father read to her this passage of the letter. " TTe are m Xew Orleans," proceeds Colburne towards the close of this prodigious epistle. " Our regiment was the first to reach the city and to witness the bareness of the once-crowded wharves, the desertion of the streets and the sullen spite of the few remaining inhabitants. I sus- pect that your aristocratic acquaintances have all fled at Fkom Secession to Loyalty. 125 the approach of the Vandal Yankees, for I see only ne- groes, poor foreigners, and rowdies, more savage-looking than the tribes of the Bowery. The spirit of impotent but impertinent hate in this population is astonishing. The ragged news-boys will not sell us a paper — the beggarly restaurants will not furnish us a dmner. ^VTierever I walk I am saluted by mutterings of ' Damned Yankee !' — ' Cut his heart out !' &c. &c. I once more profess allegiance to your theory that this is where Satan's seat is. But the evil spirits who inhabit this city of desolation only grimace and mumble, without attempting any manner of injury. If Miss Ravenel fears that there will be a popular insur- rection and a consequent burning of the city, assure her from me that she may dismiss all such terrors." And here, from mere lack of space rather than of inter- esting matter, I must close my extracts from this incompa- rably elongated letter. I question, by the way, whether Colburne would have covered so much paper had he not been reasonably justified in imagining a pretty family pic- ture of the Doctor reading and Miss Ravenel listening. CHAPTER X. THE EAVEXELS FIXD CAPTAIN COLBUEXE IX GOOD QUAETEES. The spring and summer of 1862 was a time of such peace and pleasantness to the Tenth Barataria as if there had been no war. With the Major General commanding Carter was a favorite, as being a man who had seen ser- vice, a most efficient officer, an old regular and a West Pointer. The Tenth was a pet, as being clean, admirably accoutred, well-disciplined and thoroughly instructed in those formal niceties and watchful severities of guard 126 I\Iiss Ravenel's Cox version duty wliicli are harder to teach to new soldiers than the minutia3 of the manual, or the perplexities of field evo- lutions, or the grim earnestness of fightmg. The Colonel was appointed Major of Xew Orleans, with a suspicion of something handsome in addition to his pay ; the regiment was put on provost duty in the city, instead of being sent into the malarious mud of Camj) Parapet or the feverish trenches of Vicksburgh. Colburne's letters of those days are full of braggadocio about the splendid condition of the Tenth and the peculiar favor with which it was viewed by the commanding general. Doctor Ravenel, in his admiration for the young captain, unwisely published some of these complacent e^^istles, thereby elieitmg retorts and taunts from the literary champions of rival regiments, the esjjrit du corps having already grown into a strong and touchy sentiment among the volunteer organizations. In this new Capua, the onl}^ lap of luxury that our armies found durmg the war, Carter, a curious compound of hardihood and sybaritism, forgot that he wanted to be Hannibal, and that he had not yet fought his Cannae. He gave himself up to lazy pleasures, and even allowed his officers to run to the same, in which they were not much discountenanced by the commandmg general, whose grim, practical humor was perhaps gratified by the spectacle of freeborn mudsills dwelling m the palaces and emptying the wine-cellars of a rebellious aristocracy. If, indeed, an undesirable cub over-stepped some vague boundary, he found himself court-martialed and dismissed the service. But the mass of the regimental officers, being jealous in their light duties and not prominently obnoxious in character, were permitted to live in such circumstances of comfort as they chose to gather about them from the pro- perty of self-exiled secessionists. Thus the regiment went through the season : no battles, no marches, no privations, no exposm-es, no anxieties : not even any weakening loss from the perilous climate. That terrible guardian angel of the land, Yellow Jack, would not come to realize the From Secession to Loyalty. 127 fond predictions of the inhabitants and abolish the alien garrison as a similar seraph destroyed the host of Senna- cherib. . . r^ ^ ' n ^ "Don't you find it hot ?" said a citizen to Captam Col- burne " You'll find it too much for you yet." " Pshaw !" answered the defiant youth. " I've seen it hot- ter than this in Barataria with two feet of snow on the oTound." ^ ^ Durmo- the sprmg Colburn ^I'ote several long letters to the Doctor, with his mind, you may believe, fixed more on Miss Ravenel than on his nommal correspondent. It was a case of moral strabismus, which like many a phy- sical squint, was not without its beauty, and was even quite charmmg to the o-aze of sentimental sympathy. It was a sly carom on the father, with the mtention of pocket- ino- the daughter, but done with a hand rendered so tim- orous by anxiety that the blows seemed to be struck at random The Captam enjoyed this correspondence ; at times he felt all by himself as if he were talking with the youno- lady ; his hazel eyes sparkled and his clear cheeks flushed with the excitement of the imagmary mterview; he dropped his pen and pushed up his wavy brown hair into careless tangles, as was his wont m gleesome conver- sation. But this happiness was not without its counter- weio-ht of trouble, so that there might be no failure of equflibrium m the moral balance of the universe. After Colburne had received two responses to his epistles, there ensued a silence which caused hun many lugubrious mis- givmo-<. Were the Eavenels sick or dead? Had they o-one to Canada or Europe to escape the jealous and exact- hio- loyalty of New England? Were they ofiended at somethmo; which he had written? Was Lillie to be mar- riedto young Whitewood, or some other conveniently pro- pinquitous admirer ? . The truth is that the Doctor had obtamed a permit trom the government to go to Kew Orleans, and that the letter in which he informed Colburne of his plan had miscarried, 128 ]\I I S S li AV E X K L ' S C O X T 12 R S I O X as frequently happened to letters in those days of wide- spread confusion. On a certain scorching day in June he knocked at the door of the neat little brick house whicli had been assigned to the Captain as his quarters. It was opened by an officer in the uniform of a second-lieutenant, a man of remarkable presence, very dark and saturnine in visage, tall and broad-shouldered and huge chested, with the limbs of a Heenan and the ringmg bass voice of a Susini. He informed the visitor that Captam Colburne was out, but insisted with an amicable boisterousness up- on his entermg. He had an elaborate and ostentatious courtesy of manner which puzzled the Doctor, who could not decide whether he was a born and bred gentleman or a professional gambler. " Xearly dinner time, sir,'* he said in a rolling deep tone like mellow thunder. " The Captain will be in soon for that good and sufficient reason. You will dine with us, I hope. Give you some capital wine, sir, out of Mon- sieur Soule's own cave. Take this oaken arm-chair, sir, and allow me to relieve you of your chapcau. What name, may I ask ? — Ah ! Doctor Ravenel. — My God, sir ! the Captain has a letter for you. I saw it on his table a moment ago." He commenced rummaging among papers and Avriting materials with an exhilaration of haste which caused Rav- enel to suspect that he tad taken a bottle or so of the Soule sherry. " Here it is," he exclaimed with a smile of triumph and friendliness. " You had better take it while you see it. If you are a lawyer, sir, you are aware that possession is nine tenths of a title. I beg pardon ; of course you are not a lawver. Or have I the honor to address an L. L. D. ?" " Merely an M. D.," observed Ravenel, and took his letter. " A magnificent profession !" rejomed the sonorous lieu- tenant. " Most ancient and honorable profession. The Feom Secessiox to Loyalty. 129 profession of Esculapius and Hippocrates. The physician is older than the lawyer, and more useful to humanity." Ravenel looked at his letter and observed that it was not post-marked nor sealed ; he opened it, and found that it was from Colburne to himself — intended to go, no doubt, by the next steamer. " I hope it gives you good news from home, sir," ob- served the lieutenant in the most amicable manner. The Doctor bowed and smiled assent as he put the let- ter in his i^ocket, not thinking it worth while to explain matters to a gentleman who was so evidently muddled by the Soule vintages. As his interlocutor rattled on he looked about the room and admired the costly furniture and tasteful ornaments. There were two choice paintings on the paneled walls, and a dozen or so of choice engrav- ings. The damask curtains edged with lace were superb, and so were the damask coverings of the elaborately carved oaken chairs and lounges. The marble mantels and table, and the extravagant tortoise-shell tiroir^ were loaded with Italian cameos, Parisian bronzes, Bohemian glass-ware, Swiss wood-sculpture, and other varieties of European gimcracks. Agamst the wall in one corner leaned four huge albums of photograjjhs and engravings. The Doctor thought that he had never before seen a house in America decorated with such exquisite taste and lavish expenditure. He had not been in it before, and did not know who was its proprietor. " Elegant little box, sir," observed the lieutenant. " It belongs to a gentleman who is now a captain in the rebel service. He built and furnished it for his affinity, an act- ress whom he brought over from Paris, which diso-usted his wife, I understand. Some women are devilish exact- ing, sir." Here the humor of a satyr gleamed in his black eyes and grinned under his black mustache. " You will see her portrait (the affinity's — not the wife's) all over the house, as she appeared in her various charac- F2 180 Miss Ravexel's Conversion ters. And here she is in her morning-gown, in her own natural part of a plain, straight-forward affinity." He pointed witli* another satyr-like grin to a large pho- tograph representing the bust and face of a woman appar- ently twenty-eight or thirty years of age, who could not have been handsome, but, judging by the air of life and cleverness, might have been quite charming. " Intelligent old girl, I should say, sir," continued the cicerone, regardless of the Doctor's look of disgust ; " but not precisely to my taste. I like them more youthful and innocent, with something of the down of girlhood's purity about them. What is your opinion, sir ?" Thus bullied, the Doctor admitted that he entertained much the same preferences, at the same time wishing heartily in his soul that Colburne would arrive. " We have devilish fine times here, sir," pursued the other in his remorseless garrulity. " AYe finished the rebel captain's wine-cellar long ago, and are now living on old Soule's. Emptied forty-six bottles of madeira and cham- pagne yesterday. Select party of loyal friends, sir, from our own regiment, the bullissimo Tenth Barataria." " Ah ! you belong to the Tenth ?" inquired the Doctor with interest. " Yes, sir. Proud to own it, sir. The best regiment in either service. Xot that I enlisted m Barataria. I had the honor of bemg the first man to jom it here. I was in the rebel service, sir, an unwilling victim, dragged as an iimocent sheep to the slaughter, and took a part much a, Bet me by these low Yankees whom we a^TZ'"^^', insulted to-day by a woman who calls herself a lad/ 'V:? "but "l/r/'T'-r ^^^" =^ ^"""^ of retaliation ; itatiL:;o27ded:iK^^^^^^^^^ folly may have deserved^pnSem" ' """"■■ *"'• "'m'llri°f P?P«'-ty ?" ^"^'PPed the young lady tion?' you ask for the sake of argument, or foAnforma- "Our railroad property," stated the Doctor " won't h. worth ^n^uchuntd it is recovered iron, the handTTthe "But that is nearly all our property." "Except this house." " Yes except the house. But how are we to live in ih. house without money ^" « ^^ t. lo live m the Jj^5 to-day. Captain Col^.^be he^eThifXtn! pWe."'"''^-" ^^"^ ^"^-^ ^-"= '-V. '^I-'^-g .Ith It would be delightful to see any amicable visa..e in this city of enemies; and moreover 4e haA „„ "oemims that Captain Colbnrne, thought TX^rjeSmln ly and agreeable; she had even admitted thft heT handsome, though not so handsome as Colot Car^" Soi Ts sTm ^ '"*?',:' r ^"^^ P-Pect of ?ma,e visitoi. As Sam W eller might have phrased it, had he 148 Miss Raven el's Conversion known the lady, a man was Mrs. Larue's " particular wan* ity." The kitchen department of the Ravenels not being yet organized, they dined that day with their relative. The meal over, they went to their own house, Lillie to at- tend to housekeeping duties, and the Doctor to forget all trouble in a box of minerals. Lillie's last words to Mrs. Larue had been, " You must spend the evening with us. This Captain Colbume is right pleasant." " Is he ? We will bring him over to the right side. When he gives up the blue uniform for the grey I shall adore him." " I don't think he will change his coat easily." Tn her own house she continued to think of the Captain's coat, and then of another coat, the same in color, but with two rows of buttons. " Who did you see out, papa ?" she asked presently. " Who did I see out ? Mr. Colburne, as I told you." " Nobody else, papa ?" " I don't recollect," he said absent-mindedly, as he set- tled himself to a microscopic contemplation of a bit of ore. "Don't wrinkle up your forehead so. I wish you wouldn't. It makes you look old enough to have come over with Christopher Columbus." It was a part of her adoration of her father that she could not bear to see in him the least symptoms of increas- ing age. " I don't think that I saw a single old acquaintance," said the Doctor, rubbing his head thoughtfully. " It is as- tonishing how the high and mighty ones have disappeared from this city, where they used to suppose that they de- fied the civilized world. The barbarians didn't know what the civilized world could do to them. The conceited brag- gadocia of Xew Orleans a year ago is a most comical re- miniscence now, in the midst of its speechless terror and submission. One can't help thinking of frogs sitting around their own puddle and trying to fill the universe with their roarinojs. Some urchin throws a stone into the Fkom Secession to Loyalty. 149 puddle. You see fifty pairs of legs twinkle in the air, and the nproar is followed by silence. It was just so here. The United States pitched Farragut and Butler into the puddle of secession, and all our political roarers dived out of sight. Many of them are still here, but they keep their noses under water. By the way, I did see twc^of my old students, Bradley and John Akers. Bradley told me that the rebel authorities maintained a pretence of victory un- til the last moment, probably in order to keep the popu- lace quiet while they got themselves and their property out of the city. He was actually reading an official bulle- tin stating that the Yankee fleet had been sunk in passing the forts when he heard the bang, bang, bang of Farra- gut's cannonade at Chalmette. Akers was himself at Chalmette. He says that the Hartford came slowly around the bend below the fort with, a most provoking comjoosure. They immediately opened on her with all their artillery. She made no reply and began to turn. They thought she was about to run away, and hurrahed lustily. Suddenly, whang ! crash ! she sent her whole broadside into them. Akers says that not a man of them waited for a second salute ; they started for the woods in a body at full speed ; he never saw such running. Their heels twinkled like the heels of the frog that I spoke of" " But they made a good fight at the forts, papa." " My dear, the devil makes a good fight against his Maker. But it is small credit to him — it only proves his amazing stupidity." " Papa," said Lillie after a few minutes of silence, " I think you might let those stones alone and take me out to walk." " To-morrow, my child. It is nearly sunset now, and Mr. Colburne may come early." A quarter of an hour later he laid aside his minerals and picked up his hat. " Where are you going ?" demanded Lillie eagerly and almost pettishly. It was a question that she never failed 150 Miss Ravexel's Conversion to put to him in that same semi-aggrieved tone every time that he essayed to leave her. She did not want him to go out unless she went in his company. If he would go, it was, " When will you come back ?" and when he returned it was, " Where have you been ?" and " Who did you see ?" and " What did he say ?" &c. &c. Never was a child so hjfimted by a pet sheep, or a handsome husband by a i^lain wife, as was this charming papa by his doating daughter. " I am going to Dr. Elderkin's," said Ravcnel. " I hear that he has been kind enough to store my electrical ma- chine during our absence. He was out when I called on him this morning, but he was to be at home by six this evening. I am anxious to see the machine." " Oh, papa, don't ! How can you be so addled about your sciences ! You are just like a little boy come home from a visit, and pulling over his playthings. Do let the machine go till to-morrow." " My dear, consider how costly a plaything it is. I couldn't replace it for five hundred dollars." " When will you come back ?" demanded Lillie. " By half-past seven at the latest. Brmg in Mrs. Larue to help entertain Captain Colburne ; and be sure to ask him to wait for me." When he quitted the house Lillie went to the window and watched him until he was out of sight. She always had a childish aversion to bemg left alone, and solitude was now particularly objectionable to her, so forsaken did she feel in this city where she had once been so happy. After a time she remembered Captain Colburne and the social duties of a state of young ladyhood. She hurried to her room, licchted both o:as-burners, turned their fiiU luminosity on the mirror, loosened up the flossy waves of her blpnde hair, tied on a pink ribbon-knot, and then a blue one, considered gravely as to wliicli was the most becoming and finally took a profile view of the effect by means of a hand-glass, prinking and turnmg and adjusting From Secession to Loyalty. 151 her plumage like a canary. She was conscientiously aware, you perceive, of her obligation to put herself in suitable condition to please the eye of a visitor. She was not a learned woman, nor an unpleasantly strong-minded one, but an average young lady of good breedmg — just such as most men fall in love with, who wanted social success, and depended for it upon pretty looks and pleas- ant ways. By the time that these private devoirs were accomplished Mrs. Larue entered, bearing marks of having given her person a similar amount of fastidious attention. Each of these ladies saw what the other had been about, but neither thought of being surprised or amused at it. To their minds such preparation was j^erfectly natural and womanly, and they would have deemed the absence of it a gross piece of untidiness and boorishness. Mrs. Larue put Lillie's blue ribbon-knot a little more oif her forehead, and Lillie smoothed out an almost imperceptible wrmkle m 3Irs. Larue's waist-belt. I am not positively sure, m- deed, that waist-belts were then worn, but I am willing to take my oath that some small office of the kmd was rendered. Of course it would be agreeable to have a scene here between Colburne and Miss Ravenel ; some burnmg w^ords to tell, some thrilling looks to describe, such as might 'show how they stood with regard to each other — some- thing which would visibly advance both these yoimg per- sons' heart-histories. But they behaved in a disappoint- ingly well-bred manner, and entirely refrained from turn- ing their feelings wrong side outwards. With the excep- tion of Miss Ravenel's inveterate blush and of a slightly unnatural rapidity of utterance in Captain Colburne, they met like a young lady and gentleman who were on excel- lent terms, and had not seen each other for a month or two. This is not the way that heroes and heroines meet on the boards or m some romances ; but in actual human society they frequently balk our expectations m just this 152 Miss Uavexel's Conversion manner. Mclo-dramatically considered real life is frequent- ly a foilure. " You don't know how pleasant it is to me to meet you and your father," said Colburne. " It seems like New Bos- ton over again." The time during which he had known tlie Ravenels at New Boston was now a pasture of very delightful things to his memory. "It is pleasant to me because it seems like Xew Or- leans," laughed Miss Lillie. " Xo, not much like New Or- leans, either," she added. " It used to be so gay and amusing ! You have made an awfully sad place of it with your patriotic invasion." " It is bad to take medicine," he replied. " But it is better to take it than to stay sick. If you will have the self-denial to live ten years longer, you will see Xew Or- leans more prosperous and lively than ever." " I shan't like it so well. "V\"e shall be nobodies. Our old friends will be driven out, and there will be a new set Avho won't know us." " That depends on yourselves. They will be glad to know you, if you will let them. I understand that the jSTapoleonic aristocracy courts the old out-of-place oligar- chy of the Faubourg St. Germain. It will be like that, here, I presume." Mrs. Larue had at first remained silent, playing off a pretty little game of shyness ; but seeing that the young peoj^le had nothing special to say to each other, she gave way to her sociable instincts and joined in the conversa- tion. " Captain Colburne, I will promise to live the ten years," she saicL " I want to see Xew Orleans a metropolis. We ha^e failed. You shall succeed ; and I will admire your success." The patriotic young soldier looked frankly gratified. He concluded that the lady was one of the far-famed Unionists • of the South, a race then really about as extinct as the Fkom Secession to Loyalty. 153 rledo, but deTOutly believed in by the sanguine masses of the Xorth, and of\vhich our officers at Xew Orleans were consequently much in search. He began to talk gaily, pushing his hair up as usual when in good spirits, and laughing heartily at the slightest approach to wit, whether made by himself or another. Some people thought that Mr. Colburne laughed too much for thorough good breed- ing. " I feel quite weighted by what you expect," he said. " T want to go to work immediately and build a brick and plaster State-house like ours in Xew Boston. I suppose every metropolis must have a State-house. But you mustn't expect too much of me ; yon mustn't watch me too close. I shall want to sleep occasionally in the ten years." " We shall look to see you here from time to time," re- joined Mrs. Larue. " You may be sure that I shan't forget that. There are other reasons for it besides my admiration for your loyal sentiments," said Colburne, attempting a double-shotted compliment, one projectile for each lady. At that imputation of loyal sentiments Lillie could hardly restrain a laugh ; but Mrs. Larue, not in the least disconcerted, bowed and smiled graciously. " I am sorry to say," he continued, " that most of the ladies of New Orleans seem to regard us with a perfect hatred. When I pass them in the street they draw them- selves aside in such a way that I look in the first attain- able mirror to see if I have the small-pox. They are dreadfully sensitive to the presence of Yankees. They re- mind me of the catarrhal gentleman who sneezed every time an ice-cart drove by his house. Seriously they abuse us. I was dreadfully set down by a couple of women in black this morning. They entered a street car in which I was. There were several citizens present, but not one of them offered to give up his place. I rose and offered them mine. They no more took it than if they knew^ that I had scalped all their relatives. They surveyed me from head 154 Miss Ravenel's Conversion to foot with a lofty scorn which made them seem fifty feet high and fifty years okl to my terrified optics. They hissed out, * We accej^t nothuig from Yankees,' and re- mained standing. The hiss would have done honor to Rachel or to the geese who saved Rome." The two listeners laughed and exchanged a glance of comprehension. " Offer them your hand and heart, and see if they won't accept something from a Yankee," said Mrs. Larue. Colburne looked a trifle disconcerted, and because he did so Miss Ravenel Mushed. In both these young j^er- sons there Avas a susceptibility, a promptness to take alarm with regard to hymenial subjects which indicated at least that they considered themselves old enough to marry each other or somebody, whether the event would ever happen or not. " I suppose Miss Ravenel thmks I was served perfectly right," observed Colburne. " If I see her standing in a street car and offer her my seat, I suppose she will say somethmg crushing." He 23referred, you see, to talk apropos of Miss Ravenel, rather than of Mrs. Larue or the Langdons. " Please don't fail to try me," observed Lillie. " I hate to stand up unless it is to dance." As Colburne had not been permitted to learn dancing m his younger days, and had felt ashamed to undertake it in what seemed to him his present fullness of years, he had nothing. to say on the new idea suggested. The speech even made him feel a little uneasy : it sounded like an implication that Miss Ravenel preferred men who danced to men who did not: so fastidiously jealous and sensitive are people who are ever so slightly in love. In this wandering and suj^erficial way the conversation rippled along for nearly an hour. Colburne had been nonplussed from the beginning by not finding his young lady alone, and not being able therefore to say to her at least a few of the affectino- thinojs which were in the hot- Fro:m Secession to Loyalty. 155 torn of his heart. He had amved at the house full of 2)leasant emotion, believing that he should certainly over- flow with warm expressions of friendship if he did not absolutely pour forth a torrent of passionate affection. Mrs. Larue had dropped among his agreeable bubbles of expectation like a piece of ice into a goblet of cham- pagne, taking the life and effervescence out of the generous fluid. He was occupied, not so much in talking or listen- ing, as m cogitating how he could bring the conversa- tion into congeniality with his own feelmgs. By the way, if he had found Miss Ravenel alone, I doubt whether he would have dared say any thing to her of a startling nature. He over-estimated her and was afraid of her ; he under-estimated himself and was too modest. Lillie had repeatedly wondered to herself why her father did not come. At last she looked at her Avatch and exclaimed with anxious astonishment, " Half past eight ! Why, Yictorine, where can papa be ?" " At Doctor Elderkin's without doubt. Once that two men commence on the politics they know not how to finish." " I don't believe it," said the girl with the unreasona- bleness common to affectionate people when they are anx- ious about the person they like. " I don't believe he is staying there so long. I am afraid something has happened to him. He said he would certainly be back by half past seven. He relied on seeing Captain Colburne. I really am very anxious. The city is in such a dreadful state !" " I will go and inquire for him," offered Colburne. " Where is Doctor Elderkin's ?" " Oh, my dear Captain ! don't think of it," objected Mrs. Larue. " You, a federal officer, you would really be in danger in the streets at night, in this imguarded part of the city. You would certainly catch harm from our canaille. Re-assure yourself, cousin Lillie. Your father, a citizen, is in no peril." Mrs. Larue really believed that the Doctor ran little 156 Miss Ravexel's Conversion risk, but her main object in talking Avas to start an interest between herself and the young officer, lie smiled at the idea of his being attacked, and, disregarding the aunt, looked to the niece for orders. Miss RaA'enel thought that he hesitated through fear of the canaille, and gave him a glance of impatience bordermg disagreeably close on an- ger. Smarting under the injustice of this look he said quietly, " I will bring you some news before long," in- quired the way to the Elderkin house, and went out. At the first turning he came upon a man sittmg on a flight of front-door steps, and wiping from his fac-e with his hand- kerchief somethmg which showed like blood in the gas- light. "Is that you, Doctor?" he said. "-Are you hurt? What has happened ?" " I have been struck. — Some blackguard struck me. — With a bludgeon, I think." Colburne picked up his hat, aided in bandaging a cut on the forehead, and offered his arm. " It does'nt look very bad, does it ?" said Ravenel. " I thought not. My hat broke the force of the blow. But still it prostrated me. I am really very much obliged to you," " Have you any idea who it was ?" ." N'ot the least. Oh, it's only an ordinary Xew Or- leans salutation. I knew I was in Xew Orleans Avhen I was hit, just as the shipwrecked man knew he was in a Christian country when he saw a gallows." " You take it very coolly, sir. You would make a good soldier." " I belong in the city. It is one of our pretty ways to brain people by surprise. I never had it happen to me before, but I have always contemplated the possibility of it. I wasn't in the least astonished. How lucky I had on that deformity of civilization, a stiff beaver ! I will wear nothmg but beavers henceforward. I swear allegiance to them, as Baillie Jarvie did to guid braidcloth. A brass From Secession to Loyalty. 157 helmet T^^ould be still better. Somebody ought to get up a dress hat of aluminum for the New Orleans market." " Oh, papa !" screamed Lillie, when she saw him enter • on Colburne's arm, his hat smashed, his face pale, and a streak of half- wiped blood down the bridge of his nose. She was the whitest of the two, and needed the most at- tention for a mmute. Mrs. Larue excited Colburne's ad- miration by the cool efficiency with which she exerted herself— bringmg water, sponges and bandages, washing the cut, bindmg it up artistically, and finishmg the treat- ment with a glass of sherry. Her late husband used to be brought home occasionally in similar condition, except that he took his sherry, and a great deal of it too, in ad- vance. "It was one of those detestable soldiers," exclaimed Lillie. " No, my dear," said the Doctor. " It was one of our own excellent people. They are so ardent and impulsive you know. They have the southern heart, always fired up. It was some old acquaintance, you may depend, al- though I did not recognize him. As he struck me he said, ' Take that, you Federal spy.' He added an epithet that I doli't care to repeat, not believing that it apj^lies to me. I think he would have renewed the attack but for the ap- proach of some one, probably Captain Colburne. You owe him a word of thanks, Lillie, particularly after what you have said about soldiers." The young lady held out her hand to the Captam with an impulse of gratitude and compunction. He took it and could not resist the temptation of stoopmg and kissing it, whereupon her white face flushed mstantaneously to a crimson. Mrs. Larue smiled knowingly and said, " That is mnj French, Captain ; you will do admirably for New Orleans." " He doesn't know all the pretty manners and customs of the place," remarked the Doctor, who was not evidently displeased at the kiss. " He hasn't yet learned to knock 158 Miss Ravexel's Coxversion down elderly gentlemen because tliey disagn.'e witli him in politics. They are awfully behmd-hand at the North, Mrs. Larue, in those social graces. The mudsill Sumner was too unpolished to think of clubbing the brains out of the gentleman Brooks. He boorishly undertook to settle a question of right and justice by argument." " You must'nt talk so much, papa," urged Lillie. " You ought to go to bed." Colburne bade them good evening, but on reaching the door stopped and said, " Do you feel safe here ?" Lillie looked grateful and wishful, as though she would have liked a guard ; but the Doctor answered, " Oh, per- fectly safe, as far as concerns that fellow. He ran off too much frightened to attempt any thing more at present. So much obliged to you !" Xevertheless, a patrol of the Tenth Barataria did arrive in the vicmity of the Ravenel mansion during the night, and scoured the streets till daybreak, arresting every man who carried a cane and could not give a good account of himself. In a general way, New Orleans was a safer l^lace in these times than it had been before since it was a village. I may as well say here that the perpetrator of this assault was not discovered, and that the adventure had no results except a day or two of headache to the Doctor, and a considerable progress in the conversion of Miss Ravenel from the doctrine of state sovereignty. Women, especially warm-hearted women offended in the persons of those whom they love, are so terribly illogical ! If Mr. Secretary Seward, with all his constitutional lore and persuasive eloquence, had argued with her for thi-ee weeks, he could not have converted her ; but the moment a southern ruffian knocked her father on the head, she be- gan to see that secession was indefensible, and that the American Union ought to be preserved. " It was a mere sporadic outbreak of our local light- heartedness," observed Ravenel, speaking of the outrage. " The man had no designs — no permanent malice. He From Secession to Loyalty. 159 merely took advantage of a charming opportunity. He saw a loyal head within reach of his bludgeon, and he m- stinctively made a clutch at it. The finest gentlemen of the city would have done as much under the same tempta- tion." ^ CHAPTER Xn. COLOXEL CAETER BEFEIEXDS THE EAVEXELS. Captaen^ Colbuexe indulged in a natural expectation that the kiss which he had laid on Miss Ravenel's hand Avould draw him nearer to her and render their relations more sentimentally sympathetic. He did not base his hopes, however, on the imj^ression produced by the mere phy- sical contact of the salute ; he had such an exalted opm- ion of the young lacly's spiritual purity that he never thought of believing that she could be influenced by any simply carnal impulses, however innocent; and further- more he was himself in a too exalted and seraphic state of feeling to attach much importance to the mere motion of the blood and thrillings of the spinal marrow. But he did think, in an unreasonmg, blindly longing way, that the fact of his having kissed her once was good reason for hoping that he might some day kiss her again, and be per- mitted to love her T\dthout exciting her anger, and possi- bly even gain the wondrous boon of being loved by her. Notwithstandmg his practical New England education, and his individual sensitiveness at the idea of doing or so much as meditatmg any thmg ridiculous, he diifted into certam reveries of conceivable interviews with the young lady, wherem she and he gradually and sweetly approx- inated until matrimony seemed to be the only natural con- clusion. But the next time he called at the Ravenel house, he found Mrs. Larue there, and, what was worse. Colonel 160 Miss Raven el's Cox version Carter. Lillie remembered the kiss, to be sure, and blushed at the sight of the giver ; but she preserved her self-j^ossession in all other resj^ects, and was evidently not a charmed victim. I think I am able to assure the reader that in her head the osculation had given birth to no re- veries. It is true that for a moment it had startled her greatly, and seemed to awaken in her some mighty and mysterious influence. But it is also true that she was half angry at huu for troubling her spiritual nature so po- tently, and that on the whole he had not advanced him- self a single step in her affections by his audacity. If any thing, she treated him with more reserve and kept him at a greater distance than before. ]Mrs. Larue did her best to make up for the indifference of Lillie, and to reward Colburne, not so much for his friendly offices of the evening previous, as for his other and in her eyes much greater merits of bemg young and handsome. The best that the widow could offer, however, was little to the Captain - indeed had she laid her heart, hand and fortune at his feet he would only have been em- barrassed by the unacceptable benificence ; and he was even somewhat alarmed at the dangerous glitter of her eyes and freedom of her conversation. It must be under- stood here that Madame's devotion to him, fervent as it seemed, was not whole-hearted. She would have preferred to harness the Colonel into her triumjihal chariot, and had only given up that idea after a series of ineffectual efforts. Some men can be driven by a cimning hand through flirt- ations which they do not enjoy, just as a spiritless horse can be held down and touched up, to a creditable trot ; but Carter was not a nag to be managed m this way, being too experienced and selfish, too willful by nature and too much accustomed to domineer, to allow himself to be guided by a jockey whom he did not fancy. Could she have got at him alone and often enough she might perhaps have broken him in ; for she knew of certain secret methods of rareyizmg gentlemen which hardly evei FPvOii Secession to Loyalty. 1G1 fail upon persons of Carter's physical and moral nature ; but thus far she had found neither the time nor the juxta- position necessary to a trial of her system. Accordingly she had been obliged to admit, and make the best of, the fact that he was resolved to do the most of his talkmo^ with Miss Ravenel. Leave the two alone she could not, according to Xew Orleans ideas of propriety, and so was compelled for a tune to play what might be called a foot- man's part in conversation, standing behind and listening. It was a pleasant relief from this experience to take the ribbons in her own hands and drive the tractable though reluctant Colburne. Whrle the Colonel and Lillie talked in the parlor, the Captain and Mrs. Larue held long dia- logues in the balcony. He let her have the major part of these conversations because she liked it, because he felt no particular spirit for it, and because as a listener he could glance oftener at Miss Ravenel. Although a younger man than Carter and a handsomer one, he never thought to outshine him, or, in ©ommon j)arlance, to cut him out ; holding him in too high respect as a superior officer, and looking up to him also with that deference which most homebred, unvitiated youth accord to mature worldlmgs. The mnocent country lad bows to the courtly roue because he perceives his polish and does not suspect his corruption. Captain Colburne and Miss Ravenel were similarly m- nocent and juvenile m their worshipful appreciation of Colonel Carter. The only difference was that the former, bemg a man, made no secret of his admiration, while the latter, bemg a marriageable young lady, covered hers un- der a mask of playful raillery. *' Are you not ashamed," she said, " to let me catch you tyrannizing over my native city ?" " Don't mention it. Havn't the heart to go on much longer. I'y resign the mayoralty to-day if you will ac- cept it." " Offer it to my father, and see if I don't accept for him." This was a more audacious thrust than the young lady c 162 Miss R a yen el's Conversion was aware of. The idea of a civilian mayor was one that High Authority considered feasible, provided a citizen could be found who was loyal enough to deserve the post, and influential enough to pay for it by building up that so much-desired Union party. " A good suggestion," said the Colonel. " I shall res- pectfully refer it to the distinguished consideration of the commanding general." He entertained no such intention, the extras of his mayoralty being exceedmgly important to hun in view of the extent and costly nature of his present domestic estab- lishment. " Oh, don't !" answered Miss Ravenel. " Why not ? if you please." " Because that would be bribing me to turn Yankee out- right." This brief passage in a long conversation suggested to Carter that it might be well for himself to procure some position or profitable employment for the out-of-work Doc- tor. If a man seems likely to appropriate your peaches, one of the best things that you can do is to ofier him some- body else's apples. Moreover he actually felt a sincere and even strong interest in th@ worldly welfare of the Ravenels. By a little dexterous questioning he found that, not only was the Doctor's college bare of students, but that his railroad stock paid nothmg, and that, m short, he. had lost all his property except his house and some small bank deposits. Ravenel smilingly admitted that he had been justly punished for mvestingin anything wliicli bore even a, geographical relation to the crime of slavery. He received with bewildered though courteously calm as- tonishment a proposition that he should try his hand at a sugar speculation. " I beg pardon. I really don't understand," said he. " I am so unaccustomed to business transactions." " Why, you buy the sugar for six cents a pound and sell it for twenty." Fkom Secession to Loyalty. 163 " Bless me, what a profit ! Why don't business men take adrantage of the opportunity ?" " Because they havn't the opportunity. Because it re- quires a permit from the powers that be to get the sugar." " Oh ! confiscated sugar. I comprehend. But I suj)- posed that the Government — " " You don't comprehend at all, my dear Doctor. Xot confiscated sugar, but sugar that we can't confiscate — sugar beyond our reach — beyond the lines. You must understand that the rebels want quinine, salt, shoes, gold and lots of things. We want sugar and cotton. A bar- ter is effected, and each party is benefited. I should call it a stupid arrangement and contrary to the laws of war, only that it is permitted by — by very high authority. At all events, it is very profitable and perfectly safe." " You really astonish me," confessed the Doctor, whose looks expressed even more amazement than his language. " I should have considered such a trade nothing less than treasonable." '* I don't mean to say that it isn't. But I am willmg to make allowances for the parties who engage in it, consid- ering whose auspices they act under. As I was saying, the trade is contrary to the articles of war. It is giving aid and comfort to the enemy. But the powers that be, for unknown reasons which I am of course bound to re- spect, grant permits to certain persons to bring about these exchanges. I don't doubt that such a permit could be obtained for you. Will you accept it ?" " Would you accept it for yourself?" asked the Doctor. "I am a United States officer," replied the Colonel, squaiing his shoulders. "And a born Virginian gen- tleman," he was about to add, but checked himself By the way, it is remarkable how rarely this man spoke of his native State. It is likely enough that he had some remorse of conscience, or rather some qualms of sentiment, as to the choice which he had made in fighting against, instead of for, the Old Dominion. If he ever mentioned 1G4 Miss Rat ex el's Conversion lier name, it was simply to express his pleasure that he was not warring w^ithin her borders. In other respects it would have been difficult to infer from his conversation that he was a southerner, or that he was conscious of be- ino- any thing but a graduate of West Point and an officer of°the United States army. But it was only in political matters that he was false to his birth-place. In his strong passions, his capacity for domestic sympathies, his strange conscience (as sensitive on some points as callous on others), his spendthrift habits, his inclination to swearing and drinking, his mixture in short of gentility and bar- barism, he was a true child of his class and State. He was a Virginian in his vacillation previous to a decision, and in the vigor which he could exhibit after having once decided. A Virginian gentleman is popularly supposed to be a combination of laziness and dignity. But this is an error; the type would be considered a marvel of energy in some countries ; and, as we have seen in this war, it is capable of amazing activity, audacity and perseverance. Of all the States which have fought against the . Union Virginia has displayed the most formidable military qual- ities. ■" And I am a United States citizen," said the Doctor, as firmly as the Colonel, though without squarmg his shoulders or making any other physical assertion of lofty character. " Very well. — You mean it, I suppose. — Of course you do. — You are quite right. It isn't the correct thing, this trade, as a matter of course. Still, knowing that it was allowed, and not knowing how you might feel about it, I thought I would offer you the chance. It pays like pii-a- cy. I have known a single smuggle* to net forty thou- sand dollars, after paying hush money and every thing." " Shocking !" said the Doctor. " But you mustn't thmk that I am not obliged to you. I really am grateful for your interest in my well-being. Only I can't accept. Some men have virtue strong enough to survive such From Secession to Loyalty. 165 things ; but I fear that my character is of too low and fee- ble a standard." • "You are not offended, I hope," observed the Colonel after a thoughtful pause, during which he debated whether he should offer the Doctor the mayoralty, and de- cided in the negative. " Not at all. I beg you to believe, not at all. But how is it possible that such transactions are not checked !" he exclaimed, recurring to his amazement. " The govern- ment ought to be informed of them." "Who is to inform? Xot the barterers nor their abet- tors, I suppose. You don't expect that of these business fellows. You think perhaps that I ought to expose the thing. But in the army we obey orders without criticising our superiors publicly. Suppose I should inform, and find myself unable to prove any thing, and be dismissed the service." The Doctor hung his head in virtuous discouragement, admitting to himself that this world is indeed an unsatis- factory planet. " You may rely upon my secrecy concerning all this, Colonel," he said. " I do so ; at least so far as regards your authority. As for the trade itself, I don't care how soon it is blown upon." If the Colonel had been a quoter of poetry, which ho was not, he would probably have repeated as he walked homeward '• An honest man's the noblest work of God." What he did say to himself was, " By Jove ! I must get the Doctor a good thing of some sort." Ten days later he called at the house with a second proposition which astonished Ravenel almost as much as the first. " Miss Ravenel," he said, " you are a very influential person. Every body who knows you admits it. Mr. Col- burne admits it. I admit it." Lillie blushed with unusual heartmess and tried in vain 166 Miss Raven el's Conversion to think of some saucy answer. The Colonel's quizzical smile, histfree and easy compliments and confident ad- dress, sometimes touched the pride of the young lady, and made her desire to rebel against him. " I want you," he continued, " to persuade Doctor Rav- enel to be a colonel." " A colonel !" exclaimed father and daughter. , " Yes, and a better colonel than half those in the ser- vice." " On which side, Colonel Carter ?" asked Miss Ravenel, who saw a small chance for vengeance. " Good heavens ! Do you suppose I am recruiting for lebel regiments ?" " I didn't know but Mrs. Larue might have brought you over." The Colonel laughed obstreperously at the insinuation, not in the least dashed by its pertness. " No, it's a loyal regiment ; black in the face with loy- alty. General Butler has decided on organizing a force out of the free colored population of the city." '' It isn't possible. Oh, what a shame !" exclaimed Lillie. The Doctor said nothing, but leaned forward with marked mterest. " There is no secret about it," continued Carter. " The thing is decided on, and will be made public immediately. But it is a disagreeable affair to handle. It will make an awful outcry, here and every where. It wouldn't be wise to identify the Government too closely with it until it is sure to be a success. Consequently the darkies will be en- rolled as militia — State troops, you see — just as your rebel friend Lovell, Miss Ravenel, enrolled them. Moreover, to give the arrangement a further local character it is thought best to have at least one of the regiments commanded by some well known citizen of New Orleans. I proposed this idea to the General, and he doesn't think badly of it. Now who will sacrifice himself for his country ? Who From Secession to Loyalty. 167 will make the niggers in uniform respectable? Doctor, will you do it ?" " Papa, you shall do no such thing," cried Lillie, thorough- ly provoked. Then, reproachfully, " Oh, Colonel Car- ter !" The Colonel laughed with immovable good humor, and surveyed her pretty wrath with calm admiration. " Be quiet, my child," pronounced the Doctor with an unusual toije of authority. " Colonel, I am interested, exceedingly interested m what you tell me. The idea is admirable. It will be a lasting honor to the man who con- ceived it." " Oh, papa !" protested Lillie. She was slightly union- ized, but not in the least abolitionized. "I am delighted that General Butler has resolved to take the resnonsibility of it," continued the Doctor. " Our free negroes are really a respectable class. Many of them are wealthy and well educated. In the whole south Gen- eral Butler could not have found another so favorable a place to try this experiment as Xew Orleans." " I am glad you think so," answered the Colonel ; but he said it with an air of no great enthusiasm. In fact how could an old army officer, a West Point military Brahmin and a Virginian gentleman look with favor at first sight on the plan of raising nigger regiments ? "But as for the colonelcy," contmued the Doctor. " Are you positively serious in making me that proposi- tion ?" "Positively." " Why, I am no more fit to be a Colonel than I am to be a professor of Sanscrit and Chinese literature." " That need'nt stand in the way at all. That is of no consequence." Ravenel laughed outright, and waited for an explan- ation. " Your Lieutenant-Colonel and Major Avill be experienced officers— that is, for volunteers," said Carter. " They will know the drill, at any rate. Your part will be simply to 168 Miss R a v e n e l ' s C o n v e r s i o x give the thing a local coloring, as if the New Orleans people had got it up among themselves." Here he burst into a horse-laugh at the idea of saddling Louisianians with the imputation of desiring and raising nigger soldiers for putting down the rebellion and slavery. ^' You TV-ill have nothing to do with the regiment," he went on. As soon as it is organized, or under way, you will be detached. You will be superintendent gf negro ed- ucation, or superintendent of negro labor, or something of that sort. You will have the rank and pay of Colonel, you see ; but your work will be civil instead of military ; it will be for the benefit of the niggers." " Oh, indeed !" answered the Doctor, his face for the first time showing that the proposition had for him a pole of attraction. " So officers can be detached for such f>ur- poses ? It is perfectly honorable, is it ?" " Quite so. Army custom. About the same thing as making an officer a provost-marshal, or military governor, or mayor." " Really, I am vastly tempted. I am vastly flattered and very grateful. I must think of it. I will consider it seriously." In his philanthropic excitement he rose and walked the room for some minutes. The windows were open and ad- mitted what little noise of population there was in the street, so that Miss Ravenel and the Colonel, sitting near each other, could exchange a few words without being overheard by the abstracted Doctor. I suspect that the young lady was more angry at this moment than on any previous occasion recorded in the present history. Col- burne would have quailed before her evident excitement, but Colonel Carter, the widower, faced her with a smile of good-natured amusement. Seeuig that there was no pros- pect of striking a panic iuto the foe, she made a flanking movement instead of a direct attack. " What do you suppose the old army will think of the negro regiment plan ?" F E o :m S e c e s s I o X to Loyalty. 169 " Vin ordinaire^ I suiDpose." " Then how cBi you advise my father to go into a thing which you call vin ordinaire P" she demanded, her lips trembling with an agitation which was partly anger, and partly alarm at her own audacity. As this was a question which Carter could not answer satisfactorily without telling her that he knew how poor her father was, and also knew what a bad thing poverty was, he made no reply, but rose and sauntered about the room with his thumbs in his vest pockets. And Lillie was so curiously m awe of this mature man, who said what he pleased and was silent when he pleased, that she made no further assault on him. " I must confess," said the Doctor, resuming his seat, " that this is. a most attractive and flattering proposition. I am vain enough to believe that I could be of use to this poor, ignorant, brutish, down-trodden, insulted, plun- dered race of pariahs and helots. If I could organize ne- gro labor in Louisiana on a basis just and profitable to all parties, I should consider myself more honored than by being made President of the United States in ordinary times. If I could be the means of educating their dark- ened minds and consciences to a decent degree of Christian intelligence and virtue, I would not exchange my good name for that of a Paul or an ApoUos. My only objection to this present 2)lan is the colonelcy. I should be in a false position. I should feel myself to be ridiculous. !N'ot ' that it is ridiculous to be a colonel," he explained, smiling, " but to wear the uniform and receive the pay of a colonel without being one — there is the satire. Xow could not that point be evaded? Could I not be made superintendent of negro labor without being burdened with the military dignity ? I really feel some conscientious scruples on the matter, quite aside from my desire not to appear al)- surd. I should be willing to do the work for less pay, provided I could escape the livery. I am sorry to give you any trouble when I am already under such obhga H ITO Miss Raven el's Conversion tions. But would you have the kindness to inquire whether this superintendency could n^ be established without attaching to it the military position ?" " Certainly. But I foresee a difficulty. Will the Gene- ral dare to found such an office, and set aside public money for its salary ? I suppose he has no legal right toj do it. Detach an officer for the purpose — that is all very simple and allowable ; it's army fashion. But when it comes to founding new civil offices, you trench upon State or Federal authority. Besides, this superintendency of negro labor is going to be a heavy thmg, and the Gene- i"al may want to keep it directly under his own thumb, as lie can do if the superintendent is an army officer. How- ever, I will ask your question. And, if the civil office can be founded, you will accept it ; is it not so ?" " I do accept. Most gratefully, most proudly." " But how if the supermtendency can't be had without the colonelcy ?" " Why, then I — T fear I shall be forced to decline. I really don't feel that I can j^lace myself in a false position. Only don't suppose that I am unconscious of my profound obligations to you." " What an old trump of a Don Quixote !" mused the Colonel as he lit his segar in the street for the walk home- ward. " It's devilish handsome conduct in him ; but, by Jove ! I don't believe the old fellow can aiiord it. I'm afraid it will be up-hill work for him to get a decent living in this wicked world, however he may succeed in the next." A few mmutes later a cold chill of worldly wisdom struck through his enthusiasm. " He hasn't starved long enough to biing him to his milk," he thought. " When he gets down to his last dol- lar, and a thousand or two below it, he won't be so par- ticular as to how he lines his pockets." The Colonel almost felt that a civilian had no right to such a delicate and costly sense of honor. He would have From Secessiox to Loyalty. 171 been rather glad to have the Doctor enter into some of these schemes for getting money, inasmuch as this same filthy lucre was all that Miss Ravenel needed to make her • a very attractive partie. The next day he repaired at the easiest office hours to head-quarters, and j^lead earnestly to have the proposed superintendency founded on the ba- sis of a civil office, the salary to be furnished by the State or by the city, or by a per-centage levied on the wa-es of the negroes. But the Proconsul did not like to assume 8uch a responsibility, and moreover would not sympathise 7 ^^^/^^^to^-'s fastidiousness on the subject of the uni- torm. The Colonel hurried back to Ravenel and uro-ed him to accept the military appomtment. He repeated" to him, ^^ Remember, this is a matter of twenty-six hundred a y^r, with a pertmacity which was the same as to say ifou know that you cannot afford to refuse such a sala- vj. IheDoctordid not dispute the correctness of the msmuation, but persisted with smiling obstinacy in de- clinmg the eagles. lam inclmed to thmk that he was •somewhat unreasonable on the subject, and that the Colo- nel was not far froni right in bemg secretly a little angry with him. The latter did not care a straw for the mcr.l/, \Z ^ (T ''''' ^""^ ^' ^^""'^^ *^^* ^ supermtendenf of colored labor would infallibly be tempted by very consid- erable side earnmgs and perquisites. Even Miss Lillie was rather disappomted at the failure of the project To arm negroes to command a colored regiment was aboli- tionistic and abommable ; but to set the sam^ negroes to work on a hundred plantations, would be plafmo- the southerner, the planter, the sugar aristocrat, o!i a^ma^nrfi! cent scale ,^ and she thought also that in thii busmess" her ^ither might do CYcr so much good, and make for himself a noble name m Lomsiana, by restormg thousands of run- away field-hands to their lawful owner! Let us not be too severe upon the barbarian beliefs of this civilized youn^ lady. She had not the same geographical reasons for lov° 172 Miss Ravexel's Goxversiox ing human liberty in the abstract that we have who were nurtured in the truly free and democratic North. Moreo- ver, for some reason which I shall not trouble myself to discover, all women love aristocracies. The Eavenei funds were getting low, and the Doctor, despairing of finding profitable occupation in depopulated New Orleans, was thinking seriously of returnmg to Xew Boston, when High Authority sent him an appomtment as superintendent of a city hospital, with a salary of fifteen hundred dollars. "I can do that," he said jubilantly as he showed the ap- pointment to Carter, unaware that the latter had been the means of obtaining it. " My medical education will come in i^lay there, and I shall feel that I am acting in my own character. It will not be so grand a field of usefulness as that which you so kindly offered me, but it will perhaps approximate more nearly to my abilities." " It is a captain's pay instead of a colonel's," laughed Carter. " I don't know any body who would make such a choice except you and young Colburne, who supposes that he isn't fit to be a field ofiicer. Some day head-quar- ters will perhaps be able to do better by you. When the Western Railroad is recovered — the railroad in which you hold property — there will be the suj^erintendency of that, probably a matter of some three or four thousand dollars a year." '" But I couldn't do it," objected the Doctor, thereby drawing another laugh from his interlocutor. He was perfectly satisfied with his fifteen hundred, although it was so miserably inferior to the annual six thousand which he used to draw from his scientific labors in and out of the defunct college. As long as he could live and retain his self-respect, he was not much disposed to grumble at Providence. Things in general were going well ; the rebellion would be put down ; slavery would perish in the struggle; truth and justice would prevail. The certainty of these results formed in his estimation a From Secession to Loyalty. 173 part of his personal estate — a wealth which was mvisihle^ it is true, but none the less real, inexhaustible and consola- tory — a wealth which was sufficient to enrich and ennoble every true-hearted American citizen. When it was known throughout the city that he had accepted a position from the Federal authorities, the name of Ravenel became entirely hateful to those who only a few years before accorded it their friendship and respect. The hostile gulf between Lillie and her old friends yawned mto such a vast abyss, that few words were ever ex- changed across it ; and even those that did occasionally reach her anxious ears had a tone of anger which excited, sometimes her grief, and sometimes her resentment. The young lady's character was such that the resentment steadily gamed on the grief, and she became from day to day less of a Secessionist and more of a Unionist. Her father laughed in his good-natured way to see how spited she was by this social ostracism. " You should never quarrel with a pig because he is a pig," said he. " The only wise way is not to suppose that you can make a lap-dog of hun, and not to invite him mto your parlor. These j)oor people have been brought up to hate and maltreat every body who does not agree with their opmions. If the Apostle Paul should come here, they would knock him on the head for making a brother of Onesimus." " But I can't bear to be treated so," answered the vexed young lady. " I don't want to be knocked on the head, nor to have you knocked on the head. I don't even want them to thuik what they do about me. I wish I had the supreme power for a day or tAvo." " What progress !" observed the Doctor. " She wants to be General Butler." " N^o I don't," snapped Lillie, whose nerves were indeed much worried by her internal struggles and outward trials. " But I would like to be emperor. I would actu- 174 Miss Ravexel's Conversion ally enjoy forcing some of these horrid people to change their style of talking." " I don't think you would enjoy it, my dear. I did once entertain the design of making myself autocrat, and de- ciding what should be believed by my fellow citizens, and bringing to deserved punishment such as differed from me. It would be such a fine thmg, I thought, to manage in my own way, and manage right, all the religion, j^oli- tics, business, education, and conscience of the country. But I dropped the plan, after mature consideration, be- cause I foresaw that it would give me more to do than I could attend to." Lillie, working at her embroidery, made no reply, not apparently appreciating her father's wit. Presently she gave token that the current of her thoughts had changed, by breaking out with her usual routine of questions. " Who did you see in the streets ? Didn't you see any body ? Didn't you hear any thing ?" etc. etc. By what has been related in this chapter it will be per- ceived that Colonel Carter has established a claim to be received witli at least courtesy in the house of the Raven- els. The Doctor could not decently turn a cold shoulder to a man who had been so zealous a friend, although he still admired him very little, and never willingly permitted him a moment's un watched intercourse with Lillie. He occasionally thought with disgust of Yan Zandt's leering insinuations concerning the little French boudoir ; but he charitably concluded that he ought not to attach much importance to the prattle of a man so clearly under the influence of liquor as was that person at Colburne's quar- ters ; and finallv he reflected with a sig:h that the boudoir busmess was awfully common in the world as then consti- tuted, and that men who were engaged in it could not well be ostracised from society. So outwardly he was civil to the Colonel, and inwardly sought to control his almost instinctive repugnance. As for Lillie, she positively liked the widower, and thought him the finest gentleman From Secession to Loyalty. 175 of the very few who now called on her. Captam Col- burne was very pleasant, lively and good ; but— and here she cea^^ed to reason— she felt that he was not magnetic. CHAPTER XIII. THE COURSE OF TRUE LOVE BEGINS TO RUN ROUGH. Ix some Arabian Nights or other, there is a story of voyagers in a becalmed ship who were drifted by irresist- ible c'lirrents towards an unknown island. As they gazed at it theii' eyes were deceived by an enchantment m the atmosphere, so that they seemed to see upon the shore a number of beautiful women waiting to welcome them, whereas these expectant figures were really nothmg but hideous apes with carniverous appetites, whose desire it was to devour the approaching strangers. As Miss Ravenel drifted towards Colonel Carter she be- held him in the guise of a pure and noble creature, while in truth he was a more than commonly demoralized man, with potent capacities for injurmg others. Mrs. Larue, on the other hand, perceived him much as he was, and liked him none the less for it. Had she lived in the days before the flood she would not have cared specially for the angels who came down to enjoy themselves with the daughters of men, except just so far as they satisfied her vanity and curiosity. Seemg clearly that the Colonel was not a ser- aph, but a creature of far lower grade, very coarse and carnal in some at least of his dispositions, she would still have been pleased to have him fall m love with her, and would perhaps have accepted him as a husband. It is pro- bable that she did not have a suspicion of the glamour which humbugged the innocent eyes of her youthful cous- in. But she did presently perceive that it would be Lil- lie and not herself, who would receive Carter's offer of 176 Miss Ravenel's Conveksion mamagc, if it was ever made to either. How should she behave under these trymg circumstances ? Pauiful as the discovery may have* been to her vanity, it had little effect on a temper so callously amiable, and none on the lucid wisdom of a spirit so clarified by selfishness. She !^howed that she was a person of good worldly sense, and of little heart. She soon brought herself to encourage the Carter flirtation, partly because she had a woman's passion for seeing such things move on, and partly for reasons of state. If the Colonel married Lillie he would be a valua- ble friend at court ; moreover the match could not hurt the social position of her relatives, who were ostracised as Yankees already ; it would be all gam and no loss. She soon discovered, as she thought, that there was no need of blowing the Colonel's trumpet in the ears of Miss Lil- lie, and that the young lady could be easily brought to greet him with a betrothal hymn of, " Hail to the chief who in triumph advances." But the Doctor, who evidently did not like the Colonel, might exercise a deleterious influence on these fine chances. Madame Larue must try to lead the silly old gentleman to take a reasonable look at his own mterests. What a paroxysm of vexation and (Con- tempt she would have gone into, had she known of his refusal to make forty or fifty thousand dollars on sugar, merely because the transaction might furnish the Confeder- ate army witli salt and quinine ! Xot bemg aware of this act of cretinism, she vreht at him on the marriage busines«; with a hopeful spirit. " "What an admirable parti for some of our Xew Orleans young ladies would be the Colonel Carter I" The Doctor smiled and bowed his assent, because such was his habit concerning all matters whicli were indifler- ent to him. The fact that he had lived twenty-five years in Xew Orleans without ever being driven to fight a duel, although disagreemg with its fiery population on various touchy subjects, shows what an exquisite courtesy he must have maintained in his manners and conversation. From Secession to Loyalty 177 " I must positively introduce Mm to jNIees Langdon or jMees Dumas, aud see what will come of it," i^ursued Ma- dame. Ravenel professed and looked his delight at the propos- ition, without carmg a straw for the subject, being en- o;aged in a charming mineralogical revcry. Mrs. Larue perceived his indifference and was annoyed by it, but con- tmued to smile with the Indian-like fortitude of a veteran worldling. " He is of an excellent family— one of the best families of Virginia. He would be a suitable parti for any young lady of my acquamtance. There is no doubt that he has splendid prospects. He is almost the only regular officer in the department. Of course he will win promotion. I should not be surprised to see him supersede Picayime Butler. I beg your pardon — I mean ::Major-General But- ler. I hear him*^ so constantly called Picayune that I feel as if that was his name of baptism. Mark my prophecy now. In a year that man will be superseded by Colonel Carter." " It might be a change for the better," admitted the Doctor with the composure of a Gallio. " The Colonel has a large salary," continued Madame. " The mayoralty gives him three thousand, and his pay as colonel is two thousand six hundred. Five thousand six hundred dollars seems a monstrous salary in these days of poverty." " It does, indeed," coincided the Doctor, remembering his own fifteen hundred, with a momentary dread that it would hardly keep him out of debt. Mrs. Larue paused and considered whether she should venture further. She had already got as far as this two or three times without eliciting from her brother-in-law a word good or bad as to the matter which she had at heart. She had been like a boy who walks two miles to a pond, puts on his skates, looks at the thinly frozen surface, shakes his doubtful head, unbuckles his skates aud trudges home H2 178 Mis.s Raven el's Conveksiox again. She resolved to try the ice this time, at no matter what risk of breaking it. "I have been thinking that he would not be a hsidjxirti for my little cousin." The Doctor laid aside his Robinsonites in some quiet corner of his mind, and devoted himself to the subject of the conversation, leaning forward and surveying Madame earnestly through his spectacles. " I would almost rather bury her," he said in his excite- ment. "You amaze me. There is a difference in age, I grant. But how little ! He is still what we call a young man. And then marriages are so difficult to make up in these horrible times. AVho else is there in all Xew Orleans ?" " I don't see why she should marry at all," said the Doc- tor very warmly. " Why can't she contiinie to live with me?" " Positively you are not serious." " I certainly am. I beg pardon for disagreeing with you, but I don't see why I shouldn't entertain the idea I mention." " Oh ! when it comes to that, there is no arguing. Tou step out of the bounds of reason into j^ure feeling and egoisme. I also beg your pardon, but I must tell you that you are egolste. To forbid a girl to marry is like forbid- ding a young man to engage in business, to work, to open his own car Here. A woman who must not love is de- frauded of her best rights." " Why can't she be satisfied with lovmg me ?" de- manded the Doctor. He knew that he was talkmg irra- tionally on this subject ; but what he meant to say was, " I don't like Colonel Carter." " Because that would leave her an unhappy, sickly old maid," retorted Madame. " Because that would leave you without grandchildren." Ravenel rose and walked the room with a melancholy step and a coimtenance full of trouble. Suddenly he From Secession to Loyalty. 179 stopped sliort and turned upon Mrs. Larue a look of anxious inquiiy. " I hope you have not observed in Lillie any inclination towards this — this idea." " Not the slightest," replied Madame, lying frankly, and without the slightest hesitation or confusion. " And you have not broached it to her ?" " Never !" affirmed the lady solemnly, which was another whopper. " I sincerely hope that you will not. Oblige me, I beg you, by promising that you will not." " If such is your pleasure," sighed Madame. " Well — I promise." " I am so much obliged to you," said the Doctor. " I know that there is a diflerence in age," Mrs. Larue recommenced, thereby insinuatmg that that was the only objection to the match that she could imagine : but her brother-in-law solemnly shook his head, as if to say that he had other reasons for opposition compared with which this was a trifle : and so, after taking a sharp look at him, she judged it wise to drop the subject. " I hope," concluded the Doctor, " that hereafter, when I am away, you will allow Lillie to receive calls in your house. There is a back passage. It is neither quite deco- rous to receive gentlemen alone here, nor to send them away." Mrs. Larue made no objection to this plan, seeing that she could be just as strict or just as careless a duenna as she chose. " I wonder why he has such an aversion to the match," she thought. Accustomed to see men matured m vice lead innocent young girls to the altar, habituated to look upon the notoriously pure-minded Doctor as a social curi- osity rather than a social standard, she scarcely guessed, and could not realize, the repugnance with which such a father would resign a daughter to the doubtful protection 180 Miss Raven el's Conveksiox of a Imsband cnoscn from tlie class known as men about town. " Aurait il decouvcrt," slie continued to meditate ; " ce petit liaison de monsieur le colonel? II est vraiment curieux mon beau - frere ; c'est plutot une vierge qu'un homme." I beg the reader not to do this clever lady the injustice to sup2)0se that she kept or ever intended to keep her promise to the Doctor. To him, indeed, she did not for a long time speak of the j^Ji'oposed marriage, intending there- by to lull his suspicions to sleep, and thus prevent him from offering any timely opposition to that natural course of human events which might alone suffice to bring about the desired end. But into Lillie's ears she perpetu- ally whispered pleasant things concerning Carter, besides leaving the two alone together for ten, fifteen, twenty minutes at a time, until Lillie would get alarmed at her unusual position, and become either nervously silent or nervously talkative. For these services the Colonel was not as grateful as he should have been. He was just the man to believe that he could make his own way in a love affair, and need not burden himself with a sense of obliga- tion for any one's assistance. IMoreover, valuing himself on his knowledge of life, he thought that he understood Mrs. Larue's character perfectly, and declared that he was not the man to be managed by such an intriguante, how ever knowing. He did in fact perceive that she was cor- rupt, and by the way he liked her none the worse for it, although he would not have married her. To Colburne he spoke of her gaily and conceitedly as " the Larue," or sometimes as " La rouee," for he knew French Avell enough to make. an occasional bad pun in it. The Captam, on the other hand, never mentioned her except respectfully, feel- ing himself bound to treat any relative of Miss Ravenel with perfect courtesy. But while Carter supposed that he comprehended the Larue, he walked in the path which she had traced out F E o :m Secession to L o y a l t v . i si for him. From week to week he found it more agreeable to be with Miss Ravenel. Those random tete-a-tetes which to her were so alarming, were to him so pleasant that he caught himself anticipatmg them with anxiety. The Colonehmight have known from his past experience, he might have known by only looking at his high-colored face and j^owerful frame in a mirror, that it was not a safe amusement for him to be so much with one charming la- dy. Self-j^ossessed in his demeanor, and, like most roues, tolerably cool for a little distance below the surface of his feelings, he was at bottom and by the decree of imperious nature, very volcanic. As we say of some fiery wmes, there was a great deal of body to him. At this time he was determined not to fall hi love. He remembered how he had been infatuated m other days, and dreaded the re- turn of the passionate dominion. To use his own express- ion, " he made such a blasted fool of himself when he once got after a woman !" Nevertheless, he began to be, not jealous; he could not admit that very soft impeachment ; but he began to want to monopolize Miss Ravenel. When he found Colburne in her company he sometimes talked French to her, thereby embaiTassing and humiliating the Caj)tain, who understood nothing of the language except when he saw it in print, and could trace out the meaning of some words by their resemblance to Latin. The young lady, either becaase she felt for Colbume's awkward position, or because she did not wish to be suspected of saying things which she might not have dared utter in English, usually restored the conversation to her mother tongue after a few senten- ces. Once her manner in doing this was so pomted that the Colonel apologized. " I beg pardon, Captain," he said, to which he added a white lie. " I really supposed that you spoke French." Xo ; Colburne did not speak French, nor any other mod- ern language ; he did not draw, nor sing, nor play, and was in short as destitute of accomplishments as are most 182 Miss Ravenel's Contersiox Americans. He blushed at the Colonel's apology, whicli mortified him more than the offence for which it was in- tended to atone. He would have given all his Greek for a smattering of Gallic, and he took a French teacher the next morning. Anotlier annoyance to Colbume was ]Mrs. Larue. He was still so young in heart matters, or rather in coquetry, that he was troubled by being made the object of airs of affection which he could not reciprocate. I do not mean to say that the lady was in love with him ; she never had been in love in her life, and was not going to begin at thirtv-three. The plain, placid truth was, that she was wilUnf^ to flirt with him to please herself, and detennined to keep him away from Lillie in order to give every possi- ble chance to Carter. Only when Mrs. Larue said "flirt," she meant indescribable things, such as ladies may talk of without reproach among themselves, but which, if intro- duced into print, are considered very improper reading. Meantime neither Carter nor Colburne understood her, al- though the former would have hooted at the idea that lie did not comprehend the lady perfectly. " By Jove !" soliloquized the knowing Colonel, " she is sweeter on him than a pailful of syrup. She puts one in mind of a boa-constrictor. She is licking him all over, pre- paratory to swallowing him. Xot a bad sort of serpent to have* around one, either," pursued the Colonel, almost winking to himself, so knowing did he feel. " Xot a bad sort of serpent. Only I shouldn't care about marrying her." Lideed the Colonel reminds one a little of " devilish sly old Joey Bagstock." The innocent Colbume acknowledged to himself that he did not comprehend Mrs. Larue nor her purposes. He would have inferred from her ways that she Avanted him for a husband, only that she spoke in a very cool way of the matrimonial state. " Marriage will not content me, nor will single lite," she From Secess-ton to Loyalty. 183 said to him one day. " I have tried both, and I cannot recommend either. It is a choice between two evils, and one does not know to say which is the least." Widows in search of second husbands do not talk pub- licly in this style, and Colburne intelligently concluded that ^e was not to be invited to the altar. At the same time Mrs. Larue went on In'this way, she treated him to certam appetizmg little movements, glances and words, which led him to suspect with some vague alarm that she did not mean to let him off as a mere acquaintance. Final- ly, as is supposed, an explanation ensued which was not to his liking. There was an interview of half an hour in a back parlor, brought about by the graceful manoeuvres of the lady, of which Colburne steadily refused to reveal the secrets, although straitly questioned by the fun-loving Colonel. " By Jove ! he's been bluffing her," soliloquized Carter, who thought he perceived that from this private confabu- lation the parties came forth on terms of estrangement. " What a queer fellow he is ! Suppose he didn't want to marry her — he might amuse himself It would be pleas- ant to him, and wouldn't hurt her. Hanged if he isn't a curiosity !" The next time that Colburne called on Miss Ravenel the Larue took her revenge for that mysterious defeat, the par- ticulars of which I am unable to relate. To comprehend the nature and efficiency of this vengeance, it is necessary to take a dive into the recesses of Xew Orleans society. There is a geographical fable of civilized white negroes in the centre of Africa, somewhere near the Mountains of the Moon. This fable is realized in the Crescent City and m some of the richest planting districts of Louisiana, where you will find a class of colored people, who are not black people at all, having only the merest fraction of ne- gro blood in their veins, and who are respectable in char- acter, numbers of them wealthy, and some of them accom- plished. These Creoles, as they call themselves, have been 184 Miss R a v e x e l ' s • C o x v e r s i o x free for generations, and until Anglo-Saxon law invaded Louisiana, enjoyed the same rights as other citizens. They are good Catholics ; they marry and are given in mar- riage ; their sons are educated in Paris on a perfect level with young Frenchmen ; their daughters receive the strict surveillance which is allotted to girls in most southern countries. In the street many of them are scarcely dis- tinguishable from the unmixed descendants of the old French planters. But there is a social line of demarkation drawn about them, like the sanitary cordon about an in- fected district. The Anglo-Saxon race, the proudest race of modern times, does not marry nor consort with them, nor of late years does the pure French Creole, driven to jom in this ostracism by the brute force of Henghist and Horsa prejudice. The Xew Orleanois who before the war should have treated these white colored people on terms of equality, would have shared in their opprobrium, and perhaps have been ridden on a rail by his outraged fellow- citizens of northern descent. Xow these white negroes from the Mountains of the Moon constituted the sole loyal class, except the slaves, which Butler found in Louisiana. They and their black cousins of the sixteenth degree were the only people who, as a body, came forward with joy to welcome the drums and tramplings of the 'New England Division; and when the commandmg General called for regiments ot free blacks to uphold the Stars and Stripes, he met a patri- otic response as enthusiastic as that of Connecticut or Mas- sachusetts. Foremost in this military uprising were two brothers of the name of Meurice, who poured out their wealth freely to meet those incidental ex2:)enses, never ac- knowledged by Government, which attend the recruiting of volunteer regiments. They gave dinners and presented flags ; they advanced uniforms, sabres and pistols for offi- cers ; they trusted the families of private soldiers. The youngest Meurice became Major of one of the regiments, which I take to be the nearest approach to a miracle Fkom- Secession to LoYxVlty. 185 ever yet enacted in the United States of America. Their entertamments became so famous that invitations to them were gratefully accepted by officers of Anglo-Saxon organizations. At their profuse yet elegant table, where Brillat-Savarin would not have been annoyed by a badly cooked dish or an inferior wine, and where he might have listened to the accents of his own Parisian, Colburne had met Xew Englanders, Xew Yorkers, and even stray Ma- rylanders and Kentuckians. There he became acquainted (ignorant Baratarian that he was !) with the tasse de cafe noil' and the petit verre de cognac which, close a French dinner. There he smoked cigars whicli gave him new ideas concerning the value of Cuba. For these pleasures he was now to suffer at the Caucasian hands of Madauie Larue. " I am afraid that we are doomed to lose you, Captain Colburne," she said with a smile which expressed some- thing worse than good-natured raillery. " I hear that you have made some fascmating acquauitauces hi Xew Orleans. I never myself had the pleasure of knowing the Meurices. They are very charming, are they not ?" Colburne's nerves quivered under this speech, not be- cause he was conscious of having done any thing unbe- commg a gentleman, but because he divmed the clever malice of tlie "attack. To gentle spirits the consciousness that they are the objects of spite, is a dolorous sensa- tion. " It is a very pleasant and mtelligent family," he rej^lied bravely. " Who are they ?" smilmgly asked Miss Ravenel, who inferred from her aunt's manner that Colburne was to be charged with a flirtation. " Ce sont des metis, ma chere," laughed Mrs. Larue. " II y a dine plusieurs fois. Ces abolitionistes out leur gonts a eux." Lillie colored crimson with amazement, with horror, with downright anger. To this Xcav Orleans born Anglo- 186 Miss Raven el's Conversion Saxon girl, full of the pride of lineage and the prejudices of the slaveholding society in which she had been nurtured, it seemed a downright insult that a gentleman who called on her, should also call on a metis, and admit it and defend it. She glanced at Colburne to see if he had a word to offer of aj^ology or explanation. It might be that he had visited these mixed bloods in the performance of some disagreeable but unavoidable duty as an officer of the Federal army. She hoped so, for she liked him too well to be willing to despise him. " Intelligent ? But without doubt," assented Madame, " if they had been stupid, you would not have dmed with them four or five times." " Three times, to be exact, Mrs. Larue," said Colburne. He had formed his Ime of battle, and could be not merely defiant but ironically aggressive. But the lady was master of the southern tactics; she had taken the initiative, and she attacked audaciously ; although, I must explain, with- out the slightest sign of irritation. " Which do you find the most agreeable," she asked, " the white people of Xew Orleans, or the brown ?" Colburne was tempted to reply that he did not see much difference, but refrained on account of Miss Ravenel ; and, dropping satire, he entered on a calm defence, less of him- self than of the mixed i*ace in question. He affirmed their intelligence, education, good breeding, resijectability of character, and exceptional patriotism in a community of rebels. " You, Mrs. Larue, think something of the elegancies of society as an element of civilization," he said. "Now then, I am obliged to confess that these people can -give a finer dinner, better selected, better cooked, better served, than I ever saw in my own city of New Boston, notwith- standing that we are as white as they are and — can't speak French. These Meurices, for example, have actually given me new ideas of hospitality, as something which may be plenteous without being coarse, and cordial without being Fro:m Secessiox to Loyalty. 187 boreous. I don't hesitate to call them nice people. As for the African blood in' their veins (if that is a reproach) I can't detect a trace of it. I shouldn't have believed it if they hadn't assured me of it. There is a little child there, a cousin, with blue eyes and straight flaxen hair. She has the honor, if it is one, of being whiter than I am." It will be remembered here that any one who was waiter than Colburne was necessarily much whiter than Mrs. Larue. " When I first saw the eldest Meurice," he proceeded, " I supposed from his looks that he was a German. The Major bears a striking resemblance to the first Xapoleo'i, and is certainly one of the handsomest men that I have ' seen in Xe^' Orleans. His manners are charming, as I suppose they ought to be, seeing that he has lived in Paris since he was a child." Mrs. Larue had never transgressed the borders of Louisiana. " "When this war broke out he came home to see if he might be permitted to fight for his race, and for his and my country. He now wears the same uniform that I do, and he is my superior ofiicer." " It is shameful," broke out Lillie. " It is the will of authority," answered Colburne, — " of authority that I have sworn to respect." " A southern gentleman would resign," said Mrs. Larue. " A northern gentleman keejDS his oath and stands by his flag," retorted Colburne. Mrs. Larue paused, suppressed her rising excitement, and with an exterior air of meekness considered the situ- ation. She had gained her battle ; she had wounded and punished him ; she had probably detached Lillie from him ; now she would stop the conflict. " I beg pardon," she said, looking him full in the eyes with a charming little expression of penitence. " I am sorry if I have annoyed you. I thought, I hoped, you might perhaps be obliged to me for hinting to you 188 Miss Kavexel's Coxveiisiox that these people are not received here in society. You are a stranger, and do not know our prejudices. I pray you to excuse me if I have been officious." Colburne was astonished, disarmed, ashamed, notwith- standing that he had been in the right and was the in- jured party. " *Mrs. Larue, I beg your pardon," he answered. " I have been unnecessarily excited. I sincerely ask you par- don." She accorded it in pleasant words and with the most amiable of smiles. She was a good-natured, graceful little grimalkm, she could be j^retty and fiestive over a mouse while torturing it ; so purring and velvet-pawed, indeed, that the mouse himself could not believe her to be in ear- nest, and prayed to be excused for turnmg upon her.' It is probable that, not being susceptible to keen emotions, she did not know what deep pain she had given the young man by her attack. The advantage which blase people have over innocents in a fight is awful. They know how to hit, and they don't mmd the punishing. It is said that Deaf Burke's physiognomy was so calloused by frequent poundings that he would permit any man to give him a facer for a shilling a crack. Lillie said almost nothmo- duruio- the conversation, be- ing quite overcome with amazement and anger at Col- burne's degradation and at the wrongheadedness, the in- delicacy, the fanaticism with which he defended it. When the errmg young man left the house she did not give him her hand, after her usual friendly southern fashion. The pride of race, the prejudices of her education, would not permit her to be cordial, at least not in the first moments of offence, with one who felt himself at liberty to go from her parlor to that of an octoroon. How could a Miss Ravenel put herself on a level with a Miss Meurice. " Oh, these abolitionists ! these negar worshippers !" laughed Mrs, Larue, when the social heretic had taken himself away. " Are they not horrible, these Xew Eng- From Secession to Loyalty. 189 laud isms ? He will be joining the vondoos next. I foresee that you will have rivals, Mees Lillie. I fear that Made- moiselle Meurice will carry the day. You are under the disadvantage of being white. Et puis tu n'est pas descendue d'une race batarde. Quel malheur ! Je ne dirais rien s'il entretenait son octaronne a lui. Yoila qui est permis, bien que ce n'est pas joli." " Mrs. Larue, I wish you wouldn't talk to me in that ^^ay ; — I don't like to hear it," said Lillie, in high anger. " Mais c'est mieux au moins que de les epouser, les octa- ronnes," persisted Madame. Miss Ravenel rose and went to her own house and room without answering. Since her father fled from Xew Orleans, openly espousmg the cause of the Xorth against the South, she had not been so vexed, so hurt, as she was by this vulgar conduct of her friend. Captain Colburne. Although it cannot be said that she had even begun to love him, she certainly did like him better than any other man that she ever knew, excepting her father and Colonel Carter. She had thought, also, that he liked her too well to do anythmg which would be sure to meet her disaj)- probation ; and her womanly pride was exceedingly hurt in that her friendship had been risked for the sake of com- munion with a race of pariahs. There is little doubt that Colburne now had small chance v\dth Miss Eavenel. He guessed as much, and the thought cut him even more deeply that he could have imagined ; but he was too chival- rous to be false to his education, to his principles, to him- self, though it were to gain the heart of the only woman whom he had ever loved. Li fact, so fastidious was his sense of honor that he had disdained to fortify himself ao-ainst Mrs. Larue's attack by stating, as he might have done truthfully, that at one of these Meurice dinners he had sat by the side of Colonel Carter. I consider it worth while to mention here that Colburne committed a great mistake about this time in declining a regiment which the eldest Meurice offered to raise for him, 190 Miss Ravexel's Coxversiox providing he would apply for the colonelcy. But it was not for fear of Mrs. Larue nor yet of Miss Ravenel that he declined the proffer. He took the proposition into serious consideration and referred it to Carter, who advised him against it. Public opmion on this subject had not yet be- come so overpowermgly luminous that the old regular, the West Pomt Brahmin, could see the negro in a military light. " I may be all wrong," he admitted with a considerable effusion of swearing. " If the war spins out it may prove me all wrong. A downright slaughtering match of 'three or four years will force one party or other to call in the nigger. But I can't come to it yet. I despise the low lu-ute. I hate to see him in uniform. And then he never will be used for the higher military operations. If you take a command of niggers, you will find yourself put into Fort Pike or some such place, among the mosquitoes and fever and ague, where white men can't live. Or your regiment will be made road-builders, and scavengers, and bao-o-ao-e o-uards, to do the dirty work of white res^iments. You never Avill form a line of battle, nor head a storming column, nor get any credit if you,.,d'0. And finally, just look at the military position of these Louisiana black regi- ments. They are not ax^tnowledged by the government yet ; they are not a part of the army. They are only Louisiana militia, called out by General Butler on his own responsibility. Suppose the War Department shouldn't approve his policy ; — then down goes your house. You have resigned your captaincy to get a sham colonelcy ; and there you are, out of the service, with a bran-new uniform. Stay in the regiment. You shall have, by" (this and that !) " the first vacancy in the field positions." In fact it was an espnt du coiys which more than any- thing else induced Colburne to clmg to the Tenth Barataria. A volunteer, a citizen soldier, new to the ways of armies, he lonojed to do his fiorhtin^ under his own State flag, and Feom Secession to Loyalty. 191 at the head of the men whom he had hunself raised and drilled for the battle-field. About these times Colonel Carter broke up that more than questionable domestic establishment which Lieutenant Yan Zandt had alluded to under the humorous misnomer of " a little French boudoir.'''' Whether this step was taken by the advice of Mrs. Larue, or solely because the Colonel had found some source of truer enjoyment, I am unable to say ; but it is certain, and it is also a very natural human circumstance, that from this day his admiration for Miss Raveriel burgeoned rapidly mto the condition of a passion. CHAPTER XIY. LLLLIE CHOOSES FOR HERSELF. Late in that eventful summer of 1862, so bloody in Vir- ginia and Kentucky, so comparatively peaceful in the ma- larious heats of Louisiana, the Colonel of the Tenth Bara- taria held a swearing soliloquy. Li general when he swore it was at somebody or to somebody ; but on the present occasion the performance was confined to the soli- tude of his own room and the gratification of his own ears ; unless, indeed, we may venture to suppose that he had a guardian angel whose painful duty it was to attend him constantly. I suspect that I have not yet enabled the reader to realize how remarkable were the Colonel's gifts in the way of profanity; and I fear that I could not do it without penning three or four such astonishing pages as never were printed, unless it might be m the infernal regions. In the appropriate words of Lieutenant Yan Zandt, who, by the way, honestly admired his superior officer for this and for his every other characteristic, " it was a nasty old swear." 192 i\I I S S 11 A V E N E L ' S C O N V E II S I O X Carter's quarters were a large brick house belonging to a lately wealthy but now impoverished and exiled Seces- sionist, lie had his office, his parlor, his private sittmg- rooni, his dmmg-room, his billiard-room, and five upper bedrooms, besides the basement. His life corresponded with his surroundings ; his dinners were elegant, his wines and segars superior. As it was now evening and his busi- ness hours long since over, he was in his sitting-room, lounging in an easy chair, his feet on a table, a half- smoked segar in one hand and an open letter in the other. Only the Colonel or Lieutenant Van Zandt, ormeneqfually gifted m ardent expressions, could suitably describe the heat of the weather. Although he wore nothmg but his shirt and pantaloons, his cheeks were deeply flushed, and his forehead beaded with ijerspiration. The Louisiana mosquitoes, a numerous and venomous people, were buzz- ing in his ears, raising blotches on his face and perforat- ing his Imen. But it was not about them, it was about the letter, that he was blaspheming. When the paroxysm was over he restored the segar to his lips, discovered that it was out, and relighted it ; for he was old smoker enough and healthy enough to prefer the pungency of a stump to the milder flavor of a virgin weed. While he re-reads his letter, we will venture to look over his shoulder. " My dear Colonel," it ran, " I am sorry that I can give you no better news. Waldo and I have worked like Tro- jans, but without bringing anything to pass. You will see by enclosed copy of application to the Secretary, that Ave got a respectable crowd of Senators and Representatives to join in demandmg a step for you. The Secretary is all right ; he fully acknowledges your claims. But those infernal bigots, the Sumner and Wilson crowd, got ahead of us. They went to headquarters, civil and military. We couldn't even secure your nomination, much less a sena- torial majority for confiimation. These cursed fools mean to purify the army, they say. They put McClellan's defeat down to his pro-slavery sentiments, and Pope's defeat to Fkom Secession to Loyalty. 193 McClellan. They intend to turn out every moderate man, and shove in their own sort. They talk of making Banks head of the Army of the Potomac, in place of McClellan, who has just saved the capital and the nation. There never was such fanaticism since the Scotch mu:iisters at Dunbar undertook to pray and preach down CromwelFs army. You are one of the men whom they have black- balled. They have got hold of the tail-end of some old plans of yours in the filibustering days, and are making the most of it to show that you are unfit to command a brig- ade in * the army of the Lord.' They say you are not the man to march on with old John Brown's soul and hang JefT. Davis on a sour apple-tree. I think you had better take measures to get rid of that filibustering ghost. I have another piece of advice to ofier. Mere administrative ability in an office these fellows can't appreciate ; but they can be dazzled by successM service in the field, because that is beyond theii* own cowardly possibilities ; also be- cause it takes with, their constituents, of whom they are the most respectful and obedient servants. So why not give up your mayoralty and go in for the autumn campaign ? If you will send home your name with, a victory attached to it, I think we can manufacture a a public opinion to compel your nomination and confirmation. Mind, I am not finding fault. I know that nothing can be done in Louisiana during the simimer. But blockheads don't know this, and in politics we are forced to appeal to blockheads ; our supreme court of decisions is, after all, the twenty millions of ignorami who do the voting. Accordingly, I ad^dse you to please these twenty millions by putting your- self into the fall campaign. " Very truly yours, &c." " D n it ! of course I mean to fight," muttered the Colonel, when he had finished his second reading. " I'll resign the mayoralty, and ask for active service and a brigade. Then I must wi'ite something to explain that I 194 Miss Ravenel's Conversion filibustering business. — Xo, I Tvon't. The less that is ex- plained, the better. I'll deny it outright. — Now there's Weitzel. He, by " (this and that) " can have a star, and I can't. My junior, by" (that and the other) " in the ser- vice, by " (this and that) " by at least six years. What if he should get the active brigade ? It would be just him, by " (this and that) " to want it, and just like Butler, by" (that and the other) " to give it to him." The Colonel sat for a long time in vexatious thought, slapping his mosquito bites, relighting his stump and smoking it down to its bitterest dregs. Finally, without having written a word, he gave up the battle with the stinging multitudes, drank a glass of brandy and water, turned ofli" the gas, stepped into the adjoining bedroom, kicked off his trousers (long since unbuttoned), drew the mosquito-curtain, and went to bed as quickly and quietly as an infimt. Soldiering habits had enabled him to court slumber with success under all circumstances. During the month of September was formed that fa- mous organization, composed of five regiments of infantry, with four squadrons and two batteries attached, known officially as the Reserve Brigade, but popularly as Weit- zel's. It was intended from the first for active service, and the title Reserve was apphed to it simply to mislead the enemy. The regiments were encamped for purj^oses of drill and preparation on the flats near CarroUton, a vil- lage four or five miles above Xew Orleans. Carter ai> plied for the brigade, but was imable to obtain it. "Weitzel was not only his superior in rank, but was Butler's favorite officer and most trusted military adviser. Then Carter threw up his mayoralty and reported for duty to his regi- ment, in great bitterness of spirit at finding himself obliged to serve under a man who had once been his junior and inferior. His only consolation was that this was not the worst ; both he and Weitzel were under the orders of an attorney. But he went to work vigorously at drilling, disciplining From Secession to Loyalty. 195 and fittiiio- out his regiment. His Sunday morning inspec- tions were awful ordeals which lasted the whole forenoon. If a company showed three or four dirty men the Colonel sent for the Captain and gave him such a lecture as made him think seriously of tendering his resignation. When not on drill or guard duty the soldiers were busy nearly all day m brushmg their uniforms, polishing their brasses and buttons, blacking their shoes and accoutrements, and wash- ing their shu'ts, drawers, stockings, and even their canteen strings. The battalion drills of the Tenth were truly la- borious gymnastic exercises, performed in great part on the double-quick. The sentinels did their whole duty, or were relieved and sent to the guardhouse. Corporals who failed to make their rounds properly were reduced to the ranks. Privates who forgot to salute an officer, or who did not do it in handsome style, were put in confinement on bread and water. The company cooking utensils were scoured every day, and the camp was as clean as bare, turfless earth could be. Carter was a hard-hearted, intel- ligent, conscientious, beneficent tyrant. The Tenth Barataria was the show regiment of the Reserve Brigade. I have not time to analyze the interesting feelings of free- born Yankees under this searching despotism. I can only say that the soldiers hated their colonel because they feared him ; that, like true Americans they profoundly re- spected him because, as they said, " he knew his biz ;" that they were excessively proud of the superior drill and neatness to which he had brought them against their wills; and that, on the whole, they would not have ex- changed him for any other regimental commander in the brigade. They firmly believed that under " Old Carter " they could whip the best regiment in the rebel service. It is true that there were exceptional ruffians who could not forget that they had been bucked and put in the stocks, and who muttered vindictive prophecies as to something desperate which they would do on the first field of battle. " Bedad an' I'll not forget to pay me reshpecs to 'im," 196 Miss Ravenel's Cox vers iox growled a Hibernian pugilist. " Let 'im get in front of the line, an I'll show 'im that I know how to fire to the right and left oblike." Carter laughed contemptuously when informed of the bruiser's threat. " It's not worth taking notice of," he said. " I know what he'll do when he comes under the enemy's fire. He'll blaze away straight before him as fast as he can load and pull trigger, he'll be in such a cursed hurry to kill the men who are trying to kill him. I couldn't probably make him fire right oblique, if I wanted to. You never have seen men in battle, Captain Colburne. It's really amusing to notice how eager and savage new troops are. The mo- ment a man has discharged his piece he falls to loading as if his salvation depended on it. The moment he has loaded he fires just where he did the first time, whether he sees anything or not. And he'll keep doing this till you stop him. I am speaking of raw troops, you understand. The old cocks save their powder, — that is unless they get be- deviled with a panic. You must remember this when w.e come to fight. Don't let your men get to blazing away at nothino^ and scarinsj themselves with their own noise, un- der the delusion that they are fiercely engaged." During the month or more which the brigade passed at Carrollton Ravenel frequently visited Colburne, and did not forget to make an incidental call or two of civility on Colonel Carter. On two or three gala occasions he brought out Mrs. Larue and Miss Ravenel. They always came and went by the railroad, their present means not justifying a carriage. When the ladies appeared in cam^) the Colonel usually discovered the fact, and hastened to make himself master of the situation. He invited them under the mar- quee of his double tent, brought out store of confiscated Madeira, ordered the regimental band to play, sent word to the Lieutenant-Colonel to take charge of dress-parade, and escorted his visitors in front of the Ime to show them the exercises. In these high official hospitalities neither From Secession to Loyalty. 197 Colburne nor any other company officer was invited to share. Even the lieutenant-colonel, the major, the first surgeon and the cha^ilain, though ranking as field and stafl:* ofiicers, kept at a respectful distance from the favored visitors and their awful host. For discipline's sake Carter lived in loftier state among these volunteers than he would have done in a regular regiment. Miss Ravenel was amused, but she was also considerably impressed, by the awe with which he was regarded by all who surrounded him. I believe that all women admire men who can make other men afraid. " Are you as much scared at the general as your officers are at you ?" she laughingly asked. " I wish I could see the general." " I will brmg him to your house," saicl Carter ; but this was one of the jDromises that he did not keep. That gay speech of the young lady must have been a bitter dose to him, as we know who are aware of his professional disap- pointment. The ladies were delighted to walk down the open ranks on inspection, and survey the neat packing of the double lines of unslung knapsacks. " It is like going through a milliner's shop," said Lillie. " How nicely the things are folded ! They really have a great deal of taste in arranging the colors. See, here is blue and red and grey, and then blue again, with a black cravat here and a white handherchief there. It is like the backs of a row of books." "Yes, this box knapsack is a good one for show," the Colonel admitted. " It is too large, however. When the men come to march they will find themselves overloaded. I shall have to make a final inspection and throw away a few tons of these extra-military gewgaws. What does a soldier want of .black cravats and daguerreotypes and diaries and Testaments ?" " How cruelly practical you are !" said Lillie. " Not in every thing," responded the Colonel with a sigh ; 198 Miss Ravexel's Conversion and for some reason the young lady blushed profoundly at the answer. Of course these visits, the regiment, the Reserve Brigade, and its destination were matters of frequent conversation at the Ravenel dwellinor. Throuorh some leak of indiscre- tion or treachery it transpired that Weitzel was to oust Mouton from the country between the Mississippi and* the Atchafalaya, where he was a constant menace to New Or- leans. The whole city, rebel and loyal, argued and quar- reled about the chances of success. The Secessionists Avere rampant ; they said that Mouton had fifteen thousand men ; they ofi:ered to bet their j^iles that he would have Xcw Or- leans back in a month. At every notable corner and in front of every poj^ular drinking saloon were grouj^s of tall, dark, fierce-looking men, carrying heavy canes, who glared at Union oflicers and muttered about coming Union defeats. Pale brunette ladies flouted their skirts scornfully at sight of Federal uniforms, and flounced out of omnibusses and street cars defiled by their presence. These feminine politicians never visited Miss Ravenel, how- ever intimately they might have known her before the war ; and if they met her in the street they complimented her with the same look of hate which they vouchsafed to the flag of theu' country. With Madame Larue they were still on good terms, although they rarely called at her house for fear of encountering the Ravenels. This suited Madame's puqDOses precisely ; she could thereby be Federal at home and Secessionist abroad. " You know, my dears," she would say to the female Langdons and Soules, " that one cannot undo one's self of one's own relatives. That would be unreasonable. So I am obliged to receive the Doctor and his poor daughter at my house. But I understand perfectly that their so- ciety must be to you disagreeable. Therefore I absolve you, though with pain, from returning my visits. But, my dears, I shall only call on you the more often. Do not be surprised," she would sometimes add, " if you see a Fed- Fko:h Secession to Loyalty. 199 eral uniform enter my door from time to time. I have my objects. I flatter myself that I shall yet be of benefit to the good cause." And in fact she did occasionally send to a certain secret junto scraps of information which she professed to have ex- tracted from Union ofiicers. This information was of no value ; it is even probable that much of it was a deliberate figment of her imagination ; but in this way she kept her j)olitical odor sweet in the nostrils of the city Secessionists. In secret she cared for little more than to be on the safe side and keep her property. She laughed with delighted malice at the Doctor's sarcasms upon the absurdities of New Orleans politics, and the rottenness of ISTew Orleans morals. She sympathized with Lillie's youthful indigna- tion at her own social proscription. She flattered Carter's professional pride by predicting his success m the field. She satirized Colburne behind his back, and praised him to his face, for his Catonian principles. She was all things to all men, and made herself generally agreeable. Meantime Lillie had become what she called a Federalist ; for she was not yet so established in the faith as to style it Loyalist or Patriot. What girl would not have been thus converted, driven as she w^as from the mansion of secession by its bitter inmates, and drawn towards the op- posing house by her father and her two admirers ? Colonel Carter's visits were frequent and his influence strong and increasing, notwithstandmg the Doctor's warning tirades. It made her uneasy, fretful and unhappyj to disagree with her father ; but on the subject of this preference she posi- tively could not hold his opinions. He seemed to her to be so unjust ; she could not understand why he should be so bitterly and groundlessly prejudiced ; the reasons which he hinted at glided off" her like rain off a bird's feathers. She granted no faith to the insinuation that the Colonel was a bad man, nor, had she credited it, would she have inferred therefrom that he would make a bad husband. Let us not be astonished at the delusion of this intelligent 200 Miss Raven el's Conversion and pure-minded young lady. I have witnessed more ex- traordinary assortments and choices than this. I have more than once seen an elegant, brilliant, highly-cultured girl make an inexplicable and hungry snap at a man who was stupidly, boorishly, viciously her mferior. The subtle and potent sense which draws the two sexes together is •an inexorable despot. The Colonel was one of its victims, although not quite bereft of reason. Still, if he did not offer himself to Miss Ravenel before going on this Lafourche expedition, it was simply from considerations of worldly prudence, or, as he phrased it to hunself, out of regard to her happiness. He thought that his pay was insufficient to support her in the style to which she had been accustomed, and in which he wished his wife to live. That he would be rejected he did not much expect, being a veteran in love affairs, accus- tomed to conquer, and gifted by birthright with an auda- cious confidence. Xor did he so much as suspect that he was not good enough for her. His moral perceptions, not very keen perhaps by nature, had been still further cal- loused by thii'ty-five years of wandering in the wilderness of sin. Strange as it may seem to people of staid lives the Colonel did not even consider himself a fast man. He al- lowed that he drank ; yes, that he sometimes drank more than was good for him ; but, as he laughingly said, he never took more than his regulation quart a day; by which he meant that, according to the army standard, he was a temperate drinker. As to gambling, that was a gentleman's amusement, and moreover he had done very little of it in the last year or two. It was true that he had had various ; but then all men did that sort of thing at times and under temptation ; they did it more or less openly, according as they were men of the world or hypocrites ; if they said they didn't, they lied. The Colonel did not grant the least faith to the story of Joseph, or, al- lowing it to be true, for the sake of argument, he consid- ered Joseph no gentleman. In short, after inspecting him- From Secessiox to Loyalty. 201 self fairly and fully according to his lights, he concluded that he was rather honorable even in his vices. Had he not, for instance, entangled himself in that affair of the French boudoir chiefly to get Miss Ravenel out of his head, and so keep fvom leading her and himself into a poverty- stricken marriage ? Thus, though he was very frank with himself, he still concluded that he was a tolerably good fellow. Yes ; and there were many other persons who thought him good enough ; men who knew his ways per- fectly but could not see much matter of reproach in them. In this state of opinion, and temper of feehng, the Colonel approached his last interveiw with Miss Ravenel. He meant to avoid the temptation of seeing her alone on this occasion ; but when Mrs. Larue told him that he should have a private interview of half an hour he could not re- fuse the offer. It must not be supposed that Lillie was a party to the conspiracy. Madame alone originated, planned, and executed. She saw to it beforehand that the Doctor should be invited out ; she stopped Colburne on the door- step with a message that the ladies were not at home ; lastly she slipped out of the parlor, dodged through the back passage into the Ravenel house, and remained there thirty minutes by the watch. It vexed this amiable crea- ture a trifle that the Colonel should j^refer Lillie; but since he would be so foolish, she was determmed that he should make a marriage of it. Leaving her to these re- flections as she walks the Doctor's studio, kicking his mmerals about the carpet with her little feet, or watchuig at the window lest he should return unexpectedly, let us go back to Mss Ravenel and her still imdecided lover. It was understood that the expedition was to sail the next day, although Carter had not said so, not being a man to tattle official secrets. When, therefore, he entered the house that evening, she felt a vague dread of him, as if half comprehending that the occasion might lead him to say somethmg decisive of her future. Carter on his part knew that he would not be interrupted for a reasonable 12 202 Miss Ravexel's CoxvetwSiox number of minutes ; and as Mrs. Larue left the room the sense of opportunity rushed upon him like a flood of tempta- tion. He forgot in an instant that she was poor, that he was poor and extravagant, and that a marriage would be the maddest of follies, compared with which all his by- gone extravagancies were acts of sedate wisdom. He was now what he always had been, and what people of strong passions very frequently are, the victim of chance and juxtaposition. He rose from the sofa where he had been sitting and worrying his cap, walked straight across the room with a firm step, like the resolute, irresistible ad- vance of a veteran regiment, and took a cliair beside her. " Miss Ravenel," he said, and stopped. There was more profound feeling in his voice and face than we have yet seen him exhibit m this history ; there was so much, and it was so electrical in its natuix?, at least as regarded her, that she trembled in body and spirit. " Miss Rav- enel," he resumed, " I did mtend to go to this battle without saying one word of love to you. But I cannot do it. You see I cannot do it." Such a moment as this is one of the supreme moments of a woman's life. There is a fulfillment of hope which is thrillingly delicious ; there is a demand, amounting to a decree, which involves her whole bemg, her whole future ; there is a surprise, — it is always a surprise, — which is so sudden and great that it falls like a terror. A pure and loving girl who receives a first declaration of love from the man whom she has secretly chosen out of all men as the keeper of her heart is in a condition of soul wliich makes her womanhood all ecstacy. There is not a nerve in her brain, not a drop of blood in her body, which does not go delirious with the enthusiasm of the moment. She does not ^eem really to see, nor to hear, nor to speak, but only to feel that presence and those words, and her own reply ; to feel them all by some new, miraculous sense, such as we are conscious of in dreams, Avhen things are communicated to us and by us without touch or voice. It From Secession to Loyalty. 203 is a mere palpitation of feeling, yet full of utterances ; a throbbing of happiness so acute and startling as to be al- most pain. That man has no just comprehension of this moment, or is very unworthy of the power vested in his manhood, who can awaken such emotions merely for a passing pleasure, or blight them afterward by unfaithful- ness and neglect. In one sense Carter was as noble as his triumph ; he was not a good man, but he could love fer- vently. At the same time he was not timorous, but under- stood her although she did not answer. Precisely because she did not speak, because he saw that she could not speak, because he felt that no more speech was necessary, he took her hand and pressed it to his lips. The color which had left her skin came back to it and burned like a flame in her face and neck. " May I write to you when I am away ?" he asked. She raised her eyes to his with an expression of loving gratitude which no words could utter. She tried to speak, but she could only whisper — " Oh ! I should be so happy." " Then, my dear, my dearest one, remember that I am yours, and try to feel that you are mine." I shall go no farther in the description of this interview. CHAPTER XV. LILLIE BIDS GOOD-BYE TO THE LOVER WHOM SHE HAS CHOSEX, AND TO THE LOVER WHOM SHE WOULD NOT CHOOSE. LiLLiE left Mrs. Larue early, without a word as to the great event which had just changed the world for her, and retired to her own house and her own room. She was in a state of being, half stunned, half ecstatic ; every faculty seemed to be suspended, except so far as it was 204 Miss Ravexel's Coxveksiox electrified to action by one idea ; she sat by the window with folded hands, motionless, seeing and hearing only through her memory ; she sought to recollect him as he was when he took her hand and kissed it ; she called to mind all that he had said and looked and done. She could not tell whether she had been thus occupied five minutes or half an hour, when she heard the tinkle of the door-bell, followed by her father's entrance. Tlien sud- denly a great terror and sense of guilt fell upon her spirit. From the moment when that confession of love had been uttered down to this moment her mind had been occupied by but one human being, and that was her lover. Now, for the first time during the evening, she recollected that the man of her choice was not the man of her father's choice, but, more than almost any other person, the object of liis suspicion, if not of his aversion. Yet she loved them both ; she could not take sides with one against the other; it would kill her to give up the affection of either. All impulse, all passion, blood and brain as trem- ulous as quicksilver, she ran down stairs, opened the door into the study where the doctor stood among his boxes, wavered backward under a momentary throb of fear, then sprang forward, threw her arms around his neck and sobbed upon his shoulder, " Oh, papa ! — I am so happy ! — so miserable !" The doctor stared in astonishment and in some vague alarm. Hardly aware of how much energy he used, he detached her from him and held her out at arm's length, looking anxiously at her for an explanation. " Oh, don't push me away," begged Lillie, and strug- gled back to him, trying to hide her face against his breast. A suspicion of the truth fell across the Doctor, but he strove to fling it from him as one dashes off* a disagreeable reptile. Still, he looked quite nervous and apprehensive as he said, " What is it, my child ?" Fkom Secession to Lovalty. 205 " Mr. Carter Tvill tell you," she whispered ; then, before he could speak, " Do love him for my sake." He pushed her sobbing into a chaii-, and turned his back on her with a groan. " Oh \—That man !— I can't— I won't." He walked several times rapidly up and down the room, and then broke out again. " I can not consent. I will not consent. It is not my duty. Oh, Lillie ! how could you choose the very man of all that — ! I tell you this must not be. It must stop here. I have no confidence in him. He will not make you happy. He will make you miserable. I tell you that you will re- gret the day that you marry him to the last moment of your life. My child," (persuasively) " you must believe me. You must trust my judgment. Will you not be persuaded ? Will you not stop where you are ?" He ceased his walk and gazed eagerly at her, hoping for some aflirmative sign. As may be supposed Lillie could not give it ; she could make no very distinct signs just then, either one way or the other ; she did not speak, nor look at him, nor shake her head, nor nod it ; she only cov- ered her face with her hands, and sobbed. Then the Doc- tor, feeling himself to be forsaken, and acknowledging it by outward dumb show, after the manner of men who are greatly moved, went to the other end of the room, sat down by himself and dropped his head into his hands, as if accept- ing utter loneliness m the world. Lillie gave him one glance in his acknowledged extremity of desertion, and, rimning to him, knelt at his feet and laid her head against his. She was certainly the most unhappy of the two, but her eagerness w^as even stronger than her misery. " Oh papa ! ivhy do you hate him so ?" " I don't hate him. I dread him. I suspect him. I know he will not make you happy. I know he will make you miserable." " But why ? — why ? Perhaps he can explain it. Tell 206 Miss R a v e n e l ' s Conversion him what you think, papa. I am sure he can expLain every- thing." But the Doctor only groaned, rose up, disentangled himself from his daughter, and leavmg her there on the floor, continued his doleful walk. Xever having really feared what had come to pass, but only given occasional thought to it as a possible though improbable calamity, he had not inquired strictly into Carter's manner of life, and so had nothing definite to al- lege against him. At the same time he knew perfectly well from trifling circumstances, incidental remarks, gen- eral air and bearing, that he was one of the class known in the world as " men about town :" a class not only obnox- ious to the Doctor's moral sentiments as the antipodes of his own purity, but also as bemg a natural product of that slaveholding system which he regarded as a compendium of injustice and wickedness ; a class the members of which were constantly coming to grief and bringmg sorrow upon those who held them m affection. He knew them ; he had watched and disliked them since his childhood ; he was familiar by unpleasant observation with their language, feelings, and doings ; he knew where they began, how they went on, and in what sort they ended. The calamities which they wrought for themselves and all who were 'con- nected with tiiem he had witnessed in a hundred similar, and, so to speak, reflected instances. He remembered young Hammer si ey, who had sunk down in drunken par- alysis and burned liis feet to a crisp at his father's fire. Young Ellicot had dashed out his brains by leapuig from a fourth story window in a fit of delirium tremens. Tom Akers was shot dead while drunk by a negro whom he had horribly tortured. Fred Sanderson beat his wife until she left him, spent his property at bars and gaming-tables and died in Cuba wjth Walker. Others he recollected, by the dozen, it seemed to him, who had fallen, wild with whiskey, in grog-shop broils or savage street rencontres. Those who lived to grrow old had slave-born children, whom From Secession to Loyalty. 207 they either shamelessly acknowledged, or more shamelessly- ignored, and perha^^s sold at the auction-block. They were drunkards, gamblers, adulterers, murderers. Of such was the kingdom of Hell. And this man, to whom his only child, his Lillie, had entrusted her heart, was, he feared, he almost knew, one of that same class, although not, it was to be hoped, so deeply stamed with the brutish forms of vice which flow directly from slavery. He could not entrust her to him ; he could not accept him as a son. At the same time he could not in this interview make any distinct charges against his life and character. Accordingly his talk was vague, incoherent, and sounded to Lillie like the frettings of groundless prejudice. The painful inter- view lasted above an hour, and, so far as concerned a de- cision, ended precisely where it began. " Go to your bed, my child," the Doctor said at last. " And go to sleep if you can. You will cry yourself sick." She gave him a silent kiss, wet with tears, and went away with an aching heart and a wearied frame. For two hours or more the Doctor continued his miser- able walk up and down the study, from the door to the window, from corner to corner, occasionally stopping to rest a tired body which yet had no longing for slumber. He went back over his daughter's life, begmning with the infantile days when he used to send the servant away from the cradle in which she lay, and rock it himself for the pure pleasure of watching her. He remembered how she had expanded into the whole of his heart when her mother died. He thought how solely he had loved her since that bereavement, and how her love for him had grown with her growth and strengthened with every maturing power of her spirit. In the enthusiasm, the confidence of this recollection, he did not doubt at moments but that he could win her back to himself from this misplaced aflection. She was so young yet, her heart must be so pliable yet, that he could surely influence her. As this comforting hope stole through him he felt a desire to look at her. Yes, he 208 Miss Rave x el's Coxversiox must see her again before he could get to sleep ; he would go gently to her room and gaze at her without waking her. ' Putting on his slipi^ers, he crept softly up stairs and opened her door without noise. By the light of a dying candle he saw Lillie in her night dress, sittmg up in bed and wipmg the tears from her cheeks with her hands. " Papa !" she said in an eager gasp, tremulous with affection, grief and hope. " Oh, my child ! I thought you would be asleep," he answered, advancmg to the bedside. " You are not very angry with me ?" she asked, making him sit down by her. " No ; not angry. But so grieved !" *' Then may he not write to me ?" She looked so loving, so eager, so soiTOwful that he could not say Xo. " Yes ; he may write." She drew his head towards her with her wet hands, and gave him a kiss the very gratitude of which pamed him. " But not you," he added, trying to be stern. " You must not write. You must not entangle yourself farther. I want to make inquiries. I must have time in this mat- ter. I will not be hurried. You must not consider your- self engaged, Lillie. I cannot allow it." " Oh, you will inquire, papa ?" implored the girl, confi- dent that Carters character would come imharmed out of the furnace of investigation. " Yes, yes. But give me time. This is too important, too solemn a matter to be hurried over. I will see. I will decide hereafter. There. Now you must go to sleep. Good night, my darling." " Good night, dear papa," she murmured, with the sigh of a tu-ed child. " Forgive me." It was near morning before either of them slept ; and both came to the breakfast table with pale, wearied faces. There were dark circles around Lillie's eyes, and her head ached so that she could hardly hold it up, but still From Secession to Loyalty. 209 she put on a piteous, propitiating smile. She hoped and feared unreasonable things every time that her father spoke or seemed to her to be about to speak. She thought he might say that he had given up all his opposition ; and in the same breath she dreaded lest he might declare that it must be all over forever. But the conversation of the evening was not resumed, and the meal passed m absorbed, anxious, embarrassing silence, neither being able to talk on any subject but the one which filled their tnoughts. An hour later Lillie suddenly fled from the parlor to her own room. She had seen Carter approaching the house ; she felt certain that he came to demand her of her father ; and at such an interview she could not have been j^resent, she thought, without dymg. The mere thought of it as she sat by her window, looking out without seeing any- thing, made her breath come so painfully that she wondered whether her lungs were not afiected, and whether she were not dcptmed to die early. Her fatigue, and still more her trou- bles, made her babyish, like an invalid. After half an hour had passed she heard the outer door close upon tne visitor, and could not resist the temptation of peeping out to see him, if it were only his back. He was looking, with those handsome and audacious eyes of his straight at her win- dow. With a sudden throb of alarm, or shame, or some other womanish emotion, she hid herself behind the curtain, only to look out again when he had disappeared, and to grieve lest she had given him ofi:ence. After a while her father called her, and she went down trembling to the parlor. " I have seen him," said the Doctor. " I told him what I told you. I told him that I must wait, — that I wanted time for reflection. I gave him to understand that it must not be considered an engagement. At the same time I allowed him to write to you. God forgive me if I have done wrong. God pity us both." Lilhe did not thuik of asking if he had been civil to the Colonel ; she knew that he would not and could not be 210 Miss Rave x el's Conversion discourteous to any human being. She made no answer to what he said except by going gently to him and kissmg him. " Come, you must dress yourself," he added. The regi- ment goes on board the transport at twelve o'clock. I promised the Colonel that we would be there to bid him — and Captain Colburne good-bye." Dressing for the street was usually a long operation with Lillie, but not this morning. Although she reached the station of the Carrollton railroad in a breathless con- dition, it seemed to her that her father had never walked so slowly ; and on board the cars she really fatigued her- self with the nervous tension of an involuntary mental effort to push forward the wheezy engine. Carrollton is one the suburban offshoots of Xew Orleans, and contains some two thousand inhabitants, mostly of the poorer classes, and of Germanic lineage. Around it stretches the tame, rich, dead level which constitutes southern Louisiana. The only raised ground is the levee ; the only grand feature of the landscape is the Mississippi ; all the rest is greenery, cypress groves, orange thickets, flowers, or bare flatness. As Lillie emerged from the brick and plaster railroad-station she saw the Tenth and its companion regiments along the levee, the men sitting down ill their ranks and waituig patiently, after the man- ner of soldiers. The narrow open jDlace between the river and the dusty little suburb was thronged with citizens ; — German shopkeepers, silversmiths, &c., who were out of custom, and Irish laborers who were out of work ; — poor women, (whose husbands were in the rebel army) selling miserable cakes and beer to the enlisted men ; all, white as well as black, ragged, dirty, lounging, listless hopeless ; none of them hostile, at least not in maimer; a dis- couraged, subduced, stricken population. Against the bank were moored six steamboats, their smoke-stacks, and even their upper decks, overlooking the low landscape. They were not the famous floating palaces of the Mis- FEOii Secession to Loyalty. 211 ssisippi, those bad all been carried away by Lovell, or burnt at the wharves, or sunk in battle near the forts; these were smaller craft, such as formerly brought cotton clown the Red River, or threaded the shallows between Lake Pontchartrain and Mobile. They looked more fragile even than northern steamboats ; their boilers and machinery were unenclosed, visible, neglected, ugly ; the superstructure was a card-house of stanchions and clap- boards. The Doctor led Lillie through the crowd to a pile of lumber which, promised a view of the scene. As she mounted the humble lookout she caught sight of a manly equestrian figure, and heard a powerful bass voice thunder out a sentence of command. It was so guttural as to be incomprehensible to her ; but in obedience to it the loung- ing soldiers sprang to their feet and resumed their ranks ; the shining muskets rose straight from the shoulder, and then took a uniform slope ; there was a bustle, a mo- mentary minglmg, and she saw knapsacks instead of faces. " Battalion !" the Colonel had commanded. " Shoul- der arms. Right shoulder shift arms. Right face." He now spoke a few words to the adjutant, who re- peated the orders to the captams, and then signalled to the drum-major. To the sound of drum and fife the right com- pany, followed successively by the others from right to left, filed doAvn the little slope with a regular, resounding tramp, and rapidly crowded one of the transports with blue uniforms and shuiing rifles. How superb iq Lillie's eyes was the Colonel, though his face was grim and his voice harsh with arbitrary power. She liked him for his bronzed color, his monstrous mustache, his air of matured manhoo/l ; yes, how much better she liked him for bemg thirty-five years old than if he had been only twenty-five ! How much jDrouder of him was she because she was a little afraid of him, than if he had seemed one whom she might govern ! Presently a brilliant blush rose like a sunrise upon her countenance. Carter had caught sight of them, 212 Miss Ravexel's Conversion and was apj^roachmg. A wave of his hand and a stare of his imperious eyes drove away the flock of negroes who had crowded their lookout. The interview was short, and to a listener would have been unmteresting, unless he had known the sentimental relations of the parties. The Doc- tor did nearly all of that part of the talking which was done in words ; and his observations, if they were noted at all, probably seemed to the other two mere flatness and irrelevancy. He prophecied success to the expedition ; he wished the Colonel success for the sake of the good cause ; finally he warmed so far as to wish him personal success and safety. But what was even this to that other question of union or separation for life ? Presently the Adjutant approached with a salute, and re- ported that the transport would not accommodate the whole regiment. " It must," said the Colonel. " The men are not prop- erly stowed. I suppose they won't stow. They hav'n't learned yet that they can't have a state-room apiece. I well attend to it, Adjutant." Turnmg to the Ravenels, he added, " I suppose I must bid you good-bye. I shall have little more time to myself. I am so much obliged to you for coming to see us ofi*. God bless you ! God bless you !" Wlien a man of the Colonel's nature utters this benedic- tion seriously he is unquestionably much more moved than ordinarily. Lillie felt this : not that she considered Car- ter wicked, but simply more masculine than most men : and she was so much shaken by his unusual emotion that she could hardly forbear burstmg mto tears in public. When he was gone she would have been glad to fly im- mediately, if only she could have found a place where she might be alone. Then she had to compose herself to meet Colburne. " The Colonel sent me to take care of you," he said, as he joined them. From Secession to Loyalty. 213 " How good of him !" thought Lillie, meaning thereby Carter, and not the Captam. " Will they all get on board this boat ?" she inquired. " Yes. They are moving on now. The men of course hate to stow close, and it needed the Colonel to make then do it." " It looks awfully crowded," she answered, searching the whole craft over for a glimpse of Carter. The Doctor had little to say, and seemed quite sad ; he was actually thinking how much easier he could have loved this one than the other. Colburne knew nothing of the great event of the previous evening, and so was not mis- erable about it. He hoped to send back to this girl such a good report of himself from the field of impending battle as should exact her admiration, and perhaps force her heart to salute him Imperator. He was elated and confident; boasted of the soldierly, determined look of the men ; pointed out his own company with pride ; proj^hesied bril- liant success. When at last he bade them good-bye h^' did it in a light, kindly brave way wliich was meant to cheer up Miss Ravenel under any possible cloud of forebod- ing. " I won't say anything about being brought back on my shield. I won't ever j^romise that there shall be enough left to fill a table-spoon." Yet the heart felt a pang of somethmg like remorse for this counterfeit gayety of the lips. The gangway plank was hauled in ; a few stragglers leaped aboard at the risk of a ducking; the regimental band on the upper deck struck up a national air ; the ne- groes on shore danced and cackled and screamed with childish delight ; the noisy high-pressure engine began to sob and groan like a demon in pain, — the boat veered slowly into the stream and followed its consorts. Two gunboats and six transports steamed up the yellow river, trailing columns of black smoke athwart the blue sky, and away over the green levels of Louisiana. 214 Miss HxVtenel's Coxversiox Now came nearly a weekof anxiety to Lillie and trouble to her father. She Avas -^vith him as much as possible, partly because that was her okl and loving habit, and partly because she wanted him continually at hand to comfort her. She was not satisfied with seemg him morn- ing and evening ; she must visit him at the hospitals, and go back and forth with him on the street cars ; she must hear from him every half hour that there was no danger of evil tidings, as if he were a newsj^aper issued by extras ; she must keep at him with questions that no man could answer. " Papa, do you believe that Mouton has fifteen thousand men ? Do you believe that there will be a great battle ? Do you believe that our side " (she could call it our side now) " will be beaten ? Do you believe that our loss will be very heavy ? What is the usual proportion of killed in a battle ? You don't knaw ? Well, but what are the probabilities ?'' If he took up a book or opened his cases of minerals, it was, " Oh, please don't read," or, " Please let those stones alone. I want you to talk to me. When do you suppose the battle will haj)pen ? When shall we get the first news ? When shall we get the particulai-s ?" And so she kej^t questioning ; she was enough to won-y the life out of j^apa : but then he was accustomed to be thus worried. He was a most patient man, even in the bosom of his own family, which is not so common a trait as many persons suppose. One afternoon those sallow, black-eyed Hectors at the corners of the streets, who looked so much like gamblers and talked so much like traitors, had an air of elation which scared Miss Ravenel ; and she accordinglp hurried home to receive a confirmation of her fears from Mrs. Larue, who had heard that there had been a great battle near Thibodeaux, that Weitzel had been de- feated and that Mouton would certainly be in tlie city by next day afternoon. For an hour she was m an agony of unalleviated terror, for her comforter had not returned From Secession to Loyalty. 215 from the hospital. When he ^ame she ilew upon him and ravenously demanded consolation. " My dear, yon must not be so childish," remonstrated^ the Doctor. " You must have more nerve, or you won't last the year out." " But what will become of you ? If Mouton comes here you will be sacrificed — you and all the Union men. I ^-ish you would take refuge on board some of the ships of war. Do go and see if they will take you. T shan't be hurt. I can get along." Ravenel laughed. " My dear, have you gone back to your babyhood ? I don't believe this story at all. When the time comes I will look out for the safety of both of us." " But do please go somewhere and see if you can't hear something." And when the Doctor was thus driven to pick up his hat, she took hers also and accompanied him, not being able to wait for the news until his return. They could learn nothing ; the journals had no bulletms out ; the Union banker, Mr. Barker, had nothmg to communicate ; they looked wistfully at headquarters, but did not dare to in- trude upon General Butler. As they went homeward the knots of well-dressed Catilines at the corners carried their treasonable heads as high and stared at Federal uniforms as insolently as ever. Ravenel thought sadly how much they resembled in air the well-descended gentleman to whom he feared that he should have to trust the happiness of his only child. Those of them who knew him did not speak nor bow, but glared at him as a Pawnee might glare at the captive himter around whose stake he expected to dance on the morrow. Evidently his life would be in peril if Mouton should enter the city ; but he was a san- guine, man and did not believe in the calamity. Next mornmg, as the father set off for the hospital, the daughter said, " If you hear any thing, do come right straight and tell me." 216 Miss R a v e n e l ' s C o n v e k s i o x Twenty minutes after waM Ravenel was back at the house, breathless and radiant. "Weitzel had gained a vic- tory ; had taken cannon and hundreds of prisoners ; was in full march on the rebel capital, Thibodeaux. " Oh ! I am so happy !" cried the heretofore Secessionist. " But is there no list of killed and wounded ? Has our loss been heavy ? What do you think ? What do you think are the probabilities ? How strange that there should be no list of killed and wounded ! Was that positively all that you heard ? So little ? Oh, papa, don't, please, go to the hospital to-day. I can't bear to stay alone. — ^Well, if you must go, I will go with you." And go she did, but left him in half an hour after she got there, crazy to be near the bulletm boards. During the day she bought all the extras, and read four descrip- tions of the battle, all precisely alike, because copied from the same official bulletin, and all unsatisfactory because they did not contain lists of killed and wounded. But at the post-office, just before it closed, she was rewarded for that long day of wearymg inquiries. There was a letter from Carter to herself, and another from Colbume to her father. " My dear Lillie," began the first ; and here she paused to kiss the words, and wipe away the tears. " We have had a smart little fight, and whipped the enemy hand- somely. Weitzel managed matters in a way that really does him great credit, and the results are one cannon, three hundred prisoners, possession of the killed and wounded, and of the field of battle. Our loss was tri- fling, and includes no one whom you know. Life and limb being now doubly valuable to me for your sake, I am happy to inform you that I did not get hurt. I am tu-ed and have a great deal to do, so that I can only scratch you a line. But you must believe me, and I know that you will believe me, when I tell you that I have the heart to write you a dozen sheets instead of only a dozen sen- tences. Good bye, my dear one. " Ever and altooether vours." From Secessiox to Loyalty. 21 Y It was Lillie's first love letter ; it was from a lover who had just come unharmed out of the perils of battle ; it was a "bLinding, thrilling page to read. She would not let her father take it ; no, that was not in the agreement at all ; it was too sacred even for his eyes. But she read it to him, all but those words of endearment ; all but those very words that to her were the most precious of all. In return he handed her Colburne's epistle, which was also brief. " My dear Doctor, — I have had the greatest pleasure of my whole life ; I have fought under the flag of my country, and seen it victorious. I have not time to write particulars, but you will of course get them in the papers. Our regiment behaved most nobly, our Colonel proved himself a hero, and our General a genius. We are en- camped for the night on the field of battle, cold and hun- gry, but brimming over with pride and happiness. There may be another battle to-morrow, but be sure that we shall conquer. Our men were greenhorns yesterday, but' they are veterans to-day, and will face any thing. Ask Miss Ravenel if she will not turn loyal for the sake of our gal- lant little army. It deserves even that compliment. " Truly yours." " He doesn't say that he is unhurt," observed the Doc- tor. " Of course he is," answered Lillie, not willing to sup- pose for him the honor of a wound when her paragon had none. " Colonel Carter says that the loss includes no one whom we know." " He is a noble fellow," pursued the Doctor, still dwell- ing on the young man's magnanimity in not thinking to speak of himself. " He is the most truly heroic, chivalrous gentleman that I know. He is one of nature's noblemen." Lillie was piqued at these praises of Colburne, not con- sidering him half so fine a character as Carter, m eulogy K 218 Miss Ravenel's Conversion of whom her father said nothing. She thought of asking him if he had noticed how the Captain spoke of the Col- onel as a hero — ^but concluded not to do it, for fear he might reply that the latter ought to have paid the former the same compliment. She felt that for the present, until her father's prejudices should wear away, she must be contented with deifying her Achilles alone. Notwith- standing this pettish annoyance, grievous as it was to a most loving spirit strongly desirous of sympathy, the rest of the day passed delightfully, the time being divided be- tween frequent readings of Carter's letter, and intervals of meditation thereon. The epistle which her father wrote to the Colonel was also thoroughly read, and was in fact so emendated and enlarged by her suggestions that it might be considered her composition. CHAPTER XYI. colonel cakter gains one victory, and miss ravenel ANOTHER. After the victory of Georgia Landing, the brigade was stationed for the winter in the vicinity of the little half- Creole, half- American city of Tliibodeaux. I have not time to tell of the sacking of this land of rich plantations ; how the inhabitants, by flying before the northern Yandals, in- duced the spoliation of their own property ; how the ne- groes defiled and jDlundered the forsaken houses, and how the soldiers thereby justified themselves in plundering the negroes ; how the furniture, plate and libraries of the La- fourche planters were thus scattered upon the winds of destruction. These things are matters of public and not of private history. If I were writing the life and times of Colonel Carter, *or of Captain Colburne, I should relate them with conscientious tediousness, adding a description F li o it S E c E s s I o X TO Loyalty 219 in the best style of modern i^^ord-painting of the windmg and muddy Bayou Lafourche, the interminable parallel levees, the flat border of rich bottom land, the fields of moving cane, and the enclosmg stretches of swampy forest. But I am simply Tvritmg a biography of Miss Kavenel, illustrated by skretches of her three or four relatives and intimates. To reward Colonel Carter for his gallantry at Georgia Landmg, and to compensate him for his disappointment in not obtaining the star of a brigadier, the commanding general appomted him military governor of Louisiana, and stationed him at Xew Orleans. In his present temper and with his present intentions he was smcerely delighted to obtam the generous loot. of the governorship. In order to save up money for his ap- proachmg married life, he tried to be economical, and actually thought that he was so, although he regularly spent the monthly two hundred and twenty-two dollars of his colonelcy. But the position of governor would give him several thousands a year, and these thousands he could and would put aside to comfort and adorn his future wife. Kow-a-days there was no private and unwarrantable at- tachment to his housekeeping establishment; the pure love that was in his heart overthrew and drove out all the unclean spirits who were its enemies. Moreover, he rapidly cut down his drinkuig habits, first prunmg ofi" his cocktails before breakfast, then his absmthe before dinner, then liis afternoon whiskeys straight, then his convivial eyenmg punches, and in short everything but the hot night-cap with which he prepared himself for slumber. " That may have to go, too," he said to himself, " when I am married." He spent every spare moment with Lillie and her father. He was quite happy m his love-born sanctification of sj^irit, and showed it in his air, countenance and conversation! Man of the world as he was, or thought he was, roue as he had been, it never occurred to him to wonder at the 220 Miss Ravenel's Cox version o change which had come over him, nor to laugh at him- self because of it. To a nature so simply passionate as his, the present hour of passion was the only hour that he could realize. He shortly came to feel as if he had never lived any other life than this which he was living now. The Doctor soon lost his keen distrust of Carter ; he be- gan to respect him, and consequently to like him. Indeed he could not help being pleased with any tolerable person who pleased his daughter ; although he sometimes exhib- ited a petulant jealousy of such persons which was droll enough, considering that he was only her father. " Papa, I believe you would be severe on St. Cecilia, or St. Ursula, if I should get intimate with them," Lillie had once said. " I never had a particular friend since I was a baby, but what you picked her to pieces." And the Doctor had m reply looked a little indignant, not perceiving the justice of the criticism. By the way, Lillie had a similar jealousy of him, and was ready to slander any single woman who ogled him too fondly. There were moments of great anguish when she feared that he might be inveigled into admiring, perhaps lovuig, perhaps (horrid thought !) marrying, Mrs. Larue. If it ever occurred to her that this would be a poetically just retribution for her own sin of giving away her heart with- out asking his approval, she drew no resignation from the thought. I may as well state here that the widow did oc- casionally make eyes at the Doctor. He was oldish, but he was very charmuig, and any man is better than no man, She had given up Carter ; our friend Colburne was Avith his regiment at Thibodeaux ; and the male angels of New Orleans were so few that their visits were far between. So those half-shut, almond eyes of dewy blackness and brightness were frequently turned sidelong upon Ravenel, with a coquettish significance which made Lillie uneasy in the innermost chambers of her filial affection. Mi's. Larue had very remarkable eyes. They were the only features of her face that were not under her control : they were so From Secession to Loyalty. 221 expressive that she never could fully veil their meaning. They were beautiful spiders, weaving quite visibly webs of entanglement, the threads of which were rays of daz- zling Hght and subtle sentiment. " Devilish handsome eyes ! Dangerous, by Jove !" re- marked the Colonel, judging in his usual confident, broad- cast fashion, right rather more than half the time. " I've seen the day, by Jove ! when they would have finished me." For the present the Doctor was saved from their perilous witchery by the advent of Colbume, who, having obtained a leave of absence for ten days, came of course to spend it with the Ravenels. Immediately the Larue orbs kin- dled for him, as if they were pyres whereon his passions, if he chose, might consume themselves to ashes. She exhib- ited and felt no animosity on account of bygones. She was a most forgiving, cold-hearted, good-natured, selfish, well-bred little creature. She never had standing quarrels, least of all with the other sex ; and she could practice a marvellous perseverance, without any acrimony in case of disappointment. Colburne was favored with private in- terviews which he did not seek, and visions of conquest which did not excite his ambition. He was taken by gen- tle force up the intricate paths of a mountain of talk, and shown the unsubstantial and turbulent kingdoms of coque- try, with a hint that all might be his if he would but fall down and worship. It became a question in his mind whe- ther Milton should not have represented Satan as a female of French extraction and Xew Orleans education. " Captain Colburne, you do not like women," she once said. " I beg your pardon — I repel the horrible accusation." " Oh, I admit that you like a woman — this one, perhaps, or that one. But it is the individual which interests yoa, and not the sex. For woman as woman — for woman be- cause she is woman — you care little." " Mrs. Larue, it is a very singular charge. iN'ow that 222 Miss Ravexel's Converriox * you have brought it to my notice, I don't know but I must plead guilty, to some extent. You mean to say, I suppose, that I can't or won't fall in love with the first woman I come to, merely because she is handy." " That is precisely it, only you have phrased it rather grossly." " And do you charge it as a fault in my character ?" " I avow that I do not regard it as so manly, so truly masculme, you comprehend, as the opposite trait." " Upon my honor !" exclaimed Colburne in amazement. "Then you must consider, — I beg your pardon — but it follows that Don Juan was a model man." " In my opuiion he was. Excuse my frankness. I am older than you. I have seen much life. I have a right to philosophise. Just see here. It is intended for wise rea- sons that man should not leave woman alone ; that he should seek after her constantly, and force himself upon her ; that, losing one, he should find another. Therefore the man, who, losing one, chooses another, best represents his sex." She waited for a reply to her argument, but Colburne was too much crushed to ofier one. He shirked his honest duty as an interlocutor by saying, " Mrs. Larue, this is a novel idea to me, and I must have time for consideration before I accept it." She laughed without a sign of embarrassment, and changed the subject. But Mrs. Larue was not the only cause which prevented Colburne's visit from being a monotony of happiness. He soon discovered that there was an understanding between Colonel Carter and Miss Ravenel ; not an engagement, perhaps, but certainly an inner circle of confidences and sentiments into which he was not allowed to enter. In this matter Lillie was more open and legible than her lover. She so adored her hero because of the deadly perils which he had aflfronted, and the honor wliich he had borne from anion o- theii' flame and smoke, that she could not always con- o Feom Secession to Loyalty. 223 ceal, and sometimes did not care to conceal, her admira- tion. Xot that she ever expressed it by endearments or fondling words : no, that would have been a coarse au- dacity of which her maidenly nature was incapable : but there were rare glances ot irrepressible meaning, surprised out of her very soul, which came like revelations. When she asked Colburne to tell her the whole story of Georgia Landing, he guessed easily what she most wanted to hear. To please her, he made Carter the hero of the epic, related how impetuous he was during the charge, how superbly cool as soon as it was over, how he sat his horse and waved his sabre and gave his orders. To be sure, the enthusiastic youth took a soldierly j^leasure in the history ; he was honestly proud of his commander, and he loved to tell the tale of his own only battle. But notwithstanding this slight pleasure, notwithstanding that the Doctor treated him with even tender consideration, and that Mrs. Larue was often amusing as well as embarrassmg, he did not enjoy his visit. This mysterious cloud which encom- passed the Colonel and Miss Ravenel, sejDaratuig them from all others, cast upon him a shadow of melancholy. In the first place, of course, it was pamful to suspect that he had lost this charming girl ; in the second, he grieved on her account, not believing it possible that with that man for a husband she could be permanently happy. Carter was a brave soldier, an able officer, a person of warm and natu- rally kind impulses ; but gentlemen of such habits as his were not considered good matches where Colburne had formed his opinions. No man, whatever his talents, could win a professorship in Winslow University, or occupy a respectable niche in N'ew Boston society, who rarely went to church, who drank freely and openly, who had been seen to gamble, who swore like a trooper, and who did other things which the Colonel had been known to do. All this time he was so over-modest by nature, and so op- pressed by an acquired sense of soldierly subordination, that he never seriously thought of setting himself up as a 224 Miss Ravexel's Conversion rival against the Colonel. Perhaps I am tedious in my analvsis of the Captain's opinions, motives and sentiments. The truth is that I take a sympathetic interest in liim, be- lieving him to be a representative young man of my native iSTew England, and that I consider him a better match for Miss Ravenel than this southern " high-toned " gentleman whom she insists upon having. While Colburne was feeling so strongly with regard to Lillie, could she not devote a sentiment to him? Xot many; she had not time; she was otherwise occupied. So selfishly wrapped up in her own affections was she, that, until Mrs. Larue laughingly suggested it, she never thought of his bemg jealous or miserable on account of her. Then she hoped that he did not care much for her, and was really sorry for him if he did. What a horrible. fate it seemed to her to be disappointed in love ! She re- membered that she had once liked hmi very much indeed ; but so she did even yet, she added, with a comfortable closing oflier eyes to all change in the nature of the senti- ment ; and perhaps he only fancied her in a similar Pla- tonic fashion. Once she had cut out of a paper, and put away in so safe a place that now she could not find it, a little poem whicli he had written, and which was only in- terestino- because he was the author. She blushed as she called her folly to mind, and resolved that it should never be known to any one. It is curious that she was a little vexed with Colburne because of this reminiscence, and felt that it more than repaid him for all the secret devotion wliicb he might have lavished on her. " My leave of absence has not been as pleasant as I hoped it would be," he once had the courage to remark. " Why not ?" she asked absent-mmdedly ; for she was thinking of her own heart affairs. "I fear that I have lost some sympathies which I once- Here he checked himself, not daring to confess how much he had once hoped. With a sudden comprehension From Secession to Loyalty. 225 of his meaning Lillie colored intensely, after her usual fashion on startlkig occasions, and glanced about the room in search of some other subject of conversation. " I have a sense of bemg a stranger in the family," he explained after a moment of painful silence. She might surely have said something kind here, but she was too conscientious or too much embarrassed to do it. She made one of those efforts which Avomen are ca- pable of, and sailed out of the difficulty on the wmgs of a laugh. " I am sure Mrs. Larue takes a deep interest in you." Colburne colored in his turn under a sense of mortifica- tion mmgled with something like anger. Both were re- lieved when Doctor Ravenel entered, and thereby broke up the fretting dialogue. Xow why was not the young man informed of the real state of affairs in the family ? Simply because the Doctor, fearful for his child's happiness, and loth to lose dominion over her future, could not yet bring himself to consider the engagement as a finality. There were no scenes during the leave of absence. N'ei- ther Colburne nor Madame Larue made a declaration or received a refusal. Two days before the leave of absence terminated he sadly and wisely and resolutely took his departure for Thibodeaux. Xothing of interest happened to him during the winter, except that he accompanied his regiment in Weitzel's advance up the Teche, which re- sulted in the retreat of Mouton from Camp Beasland, and the destruction of the rebel iron-clad " Cotton." A nan-a- tive of the expedition, written with his usual martial en- thusiasm, but which imfortunately I have not space to pubhsh, was received by Doctor Ravenel, and declared by him to be equal in precision, brevity, elegance, and every other classical quality of style, to the Commentaries of Julius Caesar. The Colonel remarked, in his practical way, that the thing seemed to have been well planned, and that the Captain's account was a good model for a de- spatch, only a little too long-winded and poetical. K2 226 Miss Ravenel's Conveksion Colburne being absent, Mrs. Larue turned her guns once more upon the Doctor. As the motto o]tan Irishman at a Donnybrook fair is, " Wherever you see a head, hit it," so the rule which guided her in the Vanity Fair of this life was, " Wherever you see a man, set your cajD at him." It must not be supposed, however, that she made the same eyes at the Doctor that she made at Colburne. Her man- ner would vary amazingly, and frequently did vary to suit her company, just as a chameleon's jacket is said to change color according to the tree which he inhabits ; and this was not because she was simple and easily influenced, but precisely because she was artful and anxious to govern, and knew that soft looks and words are woman's best means of emj^ire. It Avas interesting to see what a nun- like and saintly pose she could take in the presence of a clergyman. To the Colonel she acted the part of Lady Gay Spanker ; to the Doctor she was femme raisonnahle^ and, so far as she could be, femme savante ; to Colburne she of late generally played the female Platonic j^hiloso- pher. It really annoys me to reflect how little space I must allow myself for paintmg the character of this re- markable woman. " She was nobody's fool but her own," remarked the Colonel, who understood her in a coarse, incomplete way ; nor did she deceive either Lillie or the Doctor in regard to the main features of her character, although they had no suspicion how far she could carry some of her secret caprices. It is hard to blind completely the eyes of one's own family and daily intimates. As a hen is in trouble when lier ducklings take to the water, so was Lillie's soul disturbed when her father was out on the flattering sea of Madame's conversation. Car- ter was amused at the wiles of the widow and the terrors of the daughter. He comprehended the aflair as well as Lillie, at the same time that he did not see so very much harm in it, for the lady was pretty, clever, young enough, and had money. But nothing came of the flirtation — at least not for the present. Although the Doctor was an Fko:^ Secession to Loyalty. 227 eminently sociable being and indefatigably courteous to all of Eve's daughters, he was not at bottom what you call a ladies' man. He was too much wrapped up in his daugh- ter and in his scientific studies to be easily pervious to the shafts of Cupid ; besides which he was pretty solidly cuir- assed by fifty-five years of worldly experience. Madame even felt that she was kept at a distance, or, to use a more corporeal and specially correct expression, at arm's length, by his very politeness. " Doctor, have you not thought it odd sometimes that I never consult you professionally ?" she asked one day, changing suddenly from feimne raisonnable to Lady Gay Spanker. " Really, it never occurred to me. I don't expect to prescribe for my own family. It would be unfair to my brother doctors. I believe, too, that you are never sick." " Thanks to Heaven, never ! But that is not the only cause. The truth is — perhaps you have not noticed the fact— but you are not married. If you want me for a pa- tient, there must first be a Mrs. Ravenel." " Ah ! Yes. Somebody to whom I could confide what is the matter with you." " That would not matter. We women always tell our own maladies. Xo ; that would not matter ; it is merely the look of the thing that troubles me." The Doctor had the air of being cornered, and remained smiling at Mrs. Larue, awaiting her pleasure. " I do not propose to consult you," she continued. " I am so constantly well that I am alnost unhappy about it. But I do think seriously of studymg medicine. What is your ojDinion of female doctors ?" " A capital idea !" exclaimed Ravenel, jumping at the change of subject. " Why not follow it up ? You could master the science of medicine in two or three years, and you have ability enough to practice it to great advantage. You might be extremely useful by making a specialty of your own sex." 228 Miss Ravenel's Conversion " You are a professor of theory and practice, Doctor. Will YOU instruct me ?" " Oh ! as to that — Elderkin Avould be better. lie is pre- cisely in Avhat ought to be your line. I think that out of kindness to you I ought to say No." " Xot even if I would promise to study mmeralogy also ?" Ravenel pondered an instant, and then eluded her with a story. " That reminds me of a chaffermg which I overheard in a country tavern in Georgia between a Yankee peddler and an indigenous specimen. The Cracker wanted to sell the stranger a horse. ' I don't care particularly for a trade,' says the Yankee, ' but I'll buy the shoes if you'll throw in the creetur.' Medicine is a great science ; but mineralogy is a far vaster one." In short, the Doctor was to Madame like a cold cake to a lump of butter ; he calmly endured her, but gave her no encouragement to melt u2)on his bosom. Just at this time he was more than usually safe from love entanglements be- cause he was so anxious about Lillie's position and pros- pects. He made what inquiries he could concerning Car- ter's way of life, and watched his demeanor and conversa- tion closely while talkmg to him with the politest of smiles. He was unexpectedly gratified by discovermg that his pro- posed son-in-law led — at least for the present — a sober and decent life. "With his devotion as a lover no fault could be found by the most exactmg of fathers. He called on Lillie every evenmg and sent her flowers every mornmg ; hi short, he bloomed with fair promise of being an aftec- tionate and even uxorious husband. Gradually the Doctor weaned himself from his selfish or loving susj^icions, and became accustomed to the idea that from this man his daughter might draw a life-long happmess. Thus when it happened, late in January, nearly four months after the declaration, that Carter requested to be informed de- finitely as to his prospects, he obtained permission to con- sider the aff^iir an enoiao-ement. From Secessiox to Loyalty. 229 " You know I can't promise wealth to Miss Ravenel," he said frankly. " She may have to put up with a very simple style of life." " If she can't be contented, I shall not pity her," an- swered the Doctor. " I don't believe that the love of mo- ney is the root of all evil. But I do say that it is one of the most degrading passions conceivable in woman. I sympathise with no womSn whose only trouble is that she cannot have and spend a great deal of money. By the way, you know how unable I am to endow her." "Don't mention it. You have already endowed her. The character that you have transmitted to her, sir — " The Doctor bowed so j^i'omptly and appreciatively that the Colonel did not feel it necessary to round off the com- pliment. As men do not talk copiously with each other on these subjects, the interview did not last ten minutes. I hope that I shall not impress the reader unfavorably concerumg Lillie's character when I state that she was frankly happy over the result of her lover's probation. Her delight did not arise merely from the prospect of a smooth course of love and marriage. It sprang in part from the greatly comfortmg fact that now there was no difference of opinion, no bar to perfect sympathy, between her and that loved, respected, almost adored papa. I have given a very imperfect idea of her if I have not already made it clear that with her the sentiment of filial affection was almost a passion. From very early childhood she had been remark- able for papa-worship, or whatever may be the learned name for the canonization of one's progenitors. At the age of seven she had propounded the question, " Mamma, why don't they make papa President of the United States ?" Some light may be shed on the character of this departed mother and wife by stating that her answer was, " My dear, your father never chose to meddle m politics." Whe- ther Mrs. Ravenel actually deified the Doctor with all the simple faith of the child, or whether the reply was merely 230 Miss R a v e n e l ' s Conversion meant to confirm the latter in her filial piety, is a matter oi doubt even to persons who were well acquainted with the deceased ladj^ At last Lillie could prattle to her father about Carter as much as she liked ; and she used the privilege freely, being habituated to need, demand and obtain his sympathies. Xot that she filled his ears with confessions of love, or said that Colonel Carter was " so handsome !" or anything of that sickish nature. But when her father came in from a w'alk, it was, " Papa, did you see Mr. Carter anywhere ? And what did he say ?" At another time it was, " Papa, did Mr. Carter ever tell you about his first campaign against the Indians ?" And then would follow the story, related with glee and a humorous appreciation of the grandiloquent ideas of a juvenile West Pomter about to draw his maiden sword. A frequent subject of her conversa- tion was Carter's chance of promotion, not considered with regard to the pecuniary advantages thereof, but m respect to the simple justice of advancing such an able and gal- lant oflicer. It was, " Papa, how can the Government be so stupid as to neglect men who know their duties ? Mrs. Larue says that the abolitionists are opposed to Mr. Carter because he doesn't hold their ultra opmions. I suppose they would rather favor a man who talks as they do, even if he got Avhipped every time, and never freed a nigger. If Mr. Carter were on the southern side, he would find promotion fast enough. It is enough to make any one turn rebel." " My dear," says the Doctor with emphasis, " I would rather be a private soldier under the flag of my country, than be a major-general in the army of those villainous conspirators against country, liberty and human- ity. I respect Colonel Carter for holding fast to his patriotic sentiments, in spite of unjust neglect, far more than I would if he were loyal merely because he was sure of being commander-m-chief. Lillie could not fail to be gratified by such a compliment From Secession to Loyalty. 231 to the moral worth of her hero. After a few moments of ao'reeable meditation on the various perfections of that great bemg, she resumed the old subject. " I think that there is a chance yet of his gettmg a star when the official report of the battle of Georgia Landing once reaches the minds of those slow creatures at Washing- ton. "What do you think, j^apa ? What are the proba- bilities ?" " Really, my dear, you perplex me. Prophecy never formed a part of my education. There are even a few events in the past that I am not ultimately acquainted with." " Then you shouldn't look so awfully old, papa. If you will wrinkle up your forehead in that venerable way, as if you were the Wandering Jew, you must expect to have people ask you all sorts of questions. Why will you do it ? I hate to see you making yourself so aggravatingiy ancient when nature does her best to keep you young." About these times the Doctor wrote, with a pitying if not a sad heart, to inform Colburne of the engagement. The young man had looked for some such news, but it nevertheless pained him beyond his anticipations. Ko mental pre^^aration, no melancholy certamty of forecast, ever quite fits us to meet the avalanche of a great calamity. 1^0 matter, for mstance, how long we have watched the sure invasion of disease upon the life of a dear friend or relative, we are always astonished with a mighty shock when the last feeble breath leaves the wasted body. Col- burne had long sat gloomily by the bedside of his dying hope, but when it expired outright he was seemingly none the less full of anguished amazement. " Who would have thought it !" he repeated to himself " How could she choose such a husband, so old, so worldly, so immoral ? God help her and watch over her. The love of such a man is a calamity. The tender mercies of the wicked are unintentional cruelties." As for himself, the present seemed a barren waste with- 232 Miss Ravenel's Conversion out a blossom of happiness, and the future another waste without an oasis of hope. For a time he even lost all de- sire for promotion, or for any other worldly honor or suc- cess ; and he would not have considered it hard, so unde- sirable did life appear, if he had known that it was his fate to die in the next battle. If he wanted to live it was only to see the war terminate gloriously, and the stars and stripes once more flying over his whole country. The de- votional sentiments which his mother had sown through- out his youth, and which had been wanned for a while into some strength of feeling and purpose by the saintly glory of her death, struggled anew into temporary bloom under the clouds of this second bereavement. " Kot my will but Thine be done," he thought. And then, " How unworthy I am to repeat those words !" There were certain verses of the Bible which whispered to him a comforting spnpathy. Many times a day such a phrase as, " A man of sorrows and acquainted with grief," repeated to him as if by some other self or guardian angel, would thrill his mind with the plaintive consolation of requiems. CHAPTER XYIL COLONEL CARTER IS ENTIRELY TICTORIOUS BEFORE HE BEGINS HIS CAMPAIGN. Towards the close of this winter of 1862-3 Banks su- perseded Butler, and the Xew England Division expanded mto the Nineteenth Army Corps. Every one who was in New Orleans during that season will remember the amazement with which he and all other persons saw transport after transport steam up the nver, increasing the loyal forces in and around the city by at least ten thou- sand men, which rumor magnified into twenty-five thou- From Secession to Loyalty. 233 sancl. Where did they come from, and where were they going, and what would be the result ? Smce the opening of the war no expedition of magnitude had been conducted with similar secrecy ; and every one argued that a general who could plan with such reticence would execute with corresponding vigor and ability. While the Secessionists shrank within themselves, seeing no more hope of freeing Louisiana from Xorthern Vandals, our Doctor and his fellow Loyalists exulted in a belief that the war would soon be brought to a triumphant close. " Three mere transports !" exclaimed Ravenel, commg in from a walk on the leveo. " It is a most glorious spec- tacle, this exhibition of the power of the Republic. It equals the greatest military efforts of the greatest military nations. One is absolutely remmded of consular Rome, canying on the war with Hannibal in Italy, and at the same time sending one great army to Spain and another to Africa. I pin my faith to the tail of General Scott's ana.- conda. In the end it will crush Secessia, break every bone in its body, and swallow it. I think. Colonel, that we have every reason to congratulate ourselves on the pros- pects." " I really can't see it," answered Carter, with a lugu- brious laugh. " How so ? You astonish me." " Don't you perceive that I lose my Governorship ?" " Oh, but — I don't anticipate an immediate close of the struggle. It may last a year yet ; and during that time — " "That is not the point. King Stork has succeeded King Log. King Stork's men must have the nice places and King Log's men must get out of them." " Oh, but they won't turn you out," exclaimed Lillie, and then blushed as she thought how her eagerness might be interpreted. " We shall see," answered the Colonel gravely, and al- most sadly. He was so much m love with this girl that a 234 Miss Raven el's Conversion « life in Capua with her seemed more desirable tlian tlie winning of Cannai's away from her. " Here is my fate," he said when he called on the fol- lowing evening, and handed her two official documents, the one relieving him from his position as Military Gov- ernor, the other assigning him to the command of a bri- gade. "!N'ow you must go into the battle again," she said, makmg a struggle to preserve her self-possession. " I am sorry, — on your account." At this answer her effort at stoicism and maidenly dignity failed ; she dropped her head and hid her face in the sewing work on which she had been engaged. This was too much for Carter, to whom love had been a reju- venation and almost a regeneration, so that he was as gen- tle, virginal, and sensitive as if he had never known the hardenmg experiences of a soldier and a man about town. Sitting down beside his betrothed, he pressed her temples with both his hands and kissed the light, flossy, amber- colored ripples of her hair. He could feel the half-sup- pressed sobs which trembled through her frame, breaking softly and noiselessly, like summer waves dying on a reedy shore. How he longed to soothe her by graspmg all her being into his and making her altogether his ovrn ! He was on the point of falling before the temptation which he had that morning resolved to resist. He knew that he ought not to marry, with only his colonelcy as a support ; yet he was about to urge an immediate marriage, and would have done so had he spoken. Lillie would not have refused him : it would not have been in the nature of woman : what girl would put off a lover who was gomg to the battle-field ? Xothing prevented the consummation of this imprudence but a ring at the door-bell. Miss Rav- enel sprang up and fled from the parlor, fearful of being caught with tears on her cheeks and her hair disordered. Mrs. Larue entered, gave the Colonel a saucy courtesy, cast a keen sidelong glance at his serious countenanco, From Secession to Loyalty. 235 repressed apparently some flippant remark which was on her Hps, begged him to excuse her for a few moments, and slid out of the room. " Confound her !" muttered the Colonel, indignant at Madame without cause, merely because he had been inter- rupted. By the time that Lillie had dried her eyes, washed her face and composed herself so far as to dare return to the parlor, Mrs. Larue, ignorant of the good or mischief that she was accomplishing, was there also. Consequently, although Carter stayed late into the evening, there was no second opportunity for the j^erilous trial of a tete-a-tete farewell. Xext day he went by the first train to Thibodeaux. As commanding^ ofiicer of a brio-ade he exhibited his usual energy, practical ability, and beneficent despotism. The colonels were ordered to make immediate inspections of their regiments,- and to send in reports of articles necessary to complete the equipment of their men, with requisitions for the same on the brigade quartermaster. During seve- ral consecutive days he personally went the rounds of his grand guards and outlying videttes, choosing for this purpose midnight, or a wet storm, or any other time when he suspected that men or officers might relax their vigi- ' lance. In such a j^elting rain, as if the Father of Waters had been taken up to heaven and poured back into Louisi- ana, he came upon a picket of five men who had sought refuge in some empty sugar-hogsheads. The closed-up heads were toward the road, because from that direction came the wind ; and such was the pattering and howling of the tempest, that the men did not hear the tramp of the approachmg horse. Reining up, the Colonel shouted, " Surrender ! The first man that stirs, dies !'' jSTot a soul moved or answered. For a minute or two Carter sat motionless, smiling grimly, with the water streaming down his face and uniform. Then he ordered : 236 Miss Kayexel's C ox version I " Come out here, one of you. I want to see what this picket is made of." A corporal crawled out, leavmg his gun behind him in the recumbent hogshead. His face was pale at his first appearance, but it turned paler still when he recognized his brigade commander. " I — I thought it was a secesh," he stammered. " And so you surrendered, sir !" thundered the Colonel. " You allowed yourself to be surprised, and then you sur- rendered ! Give me your name, sir, and the names of your men." Twenty minutes afterward a detachment from the re- serve relieved the culj^rits, and marched them into camp as prisoners. Xext day the corporal and the soldier whose turn it had been to stand as sentry, went before a court- martial, and in a week thereafter were on their way to Ship Island, to work out a sentence of hard labor with ball and chain. On the midnio-ht followino^ this adventure Carter or- dered the outlying videttes to fire three rounds of musket- ry, and then rode from camp to camp to see which regi- ment got into line the quickest. The members of his stafi", especially his Adjutant-Gene- 'ral and Aid, found their positions no sinecures. Every night one or other of these young gentlemen made the rounds of the pickets some time between midnight and daybreak, and immediately on his return to head-quarters reported to the Colonel the condition of the Ime as regard- ed practical efiiciency and knowledge of the formalities. If the troops fell in at three in the morning to go through the drill of taking position to repel an imaginary enemy, they had at least the consolation of knowing that some poor stalF-ofiicer had been roused out of bed half an hour before to disseminate the order. A staff-ofiicer mspected every guard-mounting and every battalion-drill, and made a report as to how the same was conducted. A staff-officer rode through every regimental camp every morning, and From Secession to Loyalty. 237 made a report of its condition as to cleanliness. If the ex- plosion of a rifle was heard any where about the post, a stafi'-officer was on the spot in five minutes to learn the circumstances of the irregularity, to order the offender to the guard-house, and to make his report to the all-pervad- ing brigade commander. A false or incomplete statement he did not dare to render, so severe was the cross-ques- tioning which he was liable to undergo. " Did you see it yourself. Lieutenant ?" the Colonel would ask. " I saw the man cleaning his piece, sir ; and he confessed that he had discharged it to get the ball out." " Who was the man ?" " Private Henry Brown, Company I, Xinth Barataria." " Yery well, Mr. Brayton." • (In the regular army a lieutenant is Mr.) " Xow have the kindness to take my compliments to the Colonel of the Xinth Barataria and the fi^ld-oflicer of the day, and request them to step here.". First comes the commanding officer of the regiment in which the offence has been committed. " Walk in. Colonel," says the brigade commander. " Take a seat, sir. Colonel, a rifle has been fired by one of your men this morning. How is that ?" " It was against my orders, sir. The man is in tho guard-house." " This is not the first oftence of the kind — it is the third or fourth within a week." "The fact is, sir, that the men have no ball-screws. Their rifles get wet on picket duty, and they have no means of drawing the loads. Consequently they are tempted to discharge them, notwithstandmg the orders." " Ah ! You must give them the devil until they learn to resist temptation. But no ball-screws ! How is that ?" " I was not aware, sir, of the deficiency." " Xot aware of it ? My God, Colonel ! Xot aware of such a deficiency of equipment in your own regiment ?" " I am extremely sorry, sk," apologizes the humiliated 238 Miss Ravenel's, Conversion Colonel, who does not know what might be done to him for such neglect, and who, although only three months in the service, is a conscientious officer, anxious to do his whole duty. " Send up a requisition for ball-screws and for every other lacking article of ordnance," says the brigade commander. " I will forward it to head-quarters and see that you are supplied. But, by the way, how did this fellow get out- side your camp-guard with his gun ? That is all wrong. Have the goodness to haul your officer of the guard over the coals about it. Make him understand that he is re- sponsible for such irregularities, and that he may get dis- missed the service if he doesn't attend to his duties. That is all. Colonel. Will you take a glass of brandy ? Good morning, sir." Then, turnuig to the Adjutant-General: " Captam, make out a circular directmsj commandants of regiments to see that targets are set up in proper places where the relieved guards may discharge their rifles. The best marksman to be reported to regimental head-quarters, and to be relieved from all ordinary duty for twenty-four hours." The field-officer of the day is now announced by the or- derly. " Come in, Captain ; take a seat, sir. Are you aware. Captain, that a rifle has been fired this morning, outside the camps, in violation of general orders ?" " I — I think I heard it," stammers the Captain, taking it for granted that he is guilty of something, but not know- ing what. " Do you know who the ofiender is ?" demands the Colo- nel, his brow beginning to blacken like a stormy heaven over the ignoramus. " I do not, sii'. I will inquii-e, if you wish. Colonel." " If I wish ! My God, sir ! of course I wish it. Haven't you already inquired ? My God, sir ! what do you sup- pose your duties are ?" Fkom Secession to Loyalty. 239 " I didn't know that this was one of them," pleads the now miserable Captain. " Don't you know, sir, that you are responsible for eve- ry irregularity that happens within the grand guards and outside the camps, while you are field-officer of the day ? Don't you know that you are responsible for the firing of this rifle ?" "Responsible," feebly echoes the Captain, not seeing the fact as yet, but nevertheless very much troubled. " Yes, sir. It is your business, if any thing goes wrong, to know it, and discover the perpetrators, and report them for punishment. It was your business, as soon as that gun was fired, to find out who fired it, to have him put under guard, and to see that he was reported for punish- ment. You haven't attended to your duty, sii\ And be- cause tthe officers of the day don't know and don't do their duty, I have to make my staff-officers ride day and night, and knock up their horses. Here is my Aid, who has been doing your business. Mr. Brayton, give the Captain this man's name, &c. Do you know, Captain, why muskets should not be fired about the camps at the will and pleas- ure of the enlisted men ?" " I suppose, sir, to prevent a waste of ammunition." " Good God ! Why, yes, sir ; but that isn't all — that isn't half, sii\ The great reason, the all-important reason, is that firing is a signal of danger, of an enemy, of battle. If the men are to go shooting about the woods in this fashion, we shall never know when we are and when we are not to be attacked. Without orders from these head- quarters no firing is permissible except by the pickets, and that only when they are attacked. This matter involves the safety of the command, and must be subjected to the strictest discipline. That is all. Captain. Good morning, sir." As the poor officer of the day goes out, the heavens seem to be peopled with threatening brigade commanders, and 240 Miss Ravexel's Con version the earth to be a Avilclerness of uiiexlored and thorny re- sponsibilities. " Well, Mr. Brayton, T\diat was the cause of the firing ?" inquired Carter one midnight, when the Aid returned from an expedition of inquiry. >^ " A sentmel of the Ninth shot a man dead, ^ir, for neg- lecting to halt when challenged." " Good, by " (this and that), exclaimed the Colonel. *' Those fellows are redeeming themselves. It used to be the meanest regiment for guard duty infthe brigade. But this is the second man the Ninth fello^rs have shot within a week. By" (that and the other) "they are learnmg their business. What is the sentinel's name, Mr. Bray- ton ?" " Private Henry Brown, Company I. The same man, sir, that was punished the other day for firing ofi" h^ rifle without orders." " Ah, by Jove ! he has learned something — learned to do as he is told. Mr. Brayton, I wish you would go to the Colonel of the Ninth in the morning, and request him from me to make Brown a corporal at the first opportuni- ty-. Ask him also to give the man a good word in an or- der, to be read before the regiment at dress parade to- morrow. By the way, wRo was the fellow who was shot ?" " Private Murj^hy of the Ninth, who had been to Thibo- deaux and over-stayed his j^ass. He was probably drunk, sir — he had a half-empty bottle of whiskey in his j^ocket." " Bully for him — he died happy," laughed the Colonel. " You can go to bed now, Mr. Brayton. Much obliged to you." A few days later the brigade commander looked over the proceedmgs of the court-martial which he had con- vened, and threw doAvn the manuscript with an oath. " What a stupid — what a cursedly stupid record ! Or- derly, give my compliments to Major Jackson, and request him" (here he rises to a roar) " to report here immedi- atelv." Fkom Secession to Loyalty. 241 Picking up the manuscript, he annotated it in pencil un- til Major Jackson was announced. " My God, sir !" he then broke out. " Is that your style of conducting a court-martial ? This record is a disgrace to you as President, and to me for selecting you for such duty. Look here, sir. Here is a private convicted oi beating the officer of the guard — one of the greatest offen- ces, sir, which a soldier could commit — an offence whicli strikes at the very root of discipline. Xow what is the punishment that you have allotted to him ? To be con- fined m the guard-house for three months, and to carry a log of wood for three hours a day. Do you call that jjlication of the law of honesty. They heard him with suppressed titters and hastily eclipsed grins, nudging each other in the side, and exhibitmg a keen percejjtion of the practical humor and poetical justice of their roguery. " 'Pears like you don' wan' to spile the 'Gyptians, Mars Kavenel," observed a smirkmg, shining darkey known as Mr. Mo. " You's one o' God's chosen people, an' you's been in slavery somethin' like we has, an' you has a right to dese yere rebel chickins," " My good people," replied the Doctor, " I don't say but that you have a right to all the rebel chickens in Louisiana. I deny that I have. I have always been well paid for my labor. And even to you I would say, be forgiving, — be magnanimous, — avoid even the appearance of evil. It is your great business, your great duty toward yourselves, to establish a character for perfect honesty and harmless- ness. If you haven't enough to eat, I don't mind adding something to your rations." " We has 'nuff to eat," thundered Major Scott. " Let the man as says we hasn't step out ?/e?e." Xobody stepped out ; everybody was full of nourish- ment and content ; and the interview terminated in a buzz of satisfaction and suppressed laughter. Thenceforward the Doctor had the virtuous pleasure of observing that his legitimate pigs and chickens were left to their natural means of increase. Lillie's reading schools, held every evening in one of the unfurnished rooms of the second story, were attended regu- larly by both sexes, and all ages of this black population. The rapidity of their progress at first astonished and From Secession to Loyalty. 267 eventually delighted her, in proportion as she gradually took her ignorant but zealous scholars to her heart. The eagerness, the joy, the gratitude even to tears, with which they accepted her tuition was touchmg. They pronounced the words " Miss Lillie " with a tone and manner which seemed to lay soul and body at her feet ; and when the Doctor entered the schoolroom on one of his visits of in- spection they gaA'e him a dazzling welcome of grins and rolling eyes ; the sj^ectacle reminded him vaguely of such spiritual expressions crowns of glory and stars in the firmament. If the gratitude of the humble is a benedic- tion, few people have ever been more blessed than were the Ravenels at this j^eriod. As a truthful historian I must admit that there were some rotten specks in the social fruit which the Doctor was trymg to raise from this barbarous stock. Lillie was annoyed, was even put out of all patience temporarily, by occasional scandals which came to light among her sable pupils and were referred to her or to her father for settle- ment. That eminent dignitary and supposed exemplar of purity. Major Scott, was the very first to be detected in capital sin, the scandal bemg all the more grievous because he was not only the appointed industrial manager, but the, self-elected spiritual overseer of the colored community. He preached to them every Sunday afternoon, and secretly plunjed himself on being more fluent by many degrees than Mars Ravenel, who conducted the morning exercises chiefly through the agency of Bible and prayer-book. His copiousness of language, and abundance of Scriptural quotation was quite wonderful. In volume of sound his praymg was as if a bull of Bashan had had a gift m prayer; and if Heaven could have been taken, like Jericho, by mere noise. Major Scott was able to take it alone. Had he been born white and decently educated, he would prob- ably have made a popular orator either of the j^ulpit or forum. He had the lungs for it, the volubility and the imagination. In pious conversation, venerable air, grand 268 Miss Ravexel's Cox version physique, superb bass voicej mijsical ear, perfection of teeth, and shining white of the eyes, he was a counterpart of Mrs. Stowe's immortal idealism, Uncle Tom. But, like some white Christians, this tolerably exemplary black had not yet arrived at the ability to keep the whole decalogue. He sometimes got a fall m his wrestlings with the sin of lying, and in regard to the seventh commandment he was even more liable to overthrow than King David. Ravenel had much ado to heal some social heart-burninojs caused by the Major's want of illumination concerning the bind- ing nature of the marriage contract. He got him married over again by the chaplain of the garrison at Fort Win- throp, and then informed him that, in case of any more scandals, he should report him to the provost-marshal as a proper character to enter the army. " I'se very sorry for what's come to j^ass. Mars Rav- enel," said the alarmed and repentant culprit. " But now I 'specs to go right forrad in the path of duty. I s'pose now Mars Chaplam has done it strong. Ye see, afore it wasn't done strong. I wasn't rightly married, like 'spect- able folks is, nohow. Ef I'd been married right strong, like 'spectable white folks is, I wouldn't got into this muss an fotched down shame on 'ligion, for which I'se mighty sorry an' been about rej^entm in secret places with many tears. That's so, Mars Ravenel, as true as I hopes to be forgiven." Here the Major's manhood, what he had of it, broke down, or, perhaps I ought to say, showed itself honorably, and he wept copious tears of what I must charitably ac- cept as true compunction. " I am a little disappointed, but not much astonished," said the Doctor, discussing this matter with the Chaplain. " I was inclined to hope at one time that I had found an actual Uncle Tom. I was anxious and even ready to be- lieve that the mere gift of freedom had exalted and puri- fied the negro character notwithstandmg uncounted cen- turies of barbarism or of oppression. But in hoping a From Secessioi^ to Loyalty. 269 moral miracle I was licfjiuig too much. I ought not to have expected that a ^t. Vincent cle Paul could be raised under the injustice and dissoluteness of the sugar-plantmg system. After all, the Major is no Tvorse than David. That is 23retty Avell for a man whom the American Repub- lic, thirty millions strong, has repressed and kept brutish with its whole power from his birth down to about a year ago." " It seems to me," answered the Chaplain, — " I beg your pardon, — but it seems to me that you don't sufficiently consider the enlightening power of divine grace. If this man had ever been truly regenerated (which I fear is not the case), I doubt whether he would have fallen into this sm." " My dear sir," said the Doctor warmly, " renewing a man's heart is only a partial reformation, unless you illu- minate his mind. He wants to do right, but how is he to know what is right ? Suppose he can't read. Suppose half of the Bible is not told hun. Suppose he is misled by half the teaching, and all the example of those whom he looks up to as in every respect his superiors. I am dis- posed to regard Scott as a very fau* attempt at a Christian, considering his chances. I am grieved over his error, but I do not think it a case for righteous indignation, except agamst men who brought this poor fellow up so badly." " But Uncle Tom," instanced the Chaplain, who had not been long in the South. " My dear sir. Uncle Tom is a pure fiction. There never was such a slave, and there never will be. A man edu- cated imder the degrading influences of bondage must al- ways have some taint of uncommon grossness and lowness. I don't believe that Onesimus was a pattern of piety. But St. Paul had the moral sense, the Christianity, to make al- lowance for his disadvantages, and he recommended him to Philemon, no doubt as a weak brother who required special charity and instruction." Injured husbands of the slave-grown breed are rarely 2V0 Miss R a ye x el's Conversion implacable in their anger; and before a fortnight had passed, Major Scott was preaching and praying among his colored brethren with as much confidence and acceptance as ever. The season opened delightfully with the Ravenels. Lillie 'vvas occasionally doleful at not gettmg letters from her husband, and sometimes depressed by the solitude and monotony of plantation life. Her father, bemg more steadily occupied, and having no afiectionate worry on his mind, was constantly and almost boyishly cheerful. It was one of his characteristics to be contented under nearly any circumstances. Wherever he happened to be he thought it was a very nice place ; and if he afterwards found a spot with superior advantages, he simply liked it better still. I can easily believe that, but for the stigma of forced confinement, he Avould have been quite happy in a 2)i'ison, and that, on regaining his libert}", he would simply have remarked, " Why, it is even pleasant er outside than in." But I am running ahead of some important events in my story. Lillie received a letter from her husband say- ing that he should visit the family soon, and then another informing her that in cons'equence of an unforeseen press of business, he should be obliged to postpone the visit for a few days. His two next letters were written from Brashear City on the Atchafalaya river, but contained no explanation of his presence there. Then came a silence of three days, which caused her to torture herself with all sorts of gloomy doubts and fears, and made her fly for forgetfulness or comfort to her housekeejDmg, her school, and her now frequent private devotions. The riddle was explained when the Doctor procured a Xew Orleans paper at the fort, with the news that Banks had crossed the Atchafalaya and beaten the enemy at Camp Beasland. " It's all right," he said, as he entered the house. He waved the paper triumphantly, and smiled with a counter- feit delight, anxious to forestall her alarm. FBOii Secession to Loyalty. 271 " Oh ! what is it?" asked Lillie with a choking sensation, fearful that it might not be quite as right as she wanted. "Banks has defeated the enemy in a great battle. Colonel Carter is unhurt, and honorably mentioned for bravery and ability." " Oh, papa !" She had turned very white at the thought of the peril through which her husband had passed, and the possibility, instantaneously foreseen, that he might be called to en- counter yet other dangers. " We ought to be very grateful, my darling." " Oh ! why has he gone ? Why didn't he tell me that he was going? Why did he leave me so in the dark?" was all that Lillie could say in the way of thankfulness. "My child, don't be unreasonable. He wished of course to save you from unnecessary anxiety. It was very kind and mse in him." Lillie snatched the paper, ran to her own room and read the official bulletin over and over, dropping her tears upon it and kissing the place, where her husband was praised and recommended for promotion. Then she thought how generous and grand he was to go forth to battle in silence, without uttering a word to alarm her, without making an appeal for her sympathy. The great- est men of history have not seemed so great to the world as did this almost unknown colonel of volunteers ft) his wife. She was in a passion, an almost unearthly ecstasy of grief, terror, admiration and love. It is well that we cannot always feel thus strongly ; if we did, we should not average twenty years of life ; if we did, the human race would perish. Next day came two letters from Carter, one written be- fore and one after the battle. In his description of the fighting he was as professional, brief and unenthusiastic as usual, merely mentioning the fact of success, narrating in two sentences the part which his brigade had taken in the action, and saying nothing of his own dangers or per- 272 Miss Ravenel's Conversion formances. But there was another subject on wliich he was more copious, and this j^art of the letter Lillie prized most of all. " I am afraid I sicken you witli such fondness," he concluded. " It seems to me that you must get tired of reading over and over again the same endear- ing phrases and pet names." " Oh, never imagine that I can sicken of hearmg or reading that you love me," she answered. " You must not cheat me of a single pet name ; you must call me by such names over and over in every letter. I always skim through your letters to read those dear words first. I should be utterly and forever miserable if I did not believe that you love me, and did not hear so from you con- stantly." At this time Lillie knew by heart all her husband's letters. Let her eye rest on the envelope of one which she had received a week or a fn-tnight previous, and she could repeat its contents almost verbatim, certamly not missing one of the lovmg phrases aforesaid. Through the ISTew Orleans paj^ers and these same wonderful ej^istles she followed the victorious army in its ouAvard march, now at Franklin, now at Opelousas, and now at Alex- andria. It was all good news, except that her husband was forever gomg farther away ; the Rebels were always flying, the triumphant Unionists were always pursuing, and tliere were no more battles. She flattered herself that the summer campaign was over, and that Carter would soon get a leave of absence and come to his own home to be petted and worshij^ped. From Alexandria arrived a letter of Colburne's to the Doctor. The young man had needed all this time and these events to fortify him for the task of writing to the Ravenels. For a while after that marriage it seemed to him as if he never could have the courage to meet them, nor even call to their attention the fact of his continued existence. His congratulations were written with labored care, and the rest of the letter in a style of afiected From Secession to Loyalty. 273 gayety. I shall copy from it a single extract, because it bears some relation to the grand reconstruction experi- ment of the Doctor. " I hear that you are doing your part towards organiz- ing free labor in Louisiana. I fear that you will find it an up-hill business, no* only from the nature of your surround- ino^s but from that of Your material. I am as much of an abolitionist as ever, but not so much of a 'nigger-wor- shipper.' I don't know but that I shall yet become an advocate of slavery. I frequently think that my boy Henry will fetch me to it. He is an awful boy. He dances and gambles all night, and then wants to sleep all day. If the nights and days were a thousand years long apiece, he would keep it up in the same fashion. In order that he may not be disturbed in his rest by my voice, he goes aw^ay from camp and curls up in some refuge which I have not yet discovered. I pass hours every day in shouting for Henry. Of course his labors are small and far be- tween. He brushes my boots in the morning because he doesn't go to bed till after I get up ; but if I want them polished during the day, — at dress-parade, for instance, — it is not Henry w^ho polishes them. "When I scold him for his worthlessness, he laughs most obstropolously (I value myself on this word, because to my ear it describes Henry's laughter exactly). For his services, or rather for what he ought to do and doesn't, I pay him ten dol- lars a month, with rations and clothing. He might earn two or three times as much on the levee at Xew Orleans ; but the lazy creature would rather not earn anything ; he likes to get his living gratis, as he does with me. This is the way he came to join me. AYhen I was last in Xew Orleans, Henry, whom I had previously known as the body servant of one of my sergeants, paid me a visit. Said I, ' What are you doing ?' " " ' Workin 'on 'ee levee.' " ' How much do you get ?' 214 Miss Rayenel's Conversion " ' It's 'cordin' to what I doos. Ef I totes a big stent, I gits two dollars ; an' ef I totes 'nufi* to kill a boss, I gits two dollars 'n 'aff a day.' " ' Why, that is grand pay. That is a great deal better than hanging around camp for nothing but your board and clothes. I am glad you have gone at some profitable and manly labor. Stick to it, and maUe a man of yourself. Get some money in the bank, and then give yourself a little schooling. You can make yourself as truly respect- able as any white man, Henry.' " ' Ya-as,' he said hesitatingly, as if he thought the re- sult hardly worth the trouble ; for which opinion I hardly blame him, considering the nature of a great many white men of this country. 'But it am right hard work, Cap'm.' — Here he chuckled causelessly and absurdly. — ' Sometimes I thinks I'd like to come and do chores for you, Cap'm.' " ' Oh no,' I remonstrated. ' Don't think of giving up your respectable and profitable industry. I couldn't afford to pay you more than ten dollars a month." Here he laughed in his obstropolous and irrational fash- ion, signifyuig thereby, I think, that he was embarrassed by my arguments. " Well, I kinder likes dem terms," he said. " 'Pears like I wants to have a good time better'n to have a heap o' money." And so here he is with me, havmg a good time, and getting more money than he deserves. Now when you have freed with your own right hand as many of these lazy bumpkins as I have, you will feel at liberty to speak of them with the same disrespectful levity. Wendell Phillips says that the negro is the only man in America who can afford to fold his arms and quietly await his future. That is just what the critter is doing, and just what puts me out of patience with him. Moreover, he can't afford it ; if he doesn't fall to work pretty soon, we shall cease to be negrophilists ; we shall kick him out of doors and get in From Secession to Loyalty. 275 somebody who is not satisfied with folding his arms and waiting his future." " He is too impatient," said the Doctor, after he had finished reading the letter to Lillie. " Just like all young people — and some old ones. God has chosen to alloAV him- self a hundred years to free the negro. We must not grumble if He chooses to use up a hundred more in civiliz- ing him. I can answer that letter, to my own satisfaction. What right has Captain Colburne to demand roses or pota- toes of land which has been sown for centuries with noth- ing but thistles ? We ought to be thankful if it merely lies barren for a while." CHAPTER XX. CAPTAIN COLBTJRXE MARCHES AND FIGHTS WITH CREDIT. The consideration of Mr. Colburne's letter induces me to take up once more the thread of that young warrior's history. In the early part of this month of May, 1863, we find him with, his company, regiment and brigade, en- camped on the bank of the Red River, just outside of the once flourishing little city of Alexandria, Louisiana. Un- der the j^rotection of a clapboard shanty, five feet broad and ten feet high, which three or four of his men have voluntarily built for him, he is lying at full length, smok- ing his short wooden pipe with a sense of luxury ; for since he left his tent at Brashear City, four weeks previous, this is the first shelter which he has had to protect him from the rain, except one or two ticklish mansions of rails, piled up by Henry of the " obstropolous " laughter. The brig- ade encampment, a mushroom city which has sprung up in. a day, presenting every imaginable variety of tempora- ry cabin, reaches half a mile up and down the river, un- der the shade of a long stretch of ashes and beeches. Hun- 276 Miss Ravenel's Conveksiox dreds of soldiers are bathing in the reddish-ochre current, regardless of the possibility thai the thick woods of the opposite bank may conceal Rebel marksmen. Colburne has eaten his dinner of fried pork and hard- tack, has washed off the grime of a three days' march, has finished his pipe, and is now dropping gently into a sol- dier's child-like yet light slumber. He does not mind the babble of voices about him, but if you should say " Fall in !" he would be on his feet in an instant. He is a hand- some model of a warrior as he lies there, though rougher and plainer in dress than a painter would be apt to make him. He is dark-red with sunburn ; gaunt with, bad food, irregular food, fasting and severe marching ; gaunt and wiry, but all the hardier and stronger for it, like a wolf. His coarse fotigue uniform is dirty with slee^ig on the ground, and with marching through mud and clouds of dust. It has been soaked over and over again with rain or perspiration, and then powdered thickly with the fine-grained, unctuous soil of Louisiana, until it is almost stiff enough to stand alone. He cannot wash it, because it is the only suit he has brought with him, and because moreover he never knows but that he may be ordered to fall in and march at five mmutes' notice. Yet his body and even his mind are in the soundest and most enviable health. His constant labors and hardships, and his occasional perils have preserved him from that en- feebling melancholy which often infects sensitive spirits upon whom has beaten a storm of trouble. Always in the open air, never poisoned by the neighborhood of four walls and a roof, he never catches cold, and rarely fails to have more appetite than food. He has borne as well as the hardiest mason or fanner those terrific forced marches which have brought the army from Camp Beasland to Alexandria on a hot scent after the flymg and scattering rebels. His feet have been as sore as any man's ; they have been bh§tered from toe to heel, and swollen beyond their natural size ; but he has never vet laid down bv the From Secessiox to Loyalty. 27Y roadside nor crawled into an army wagon, saying that he could march no further. He is loyal and manly in his endurance, and is justly proud of it. In one of his letters he says, " I was fully repaid for yesterday's stretch of thirty-five miles by Overhearing one of my Irishmen say, while washing his bloody feet, ' Be ! but he's a hardy man, the Captin !'— To which another responded, ' An' he had his hands full to kape the byes' courage up ; along in the afthernoon, he was a jokin' an' scoldin' an' eucoura^'o-in' for ten miles together. Be . ! an' when he gives oul.it 'ull be for good rayson.' " From Alexandria, BanJ^s suddenly shifted his army to the junction of the Red River with the Mississippi, and from thence by transport to a pomt north of Port Hudson, thus cutting it ofi from communication with the Confed- eracy. In this movement TVeitzel took command of the Reserve Brigade and covered the rear of the column. By night it made prodigious marches, and by day lay in threatening line of battle. The Rebel Cavalry, timid and puzzled, followed at a safe distance without attackiuo-. Xow came the delicious sail fi-om Simmsport to Bayoii Sara, during which Colburne could lounge at ease on the deck with a sense of luxury in the mere consciousness that he was not marchmg, and repose his mind, his eyes, his very muscles, by gazing on the fresh green bluffs which faced each other across the river. To a native of hilly New England, who had passed above a year on the flats of Louisiana, it was delightful to look once more upon a rolling country. It was through an atmosphere of scalding heat and sti- fling dust that the brigade marched up the bluffs of Bayou Sara and over the rounded eminences which stretched on to Port Hudson. The perspiration which drenched the ragged uniforms and the pulverous soil which powdered them rapidily mixed into a muddy plaster ; and the same plaster grimed the men's faces out of almost all semblance to humanity, except where the dust clung dry and gray 278 Miss Raven el's Conversion to hair, beard, eyebrows and eyelashes. So dense was the distressing cloud that it was impossible at times to see the length of a company. It seemed as if the men would go rabid with thirst, and drive the officers mad with their pleadings to leave the ranks for water, a privilege not al- lowable to any great extent in an enemy's country. A lovely crystal streamlet, i-unning knee-deep over clean yel- low sand, a charming contrast to black or brown bayous with muddy and treacherous banks, was forded by the feverish ranks with shouts and laughter of child-like enjoy- ment. But it was through volumes of burning yet lazy dust, soiling and darkening the glory of sunset, that the brigade reached its appointed bivouac in a large clearing, only two miles from the rebel stronghold, though hidden from it by a dense forest of oaks, beeches and magnolias. It is too early to tell, it is even too early to know, the whole truth concerning the siege of Port Hudson. To an honest man, anxious that the world shall not be hum- bugged, it is a mournful reflection that ^^erhaps the whole truth never will be known to any one who will dare or care to tell it. "We gained a victory there ; we took an important step towards the end of the Rebellion ; but at what cost, through what means, and by whose merit ? It was a capital idea, whosesoever it was, to clean out Taylor's Texan s and Louisianians from the Teche country before we undertook the siege of Gardner's Arkansians, Alaba- mians, and Mississippians at Port Hudson. But for some- body's blunder at that well-named locality, Ii'ish Bend, the plan would have succeeded better than it did, and Taylor would not have been able to reorganize, take Brashear City, threaten Xew Orleans, and come near driving Banks from his main enterprise. As it was we opened the siege with fair prospects of success, and no disturbing force in the rear. The garrison, lately fifteen or twenty thousand strong, had been reduced to six thousand, in order to re- inforce Yicksburg ; and Joe Johnston had already direct- ed Gardner to destroy his fortifications and transfer all his . From Secession to Loyalty. 279 men to the great scene of contest on the central Mississippi. Banks arrived from Simmsport just in time to prevent the execution of this order. A smart skirmish was fought, in which we lost more men than the enemy, but forced Gardner to retire within his works, and accept the eventu- alities of an investment. At five o'clock on the morning of the 27th of May, Col- burne was awakened by an order to fall in. Whether it signified an advance on our part, or a sally by the enemy, he did not know nor ask, but with a soldier's indifference proceeded to form his company, and, that done, ate his breakfast of raw pork and hard biscuit. He would have been glad to have Henry boil him a cup of coffee ; but that idle freedman was " having a good time," probably sleep- ing, in some unknown refuge. For two hours the ranks sat on the ground, musket in hand ; then Colburne saw the foremost line, a quarter of a mile m front, advance into the forest. One of Weitzel's aids now dashed up to Carter, and immediately his staff-oflicers galloped away to the difterent commanders of recriments. An admonishinsj murmur of " Fall in, men !" — " Attention, men !" from the captams ran along the line of the Tenth, and the soldiers rose in their j)laces to meet the grand, the awful possibili- ty of battle. It was a long row of stern faces, bronzed with simburn, sallow in many cases with malaria, grave with the serious emotions of the hour, but hardened by the habit of danger, and set as firm as flmts toward the ene- my. The old mnocence of the peaceable Xew England farmer and mechanic had disappeared from these war- seared visages, and had been succeeded by an expression of hardened combativeness, not a little brutal, much like the look of a lazy bull-dog. Colburne smiled with pleas- ure and pride as he glanced along the line of his company, and noted this change in its physiognomy. For the pur- pose for which they were drawn up there they were bet- ter men than when he first knew them, and as good men as the sun ever shone upon. 280 ]\[ I S S R A V E N E L ' S CONVERSION At last the Lieutenant-Coloners voice rang out, " Bat- talion, forward. Guide right. March !" To keep the ranks closed and aligned in any tolerable fio-htino- shape while strugglmg through that mile of tan- gled forest and broken ground, was a task of terrible diffi- culty. Plunging through thickets, leaping over fallen trees, a contmuous foliage overhead, and the fallen leaves of many seasons under foot, the air full of the damp, mouldering smell of virgin forest, the brigade moved for- Avard with no sound but that of its own tramplmgs. It is peculiar of the American attack that it is almost always made in Ime, and always without music. The men ex- pected to meet the enemy at every hillock, but they ad- vanced rapidly, and laughed at each other's slippings and tumbles. Every body was breathless with climbmg over obstacles or running around them. The officers were be- gmning to swear at the broken ranks and unsteady pace. The Lieutenant-Colonel, perceiving that the regiment was diverging from its comrades, and fearing the consequences of a gap in case the enemy should suddenly open fire, rode repeatedly up and down the line, yellmg, " Guide right ! Close up to the right !" Suddenly, to the amazement of every one, the brigade came upon bivouacs of Union regi- ments quietly engaged in distributing rations and prepar- uig breakfast. " AYhat are you doing up here ?" asked a Major of Col- burne. " We are gomg to attack. Don't you take part in it ?" " I suppose so. I don't know. We have received no orders." Through this scene of tardmess, the result perhaps' of one of those blunders which are known in military as well as in all other human operations, Weitzel's division steadily advanced, much wondering if it was to storm Port Hudson alone. The ground soon proved so difficult that the Tenth, unable to move in line of battle, filed into a faintly marked forest road and pushed forward by the flank in the ordin- From Secession to Loyalty. 281 ary column of march. The battle had already commenced, although Colburne could see nothmg of it, and could hear nothing but a dull pum-jnun-pum of cannon. He passed • rude rifle-pits made of earth and large branches, which had been carried only a few minutes j^revious by the confused rush of the leading brigade. Away to the right, but not near enough to be heard above the roar of artillery, there was a wild, scattering musketry of broken lines, fighting and scrambling along as they best could over thicketed knolls, and through rugged gullies, on the track of the re- tiring Alabamians and Arkansans. It was the blindest and most perplexing forest labyi'uith conceivable ; it was impossible to tell whither you were going, or whether you would stumble on friends or enemies ; the regiments were split into little squads from which all order had disap- l^eared, but which nevertheless advanced. The Tenth was still marching through the woods by the flank, unable to see either fortifications or enemy, when it came under the fire of artillery, and encountered the re- tu-ing stream of wounded. At this moment, and for two hours afterward, the uproar of heavy guns, bursting shells, falling trees and flying splinters was astonishing, stun- ning, horrible, doubled as it was by the sonorous echoes of the forest. Magnolias, oaks and beeches eighteen inches or two feet in diameter, were cut asunder with a deafening scream of shot and of splitting fibres, the tops falling after a pause of majestic deliberation, not sidewise, but stem downwards, like a descending parachute, and striking the e^rth with a dull shuddering thunder. They seemed to give up their life with a roar of animate an- guish, as if they were savage beasts, or as if they were in- habited by Afreets and Demons. The unusually horrible clamor and the many-sided na- ture of the danger had an evident efiect on the soldiers, hardened as they Avere to scenes of ordinary battle. Grim faces turned in every direction with hasty stares of alarm, looking aloft and on every side, as well as to the front, for 282 Miss Ravexel's Conversion destruction. Pallid stragglers who had dropped out of the leading brigade drifted by the Tenth, dodging from trunk to trunk in an instinctive search for cover, although it was visible that the forest was no protection, but ra- ther an additional peril. Every regiment has its two or three cowards, or perhaps its half-dozen, weakly-nerved creatures, whom nothing can make fight, and who never do fight. One abject hound, a corporal with his dis- graced stripes upon his arm, came by with a ghastly backward glare of horror, his face colorless, his eyes pro- jectmg, and his chin shaking. Colburne cursed him for a poltroon, struck him with the flat of his sabre, and dragged him mto the ranks of his own regiment ; but the miserable creature was too thoroughly unmanned by the great horror of death to be moved to any show of resentment or even of courage by the indignity ; he on- ly gave an idiotic stare with outstretched neck toward the front, then turned with a nervous jerk, like that of a scared beast, and rushed rearward. Further on, six men were standing in smgle file behind a large beech, holding each other by the shoulders, when with a stunnmg crash the entu-e top of the tree flew off and came down among them butt foremost, sendmg out a cloud of dust and splin- ters. Colburne smiled grimly to see the paralyzed terror of their upward stare, and the frantic flight which barely saved them from being crushed jelly. A nian who keeps the ranks hates a skulker, and wishes that he may be killed, the same as any other enemy. " But m truth," says the Captain, in one of his letters, " the sights and sounds of this battle-reaped forest were enough to shake the firmest nerves. Never before had I been so tried as I was during that hour in this wilderness of death. It was not the slaughter which nnmanned me, for our regiment did not lose very heavily ; it was the stu- pendous clamor of the cannonade and of the crashing trees which seemed to overwhelm me by its mere physical power ; and it made me unable to bear spectacles which I From Secession to Loyalty. 283 had witnessed in other engagements with perfect compos- ure. When one of our men was borne by me with half his foot torn ofl* by a round shot, the splintered bones pro- jecting clean and white from the ragged raw flesh, I grew so sick that perhaps I might have fainted if a brother ofli- cer had not given me a sip of whiskey from his canteen. It was the only occasion iij my fighting experience when I have had to resort to that support. I had scarcely re- covered myself when I saw a broad flow of blood stream down the face of a color-corj)oral who stood withm arm's- length of me. I thought he was surely a dead man ; but it was only one of the wonderful escapes of battle. The bul- let had skirted his cap where the fore-piece joins the cloth, forcing the edge of the leather through the skin, and mak- ing a clean cut to the bone from temple to temple. He went to the rear blmded and with a smart headache, but not seriously injured. That we were not slaughtered by the wholesale is wonderful, for we were closed up in a compact mass, and the shot came with stunning rapidity. A shell burst in the centre of my company, tearing one man's heel to the bone, but doing no other damage. The wounded man, a good soldier though as quiet and gentle as a bashful girl, touched his hat to me, showed his bleed- ing foot, and asked leave to go to the rear, which I of course granted. "^VTiile he was sj^eaking, another shell burst about six feet from the first, doing no harm at all, although so near to Yan Zandt as to dazzle and deafen him." Presently a section of Bainbridge's regular battery came up, winding slowly through the forest, the guns thump- ing c^'er roots and fallen limbs, the men sitting superbly erect on their horses, and the color-sergeant holding his battle-flag as proudly as a knight-errant ever bore his pen- non. In a minute the two brass Xapoleons opened with a sonorous spang, which drew a spontaneous cheer from the delighted infantry. The edge of the wood was now reached, and Colburne could see the enemy's position. In 284 Miss Raven el's Conversiox front of him lay a broad and curving valley, irregular in surface, and seamed in some places by rugged gorges, the whole made more difficult of passage by a multitude of felled trees, the leafless trunks and branches of which were tano-led into an inextricable chevauz defnse. On the other side of this valley rose a bluff or table-land, partially covered with forest, but showing on its cleared spaces the tents and cabms of the Rebel encampments. . Along the edge of the bluff, followmg its sinuosities, and at this dis- tance looking like mere natural banks of yellow earth, ran the fortifications of Port Hudson. Colburne could see Paine's brigade of Weitzel's division descending into the valley, forcing its bloody way through a roarmg cannon- ade and a continuous screech of musketry. An order came to the commander of the Tenth to deploy two companies as skirmishers in the hollow in front of Bainbridge, and push to the left with the remainder of the regiment, throwmg out other skirmishers and silencing the Rebel artillery. One of the two detached companies was Colburne's, and he took command of both as senior officer. At the moment that he filed his men out of the line a murmur ran through the regiment that the Lieuten- ant-Colonel was killed or badly wounded. Then came an mquiry as to the whereabouts* of the Major. " By Jove ! it wouldn't be a dangerous job to hunt for him," chuckled Van Zandt. " TThy ? Where is he ?" asked Colburne. " I don't beUeve, by Jove ! that I could say within a mile or two. I only know, by Jove ! that he is no7i est inventus. I saw him a quarter of an hour ago charging for the rear with his usual impetuosity. I'll bet myever- lasting salvation that he's in the safest spot within ten miles of this d d unhealthy neighborhood." The senior captain took command of the regiment, and led it tjo the left on a line parallel with the fortifications. Colburne descended with his little detachment, numbering about eighty muskets, into that Valley of the Shadow of From Secessio2«- to Loyalty. 285 Death, climbiiig over or creeping under the fallen trunks of the tangled labyrmth, and making straight for the bluff on which thundered and smoked the rebel stronghold. As his men advanced they deployed, spreading outwards like the diverging blades of a fan until they covered a front of nearly a quarter of a mile. Every stump, every prostrate trunk, every knoll and gulley was a temporary breastwork, from behind which they poured a slow but fatal fire upon the rebel gunners, who could be plainly seen upon the hostile parapet working their pieces. The officers and sergeants moved up and down the line, each behind his own platoon or section, steadily urging it for- ward. " Move on, men. Move on, men," Colburne repeated. " Don't expose yourselves. Use the covers ; use the stumps. But keep moving on. Don't take root. Don't stop till we I'each the ditch." In spite of their intelligent prudence the men were fall- mg under the incessant flight of bullets. A loud scream from a thicket a little to Colburne's right attracted his at- tention. "Who is that ?" he called. '• It is Allen !" replied a sergeant. " He is shot through the body. Shall I send him to the rear ?" " 'Not now, wait till we are relieved. Proj) him up and leave him in the shade." He had in his mind this passage of the Army Regula- tions : " Soldiers must not be permitted to leave the ranks to strip or rob the dead, nor even to assist the wounded, unless by express permission, which is only to be given after the action is decided. The highest interest and most pressing duty is to win the victory, by which only can a proper care of the wounded be ensured." Turnmg to a soldier who had mounted a log and stood up at the full height of his six feet to survey the fii-tifica- tions, Colburne shouted, " Jump down, you fool. Ycu will get yourself hit for nothing." 286 Miss Ravexel's Conversion " Captain, I can't see a chance for a shot," replied the fellow deliberately. " Get down !" reiterated Colburne ; but the man had waited too long already. Throwing up both hands he fell backward with an incoherent gurgle, pierced through the lungs by a rifle-ball. Then a little Irish soldier burst out swearing, and hastily pulled his trousers to glare at a bul- let-hole through the calf of his leg, with a comical expres- sion of mingled surprise, alarm and wrath. And so it went on; every few minutes there was an oath of rage or a shriek of j^ain ; and each outcry marked the loss of a man. But all the while the line of skiiTuishers advanced. The sickishness which troubled Colburne in the cannon- smitten forest had gone, and was succeeded by the tierce excitement of close battle, where the combatants grow angry and savage at sight of each other's faces. He was throbbing with elation and confidence, for he had cleaned off the gunners from the two pieces in his front. He felt as if he could take Port Hudson with his detachment alone. The contest was raging in a clamorous rattle of musketry on the right, where Paine's brigade, and four regiments of the Reserve Brigade, all broken into detach- ments by gullies, hillocks, thickets and fallen trees, were struggling to turn and force the fortifications. On his left other companies of the Tenth were slowly movmg forward, deployed and firing as skirmishers. In his front the Rebel musketry gradually slackened, and only now and then could he see a broad-brimmed hat show above the earth- works and hear the hoarse whistle of a Minie-ball as it passed him. The garrison on this side was clearly both few m number and disheartened. It seemed to him likely, yes even certain, that Port Hudson would be carried by stoi-m that morning. At the same time, half mad as he was with the glorious intoxication of successful battle, he knew that it would be utter folly to push his unsupported detach- ment into the works, and that such a movement would probably end in slaughter or capture. Fifteen or twenty. From Secession to Loyalty. 287 he did not know precisely how many, of his soldiers had been hit, and the survivors were getting short of cart- ridges. " Steady, men !" he shouted. " Halt ! Take cover and hold your position. Don't waste your powder. Fire slow and aim sure." The"orders Avere echoed from man to man along the ex- tended, straggluig line, and each one disappeared behind the nearest thicket, stump or fallen tree. Colbume had already sent three corporals to the regiment to recount his success and beg for more men ; but neither had the mes- sengers reappeared nor reinforcements arrived to support his proposed assault. "Those fellows must have got themselves shot," he said to Van Zandt. " I'll go myself. Keep the line where it is, and save the cartridges." Taking a single soldier with him, he hurried rearward by the clearest course that he could find through the pros- trate forest, without minding the few bullets that whizzed by him. Suddenly he halted, powerless, as if struck by paralysis, conscious of a general nervous shock, and a sharp pain in his left arm. His first impulse, — a very hurried impulse, — was to take the arm with his right hand and t^dst it to see if the bone was broken. Xext he looked about him for some shelter from the scorching and crazing sunshine. He espied a green bush, and almost immediately lost sight of it, for the shock made hun faint although the paui was but momentary. " Are you hurt. Captain ?" asked the soldier. " Take me to that bush," said Colburne, pointing — for he knew where the cover was, although he could not see it. The soldier put an arm round his waist, led him to the bush, and laid him down. " Shall I go for help. Captain ?" " Xo. Don't weaken the company. All right. Xo bones broken. Go on in a minute." The man tied his handkerchief about the ragged 'and 288 Miss Ravenel's Conversion bloody hole in the coat-sleeve ; then sat down and reloaded his musket, occasionally casting a glance at the pale face of the Captain. In two or three minutes Colburne's color came back, and he felt as well as ever. He rose carefully to his feet, looked about him as if to see where he was, and again set off for the regiment, followed by his silent companion. The bullets still Avhizzed about them, }fut did no harm. After a slow walk of ten mmutes, during wliicli Colburne once stopped to sling his arm in a handkerchief, he emerged from a winding gully to find himself within a few yards of Bainbridge's battery. Behmd the guns was a colonel calmly sitting his horse and watching the battle. " What is the matter ?" asked the Colonel. " A flesh wound," said Colburne. " Colonel, there is a noble chance ahead of you. Do you see that angle ? My men are at the base of it, and some of them in the ditch. They have driven the artillerymen from the guns, and forced the infantry to lie low. For God's sake send ui your regiment. We can certainly carry the j^lace." " The entire brigade that I command is engaged," re- plied the Colonel. " Don't you see them on the right of your position ?" " Is there no other force about here ?" asked Colburne, sitting down as he felt the dizziness coming over him again. " Xone that I know of This is such an infernal country for movements that we are all dislocated. Xobody knows where anythmg is. — But you had better go to the rear, Captam. You look used up." Colburne was so tired, so weak with the loss of blood, so worn out by the heat of the sun, and the excitement of fighting that he could not help feeling discouraged at the thought of struggling back to the position of his company. He stretched himself under a tree to rest, and in ten minutes was fast asleep. TVhen he awoke — he never knew how long afterwards — he could not at first tell what he re- membered from what he had dreamed, and only satisfied himself that he had been hit bv lookmg at his bloody and Fko:^! Secession to Loyalty. 289 bandaged arm. An artilleryman brought him to his full consciousness by shoutmg excitedly, " There, by God ! they are trying a charge. The infantry are trying a charge." Colburne rose up, saw a regiment struggling, across the valley, and heard its long-drawn charging yell. " I must go back," he exclaimed. " My men ought to go in and sujDport those fellows." Turning to the soldier who attended him he added, " Run ! Tell Van Zandt to forward." The soldier ran, and Colburne after him. But he had not gone twenty paces before he fell straight forward on his face, without a word, and lay perfectly still. CHAPTER XXI. CAPTAIN COLBUENE HAS OCCASION TO SEE LIFE IN A HOSPITAL. "When Colburne came to himself he was lying on the ground in rear of the pieces. Beside him, in the shadow of the same tuft of withering bushes, lay a wounded lieu- tenant of the battery and four wounded artillerists. A dozen steps away, raj^idly blackening in the scorching sun and sweltering aii*, were two more artillerists, stark dead, one with his brains bulging from a bullet-hole in his fore- head, while a dark claret-colored streak crossed his face, the other's light-blue trousers soaked with a dirty carna- tion stain of life-blood drawn from the femoral artery. Xone of the wounded men writhed, or groaned, or j^leaded for succor, althouojh a sweat of suiferins^ stood m o*reat drops on their faces. Each had cried out when he was hit, uttering either an oath, or the simple exclamation " Oh I" in a tone of dolorous surprise ; one had shrieked spasmod- ically, physically crazed by the shock administered to some important nervous centre ; but all, sooner or later, 290 Miss Ravenel's Contersiox had settled into the calm, sublime patience of the wounded of the battle-field. The brass Xajioleons were still spanging sonorously, and there was a ceaseless spitting of irregular musketry in the distance. " Didn't the assault succeed ?" asked Colburne as soon as he had got his wits about him. " No sir — it was beat off," said one of the wounded ar- tillerists. "You've had a faint, su'," he added with a smile. " That was a smart tumble you got. We saw you go over, and brought you back here." " I am very much obliged," replied Colburne. His ann pained him now, his head ached frightfully, his whole frame was feverish, and he thought of Xew England brooks of cool water. In a few minutes Lieutenant Van Zandt appeared, his dark face a little paler than usual, and the right shoulder of his blouse pierced with a ragged and bloody bullet-hole. " Well, Ca^Dtain," said he, " we have got, by Jove ! our allowance of to-day's rations. Hadn't we better look up a doctor's shop ? I feel, by the everlastmg Jove ! — excuse nie — that I stand in need of a sup of whiskey. Lieutenant — I beg your pardon — I see you are wounded — I hope you're not much hurt, sir — but have you a drop of the article about the battery ? No ! By Jupiter ! You go into action mighty short of ammunition. I beg your par- don for troubling you. This is, by Jove ! the dryest fighting that I ever saw. I wish I was in Mexico, and had a gourd of aguaardiente." By the way, I wish the reader to understand that, when I introduce a " By Jove !" into Van Zandt's conversation, it is to be understood that that very remarkably profane officer and gentleman used the great Name of the True Divmity. " Where is the company. Lieutenant ?" asked Colburne. " Relieved, sir. Both companies were relieved and or- From Secession to Loyalty. 291 dered back to the regiment fifteen or twenty minutes ago, I got this welt ui the shoulder just as I was coming out of that damned hollow. We may as well go along, sir. Our day's fight is over." " So the attack failed," said Colburne, as they took up their slow march to the rear in search of a field hospital. " Broken up by the ground, sir ; beaten off by the mus- ketry. ' Couldn't put more than a man or two on the ram- parts. Played out before it got any where, just like a wave coming up a sandy beach. It was only a regiment. It ought t6 have been a brigade. But a regiment might have done it, if it had been shoved in earlier. That was the time, su-, when you went off for reinforcements. If we had had the bully old Tenth there then, we could have taken Port Hudson alone. Just after you left, the Rebs raised the white flag, and a whole battalion of them came out on our right and stacked arms. Some of our men spoke to them, and asked what they were after. They said — by Jove ! it's so, sir ! — they said they had surren- dered. Then down came some Rebel General or other, in a tearing rage, and marched them back behind the works. The charge came too late. They beat it off easy. They took the starch out of that Twelfth Maine, sir. I have seen to-day, by Jove ! the value of minutes." Before they had got out of range of the Rebel musketry they came upon a surgeon attending some wounded men in a little sheltered hollow. He offered to examine their hurts, and proj)Osed to give them chloroform. " Xo, thank you," said Colburne. " You have your hands full, and we can walk farther." " Doctor, I don't mind taking a little stimulant," ob- served Van Zandt, picking up a small flask and draining it nearly to the bottom. " Your good health, sii' ; my best respects." - A quarter of a mile further on they found a second sur- g^on similarly occupied, from whom Van Zandt obtained ano^lier deep draught of his favorite medicament, reject- 292 Miss Ravenel's Conveesiox ing chloroform with profane poUteness. Colhume refused both, and asked for water, but could obtain none. Deep in the profound and solemn woods, a full mile and a half from the fightmg line, they came to the field hospital of the division. It was simply an immense collection of wounded men in every imaginable condition of mutilation, every one stained more or less with his own blood, every one of a ghastly yellowish pallor, all lying in the open air on the bare ground, or on their own blankets, Avith no shelter excej)t the friendly foliage of the oaks and beeches. In the centre of this mass of suffering stood s^eral oper- ating tables, each burdened by a grievously wounded man and surrounded by surgeons and their assistants. Under- neath were greatvpools of clotted blood, amidst which lay amputated fingers, hands, arms, feet and legs, only a little more ghastly in color than the faces of those who waited their turn on the table. The surgeons, who never ceased their awful labor, were daubed with blood to the elbows ; and a smell of blood drenched the stifling air, ovei-power- ing even the pungent odor of chloroform. Tlie place re- sounded with groans, notwithstanding that most of the in- jured men who retained their senses exhibited the heroic endurance so common on tlie battle-field. One man, whose leg was amputated close to his body, uttered an inarticu- late jabber of broken screams, and rolled, or rather bounced from side to side of a pile of loose cotton, with such violence that two hospital attendants were fully occu- pied in holding him. Another, shot through the body, lay speechless and dying, but quivering from head to foot with a prolonged though probably imconscious agony. He contmued to shudder thus for half an hour, when he gave one superhuman throe, and then lay quiet for ever. An Irishman, a gimner of a regular battery, showed aston- ishing vitality, and a fortitude bordering on callousness. His right leg had been knocked off above the knee by a round shot, the stump being so deadened and seared by the shock that the mere bleeding: was too slig:ht tobemor- From Secession to Loyalty. 293 tal. He lay on his left side, and was trying to get his left hand into his tronsers-pocket. With great difficulty and grinning with pain, he brought forth a short clay pipe, blackened by previous smoking, and a pinch of chopped plug tobacco. Having filled the pipe carefully and deliberately, he beckoned a negro to bring him a coal of fire, lighted, and commenced puffing with an air of tranquillity which resembled comfort. Yet he was prob- ably mortally wounded ; human nature could hardly sur- vive such a hurt in such a season ; nearly all the leg am- putations at Port Hudson proved fatal. The men whose busmess it is to pick up the wounded — the musicians and quartermaster's people — were constantly bringing in fresh sufferers, laying them on the ground, putting a blanket-roll or havresack under their heads, and then hurrying away for other burdens of misery. They, as well as the sur- geons and hospital attendants, already looked worn out with the fatigue of their terrible mdustry. " Come up and see them butcher, Captahi," said the iron-nerved Van Zandt, striding over prostrate and shrink- ing forms to the side of one of the tables, and glaring at the process of an amputation with an eager smile of inter- est much like the grin of a bull-dog who watches the cut- tmg up of a piece of beef Presently he espied the assist- ant surgeon of the Tenth, and made an immediate rush at him for whiskey. Bringing 'the flask which he obtamed to Colburne, he gave him a sip, and then swallowed the rest himself By this time he began to show signs of in- toxication; he laughed, told stories, and bellowed humor- ous comments on the horrid scene. Colburne left him, moved out of the circle of anguish, seated himself on the ground with his back against a tree, filled his pipe, and tried to while away the time in smoking. He was weak with want of food as well as loss of blood, but he could not eat a bit of cracker which a wounded soldier gave him. Once he tried to soothe the agony of iiis Lieutenant-Colo- nel, whom he discovered lying on a pile of loose cotton. 294 Mis& Ravexel's Coxveksiox with a buUet-woiiud in his thigh which the surgeon whis- pered was mortal, the missile having glanced up into his body. " It's a lie !" exclaimed the sufferer. " It's all nonsense, Doctor. You don't know your business. I won't die: I sha'n't die. It's all nonsense to say that a little hole in the leg like that can kill a great strong man like me. I tell you I sha'n't and won't die." Under the influence of the shock or of chloroform his mmd soon began to wander. " I have fought well," he muttered. " I am not a coward. I am not a Gazaway. I have never disgraced myself I call all my regiment to witness that I have fought like a man. Summon the Tenth here, officers and men ; summon them here to say what they like. I will leave it to any officer — any soldier — in my regiment." In an hour more he was a corpse, and before night he was black with putrefaction, so rapid was that shocking change under the heat of a Louisiana May. Amid these horrible scenes Van Zandt grew momen- tarily more intoxicated. The surgeons could hardly keep him quiet long enough to dress his wound, so anxious was he to stroll about and search for more whiskey. He talked, laughed and swore without intermission, every now and then bellowing like a bull for strong liquors. From table to table, from sufferer to sufferer he followed the surgeon of the Tenth, slapping him on the back violently and shout- ing, " Doctor,, give me some whiskey. I'll give you a rise. Doctor. I'll give you a rise higher than a balloon. Hand over your whiskey, damn you !" If he had not been so horrible he would have been ludicrous. His Herculean form was in incessant stumbling motion, and his dark face was beaded with pers2)iration. A perpetual silly leer played about his wide mouth, and his eyes stood out so with eagerness that the white showed a clear circle around' the black ii'is. He offered his assist- ance to the surgeons ; boasted of his education as a graduate F E o M Secession to Loyalty. 295 of Columbia College ; declared that he was abetter Doctor than any other mfernal fool present ; made himself a tor- ment to the helplessly wounded. Upon a Major of a Louis- iana regiment who had been disabled by a severe contu- sion he poured contempt and imprecations. " What are you lying whimpering there for ?" he shouted. " It's nothing but a little bruise. A child, by Jove ! wouldn't stop playing for it. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Get up and join your regiment." The Major simply laughed, being a hard drmker him- self, and having a brotherly patience with drunkards. "That's the style of Majors," pursued Yan Zandt. " We are blessed, by Jove ! with a Major. He is, by Jove ! a dam incur— dam — able darn coward." (When Yan Zandt was informed the next day of this feat of profanity he seemed quite gratified, and remarked, " That, by Jove ! is giving a word a full battery, — bow-chaser, stern-chaser and long-tom amidships.") " Where's Gazaway ? (in a roar). Where's the heroic Major of the Tenth ? I am go- ing, by Jove ! to look him up. I am going, by Jove ! to find the safest place in the whole country. W^here Gazaway is, there is peace !" Colburne refused one or two ofiers to dress his wound, saying that others needed more instant care than himself. When at last he submitted to an examination, it was found that the ball had passed between the bones of the fore-arm, not breaking them indeed, but scaling ofi* some exterior splmters and making an ugly rent in the muscles. " I don't thmk you'll lose your arm," said the Surgeon. " But you'll have a nasty sore for a month or two. I'll dress it now that I'm about it. You'd better take the chloroform ; it Tvdll make it easier for both of us." Under the combined influence of weakness, whiskey and chloroform, Colburne fell asleep after the operation. About sundown he awoke, his throat so parched that he could hardly speak, his skin fiery with fever, and his whole body sore. Xevertheless he jomed a procession of slightly 296 Miss Raven el's Conveksion wounded men, and marched a mile to a general hospital wliich had been set up in and around a planter's house in rear of the forest. The proprietor and his son were in the garrison of Port Hudson. But the wife and two grown- up daughters were there, full of scorn and hatred ; so un- womanly, so unimaginably savage in conversation and soul that no novelist would dare to invent such characters ; nothing but real life could justify hmi in paintmg them. They seemed to be actually intoxicated with the malignant strength of a malice, passionate enough to dethrone the reason of any being not aboriginally brutal. They laughed like demons to see the wounds and hear the groans of the sufferers. They jeered them because the assault had failed. The Yankees never could take Port Hudson ; they were the meanest, the most dastardly people on earth. Joe Johnson would soon kill the rest of them, and have Banks a prisoner, and shut him up in a cage. •' I hoj^e to see you all dead," laughed one of these fe- male hyenas. " I will dance with joy on your graves. My brother makes beautiful rings out of Yankee bones." No harm was done to them, nor any stress of silence laid upon them. When theii' own food gave out they Avere fed from the public stores ; and at the end of the sieo-e they w.ere left unmolested, to gloat in their jackal fashion over patriot graves. There was a lack of hospital accommodation near Port Hudson, so bare is the land of dwellings ; there was a lack of surgeons, nurses, stores, and especially of ice, that abso- lute necessity of surgery in our southern climate ; and therefore the wounded were sent as rapidly as possible to Xew Orleans. Ambulances were few at tliat time in the Department of the Gulf, and Colburne found the heavy, springless army- wagon which conveyed him to Springfield Landing a chariot of torture. His arm was swollen to twice its natural size from the knuckles to the elbow. Xature had set to work with her tormenting remedies of inflammation and suppuration to extract the shai-p slivers From Secession to Loyalty. 297 of bone whicli still hid in the wound notwithstanding the searchino- finger and prohe of the Surgeon. During the nio-ht previous to this journey neither whiskey nor opmm could enable hhn to sleep, and he could only escape from his painM self-consciousness by drenching himself with chloroform. But this mornmg he almost forget his own sensations m pity and awe of the multitudinous agony which bore him companv. So nearly supernatural m its horror was the burden of anguish which filled that long train of jolting wagons that it seemed at times to his fevered imagmation as if he were out of the world, and journeymg m the realms of eternal torment. The sluggish current of'suftermg groaned and wailed its way on board the steam transport, spreadmg out there mto a great sur- face of torture which could be taken in by a single sweep of the eye. Wounded men and dying men filled the state- rooms and covered the cabm floor and even the open deck There was a perpetual murmur of moans, athwart which passed frequent shrieks from sufierers racked to madness, like lio-htnmgs dartmg across a gloomy sky. More than one poor fellow drew his last breath m the wagons and on board the transport. All these men, thought Colburne, are dying and agonizmg for their country and for human freedom."^ He p^-ayed, and, without argumg the matter, he wearily yet calmly trusted, that God would grant them His mfinite mercy m^his world and the other. It was a tiresome voyage from Sprmgfield Landmg to Xew Orleans. Colburne had no place to lie down, and if he had had one he could not have slept. Durmg most of the trip he sat on a pile of baggage, holding in his right hand a tm quart cup filled with ice and punctured with a small hole, through which the chilled water dripped upon his wounded arm. Great was the excitement m the city when the o-hastly travellers landed. It was already known there that^an assault had been delivered, and that Port Hudson had not been taken ; but no particulars had been pubhshed which mio-ht indicate that the Union army had sufiered a N2 298 Miss R a vex el's Conveksion severe repulse. Now, Avhen several steamboats discharged a (jio^antic freight of mutilated men, the facts of defeat and slaughter were sanguinarily apparent. Secessionists of both sexes and all ages swarmed in the streets, and filled them with a buzz of inhuman delight. Creatures in the guise of wqmanhood laughed and told their little children to laugh at the pallid faces which showed from the am- bulances as they went and returned in frequent journeys between the levee and the hospitals. The officers and men of the garrison were sad, stern and threatening in as- l^ect. The few citizens who had declared for the Union cowered by themselves and exchanged whispers of gloomy foreboding. In St. Stephen's Hospital Colburne found something of that comfort which a wounded man needs. His arm was dressed for the second time ; his ragged uniform, stiff with blood and dirt, was removed ; he was sponged from head to foot and laid in the first sheets which he had seen for months. There were three other wounded ofiicers in the room, each on his own cot, each stripped stark naked and covered only by a sheet. A Major of a Connecticut regi- ment, who had received a grapeshot through the lungs, smiled at Colburne's arm and whisjDered, " Flea-bit^." Then he pointed to the horrible orifice in his own breast, through which tlie blood and bi-eath could be seen to bub- ble whenever the dressings were removed, and nodded with another feeble but heroic smile which seemed to say, " This is no flea-bite." Iced water appeared to be the only exterior medicament in use, and the hospital nurses wer6 constantly drenching the dressings with this simple panacea of wise old Mother Nature. But in this early stage of the great agony, before the citizens had found it in their hearts to act the part of the Good Samaritan, there was a lack of attendance, Happy were those officers who had their servants with them, like the Connecticut Major, or who, like Colburne, had strength and members left to take care of their own hurts. He soon hit upon a deyice Feom Secession to Loyalty. 299 to lessen liis self-healing labors. He got a nurse to drive a hook into the ceiling and susjDend his quart cup of ice to it by a triangle of strings, so that it might hang about six inches above his wounded arm, and shed its dew of consolation and health without trouble to himself. In his fever he Avas childishly anxious about his quart cup ; he was afraid that the surgeon, the nurse, the visitors, would hit it and make it swing. That arm was a little world of pain ; it radiated pam as the sun radiates light. For the first time in his life he drank freely of strong liquors. Whiskey was the internal panacea of the hospital, as iced water was the outward one. Every time that the Surgeon visited the four ofiicers he sent a nurse for four milk punches ; and if they wanted other stimulants, such as claret or porter, they could have them for the asking. The generosity of the Government, and the sublime benefi- cence of the Sanitary Commission suj)plied every necessary and many luxuries, Colburne was on his feet in forty- eight hours after his arrival, ashamed to lie in bed under the eyes of that mangled and heroic Major. He was pro- moted to the milk-toast table, and then to the apple-sauce table. Holding his tin cup over his arm, he made frequent rounds of the hospital, cheering up the wounded, and find- ing not a little pleasure in watching the progress of in- dividual cases. He never acquired a taste, as many did, for frequenting the operating-room, and (as Yan Zandt phrased it) seeing them butcher. This chevalier sans peur, who on the battle-field could face death and look upon ranks of slain unblenchingly, was at heart as soft as a woman, and never saw a surgeon's knife touch living flesh without a sensation of faintness. He often accompanied the Chief Surgeon m his tours of inspection. A wonder of 2:>ractical philanthropy was this queer, cheerful, indefatigable Doctor Jackson, as brisk and inspiriting as a mountain breeze, tireless in body, fervent in spirit, a benediction with the rank of Major. Iced water, whiskey, nourishment and encouragement were his cure- 300 Miss Raven el's Conversion alls. There Avere surgeons who themselves drank the claret and brandy of the Sanitary Commission, and gave the remnant to their friends ; who poured the consolidated milk of the Sanitary Commission on the canned peaches of the Sanitary Commission and put the grateful mess into theii* personal stomachs ; and who, having thus comforted themselves, went out with a pleasant smile to see their patients eat bread without peaches and drmk coffee with- out milk. But Dr. Jackson was not one of these self- centred individuals ; he had fibres of sympathy which reached into the lives of others, especially of the wretched. As he passed through the crowded wards all those sick eyes turned to him as to a sun of strength and hope. He never left a wounded man, however near to death, but the poor fellow brightened up with a confidence of speedy re- covery. " Must cheer 'em — must cheer 'em," he miittered to Col- burne. " Courage is a great medicine — best in the world. Works miracles — yes, miracles." " Why ! how are you, my old boy ?" he said aloud, stop- ping before a patient with a ball in the breast. " You look as hearty as a buck this morniug. Gettmg on wonder- fully." He gave him an easy slap on the shoulder, as if he con- sidered him a well man already. He knew just where to administer these slaps, and just how to graduate them to the invalid's weakness. After counting the man's pulse he smiled in his face with an air of astonishment and ad- mii'ation, and proceeded, " Beautiful ! Couldn't do it bet- ter if you had never got hit. Xurse, bring this man a milk-punch. That's all the medicine he wants." When they had got a few yards from the bed he sighed, jerked his thumb backward significantly, and whispered to Colburne, " No use. Can't save him. Xo vitality. Bone- yard to-morrow." They stopped to examine another man who had been shot through the head from temple to temple, but without From Secessiox to Loyalty. 301 unseating life from its throne. His head, especially about the face, was swollen to an amazing magnitude ; his eyes were as red as blood, and projected from their sockets, two awful lumps of inflanmiation. He was blind and deaf, but able to drink milk-punches, and still full of vital force. " Fetch him round, I giiess^^ whispered the Doctor with a smile of gratification. "Holds out beautiful." " But he will always be blind, and probably idiotic." " 1^0. Xot idiotic. Brain as sound as a nut. As for blmdness, can't say. Shouldn't wonder if he could use his peepers yet. Great doctor, old Xature — if you won't get in her way. Works miracles — miracles ! Why, m the Peninsular campaign I sent ofi" one man well, with a rifle- ball m his heart. Must have been in his heart. There's your room-mate, the Major. Put a walking cane through him, and h£ won't die. Could, but won't. Too good pluck to let o-o. Peof'lar bull terrier." " How is my boy Jerry ? The little Iiish fellow with a shot m the groin." " Ah, I remember. Empty bed to-morrow." " You don't mean that there's no hope for him ?" " Ko, no. All right. I mean he'll get his legs and be about. No fear for that sort. Pluck enough to pull half a dozen men through. Those devil-may-care boys make capital soldiers, they get well so quick. This fellow will be stealing chickens in three weeks. I wouldn't bet that I could kill him." Thus in the very tolerable comfort of St. Stephen's Col- burne escaped the six weeks of trying siege duty which his regiment had to perform before Port Hudson. The Tenth occupied a little hollow about one hundred and fifty yards from the rebel fortifications, protected in front by a high knoll, but exposed on the left to a fire which hit one or more every day. The men cut a terrace on their own side of the knoll, and then topped the crest with a double Ime of logs pierced for musketry, thus forming a solid and convenient breastwork. On both sides the sharp- 302 Miss Ray ex el's Conveksion shooting began at daybreak and lasted till nightfall. On both sides the marksmanship grew to be fatally accnrate. Men were shot dead through the loopholes as they took aim. If the crown of a hat or cap showed above the breast- work, it was pierced by a bullet. After the siege was over, a rebel officer, who had been stationed on this front, stated that most of his killed and wounded men had been hit just above the Ime of the forehead. Every mornmg at dawn, Carter, who had his quarters in the midst of the Tenth, was awakened by a spattering of musketry and the sino:ino: of Minie-balls throusjh the branches above his head, and even through the dry foliage of his own sylvan shanty. Xow and then a shriek or oath indicated that a bullet had done its brutal work on some human frame. Xo crowd collected ; the men Avere hardened to such tragedies ; four or five bore the victim away ; the rest asked, " Who is it ?" One death which Carter witnessed was of so remarkable a character that he wrote an account of it to his wife, al- though not given to noting with much interest the minor and personal incidents of war. " I had just finished breakfast, and was lying on my back smokmg. A bullet whistled so unusually low as to attract my attention and struck with a loud smash in a tree about twenty feet from me. Between me and the tree a soldier, with his great coat rolled under his head for a pillow, lay on his back reading a newspaper which he held in both hands. I remember smiling to myself to see this man start as the bullet passed. Some of his comrades left ofl" playmg pards and looked for it. The man who was readmg re- mained perfectly still, his eyes fixed on the paper with a steadiness which I thought curious, considering the bustle around him. Presently I noticed that there were a few. drops of blood on his neck, and that his face was paling. Calling to the card-players, who had resumed their game, I said, ' See to that man with the paper.' They went to him, spoke to him, touched him, and found him perfectly dead. The ball had struck hmi under the chin, traversed From Secession to Lotalty. 303 the neck, and cut tlie spinal column where it joins the brain, making a fearful hole through which the blood had already soaked his great-coat. It was this man's head, and not the tree, which had been struck with such a report. There he lay, still holding the New York Independent, with his eyes fixed on a sermon by Henry Ward Beecher. It was really quite a remarkable circumstance. " By the way, you must not suppose, my dear little girl, that bullets often come so near me. I am as careful of my- self as you exhort me to be." Xot quite true, this soothing story ; and the Colonel knew it to be false as he wrote it. He knew that he was in danger of death at any moment, but he had not the heart to tell his wife so, and make her unhappy. CHAPTER XXII. CAPTAIN COLBUEXE REIXEOECES THE KAVENELS IN TIME TO AID THEM IN EUNNING AW AT. CoLBUENE had been two or three weeks in the hospital when he was startled by seemg Doctor Ravenel advancing eagerly upon him with a face full of trouble. The Doctor had heard of the young man's hurt, and as his sensitive sympathy invariably exaggerated danger and suffering, especially if they concerned any one whom he loved, he had imagined the worst, and taken the first boat for JSTew Orleans. On the other hand, Colburne surmised from that concerned countenance that the Doctor brought evil tidings of his daughter. Was she unhappy in her mar- riage^ or widowed^ or dead ? He laughed outright, with a sense of relief equivalent to positive pleasure, when he learned that he alone was the cause of Ravenel's worry. " I am getting along famously," said he. " Ask Doctor Jackson here. I am not sick at all above my left elbow. 304 Miss Raven el's Conversion Below the elbow the arm seems to belong to some other man." The Doctor shook his head with the resolute incredulity of a man who is too anxious not to expect the worst. " But you can't continue to do well here. This air is infected. This great mass of inflammation, suppuration, mortification and death, has poisoned the atmosphere of the hospital. I scented it the moment I entered the door.' Am I not right, Dr. Jackson ?" " Just so. Can't help it. Horrid weather for cases," re- 2)lied the chief surgeon,* wii^mg the perspiration from his forehead. Air is poisoned. Wish to God I could get a fresh building. JNXy patients would do better in shanties than they will here." " I knew it," said Ravenel. " Xow thej^i, I am a coun- try doctor. I can take this young man to'sa plantation, and give him pure air." "That's what you want," observed Jackson, turnmg to Colburne. " Your arm don't need ice now. Water will do. Better go, I think. I'll see that you have a month's leave of absence. Come, you can go to Taylors- ville, and still not miss a chance for fighting. Tried to send him north," he added, addressing Ravenel. " But he's foolish about it. Wants to see Port Hudson out — what you call a knight-errant." Colburne was in a tremble, body and soul, at the thought of meeting Mrs. Carter ; he had never been so profoundly shaken by even the actuality of encountering Miss Ravenel. Most of us have been in love enough to understand all about it without explanation, and to feel no wonder at him because, after reeling mentally this way and that, he finally said, " I will go." Xoav and then there is a woman who cannot bear to look upon the man whom she has loved and lost, and who will turn quick corners and Tun down side streets to escape him, haunting him spiritually perhaps, but bodily keeping afar from him all her life. But stronger natures, who can FROii SECESSioiyr TO Loyalty. 305 endure the trial, frequently go to meet it, and seem to find some dolorous comfort in it. As regards Colburne, it may be that he would not have gone to Taylorsville had he not been weak and feverish, and felt a craving for that pet- ting kindness wliich seems to be a necessity of invalids. f doubt whether the life in Pvavenel's house contrib- uted much to advance bis convalescence. His emotions were played upon too constantly and powerfully for the highest good of the temporarily shattered mstrument. He had supposed that he would undergo one great shock on meetmg Mrs. Carter, and that "then his trouble would be over. The first thrill was not so potent as he expected ; but it was succeeded by a constant unrest, like the burning of a slow fever ; he was uneasy all day and slept badly "at night. In the house he could not talk freely and gaily, because of Lillie's presence ; and out of it he could not feel with calmness, because he was perpetually thmking of her. After all, it may have been the splint- ers of bone in the arm, quite as much as the arrow in th^ heart, which worried him. Of Mrs. Carter I must ad- mit that she was not mercifiil; she made the doubly- wounded Captam talk % great deal of his Colonel. He might recite Carter's martial deeds and qualities as length- ily as he pleased, and recommence da capo to recite them over again, not only without fatigumg her, but without exciting in her mind a thought that he was douig any thing remarkable. She was very much pleased, but she was not a bit grateful. Why should she be ! It wa^ perfectly natural to her mind that people should admire the Colonel, and talk much of his glory. Colburne per- formed this ill-paid task with infinite patience, sympathy, and self-sacrificing love ; and no warrior was ever better sung in conversational epics than was Carter the successful by Colburne the disappointed. Under the rude oppression of this subject the bruised shrub a exhaled daily sweetness. It is almost painful to contemplate these two loving hearts : the one sending its anxious sympathies a Imndred miles 306 Miss Ravenel's Co x ye k sign away nito the deadly trenches of Port Hudson ; the other pouring out its sympathies for a present object, but cov- ertly and without a thought of reward. If the passionate affection of the woman is charmmg, the unrequited, un- hoping love of the man is sublime. The Doctor perhaps saw what Lillie could not or would not see. " My dear," he observed, " you must remember that Colonel Carter is not the husband of Captain Colburne." " Oh papa !" she answered. " Do you suppose that he doesn't like to talk about Colonel Carter ? Of course he does. He admires him, and likes him immensely." " I dare say — I dare say. But nevertheless you give him very large doses of your husband." " Xo, papa ; not too large. He is such a good friend that I am sure he doesn't object. Just think how unkind it would be not to want to talk about my husband. You don't understand him if you think he is so shabby." Xevertheless the Doctor was partially right, and shabby as it may have been, Colburne was no better for the con- versation which so much gratified Mrs. Carter. His arm discharged its slivers of bone and^ealed steadily, but he Avas thin and pale, slept badly, and had a slow fever. It must not be supposed that he wilfully brooded over his disappointment ; much less that he was angry about it or felt any desire to avenge it. He was too sensible not to struggle agamst useless pinmgs ; too gentle-hearted- and honorable to be even tempted of base or cruel spiiits. Xot that he was a moral miracle ; not that he was even a mar- vellously bright exception to the general run of humanity ; on the contrary he was like many of us, especially when we are under the influence of elevating emotion. Some by me forgotten author has remarked that no earthly being is purer, more like the souls in paradise, than a young man during his first earnest love. At one time Colburne entirely forgot himself in his sympathy for Mrs. Carter. When the news came of the From Secession to Loyalty. 307 unsuccessful and murderous assault of the fourteenth of June, she was nearly crazy for three days because of her uncertainty concerning the fate of her husband. She must hear constantly from her comforters the assurance that all was undoubtedly well ; that, if the Colonel had been en- gaged in the fighting, he would certainly have been named in the ofiicial report ; that, if he had received any harm, he would have been all the more sure of being mentioned, etc., etc. Clingmg as if for life to these two men, she de- manded all their strength to keep her out of the depths of despair. Every day they went two or three times to the fort, one or other of them, to gather information from pass- ing boats concernmg the new tragedy. Very honestly and earnestly gratified was Colburne when he was able to bring to Mrs. Carter a letter from her husband, written the day after the struggle, and saying that no harm had befallen him. How that letter was wept over, prayed over, held to a beatmg heart, and then to loving lips ! The house was solemn all day with that immense and unspeak- able joy. Circumstances soon occurred which caused this lonely and anxious family to be troubled about its own safety. To carry on the siege of Port Hudson, Banks had been obliged to reduce the garrison of :N"ew Orleans and of its vast exterior Ime of defences (a hundred miles from the city on every side) to the lowest point consistent with safety. Meantime Taylor reorganized the remnant of his beaten army, raised new levies by conscription, procured reinforcements from Texas, and resumed the ofl^ensive. Brashear City on the Atchafalaya, with its immense mass of commissary stores, and garrison of raw Nine Months' men, was captured by surprise. A smart little battle was fought at Lafourche Crossing, near Thibodeaux, in which Greene's Texans charged with their usual brilliant impetu- osity, but were repulsed by our men with fearful slauo;hter after a hand-to-hand struggle over the contested cannon. Kevertheless the Union troops so en retired before superior 308 Miss Ravexel's Co x version numbers, and Greene's wild mounted rangers were at liberty to patrol the Lafourche Interior. " We can't stay here long," said Colbunie, in the council of war in which the family talked these matters over. " Greene will come this way sooner or later. If he can take Fort Winthrop, he Avill thereby blockade the Missis- sippi, cut ofl" Banks' supplies, and force him to raise the siege of Port Hudson. He is sure to try it sooner or later." " Must we leave our plantation, then ?" asked Ravenel in real anguish. To lose his home, his invested capital, pigs, chickens, prospective croj) of vegetables, and, worse yet, of enlightened and ennobled negroes, was indeed a torturing calamity. Had he known on the afternoon of that day, that before morning the shaggy ponies and long, lank, dirty mosstroopers of Greene's brigade would be upon him, he would not have paused to examine the situation from so many diiferent j)oints of view. Colburne knew by experience the celerity of Texan rangers ; he had chased them. in forced marches from Brashear City to Alexandria without ever seeing a tail of their horses ; and yet even he indulged in a false security. " I think we have twelve hours before us," he observed. " To-morrow morning we shall have to get up and get, as the natives say. Still it's my opinion — I don't believe Mrs. Carter had better stay here ; she ought to go to the fort to-night." " Are gou going, papa ?" asked Mrs. Carter, who some- how was not much alarmed. " My dear, I must stay here till the last moment. We have so much property here ! You will have to go T\'ith- out me." " Then I won't go," she answered ; and so that was settled. " You ought to be ofi*," said the Doctor to Colburne. " As a United States officer you are sure to be kept a prisoner, if taken. I certainly think that you ought to go." ColbmTie thought so too, but would not desert his friends ; Feom Secession to Loyal-ty. 309 he shrugged his shoulders m spirit and resolved to endure ^vhat might come. The negroes were in a state of ex- quisite alarm. The entire black population of the Lafourche Interior was making for the swamps or other places of shelter ; and only the love of the Ravenel gang for their good massa and beautiful missus kept them from being swej)t. away by the contagious current. The horror with which they regarded the possibility of being returned into slavery delighted the Doctor, who, even in those cu*cum- stances, dilated enthusiastically upon it as a proof that the race was capable of high aspirations. " They have already acquired the love of individual liberty," said this amiable optimist. " The cognate love of liberty in the abstract, the liberty of all men, is not far ahead of them. How superior they already are to the white wretches who are fighting to send them back to slavery ! — Shedding blood, their own and their brothers', for slavery ! Is it not utterly amazing ? Risking life and taking life to restore slavery ! It is the foolishest, wickedest, most demoniacal infatuation that ever possessed humanity. The Inquisition, the Massacre of St. Bartholo- mew, were common sense and evangelical mercy com- pared to this pro-slavery rebellion. And yet these imps of atrocity pretend to be Christians. They are the most orthodox creatures that ever served the devil. They rant and roar in the Methodist camp-meetmgs ; they dogmatize on the doctrines in the Presbyterian church ; they make the responses in the Episcopal liturgy. There is only one pinnacle of hypocrisy that they never have had the auda- city to mount. They have not yet brought themselves to make the continuance and spread of slavery an object of prayer. It would be logical, you know ; it would be just like their impudence. I have expected that they would come to it. I have looked forward to the time when their hypocritical priesthood would put up bloody hands in the fa.ce of an uidignant Heaven, and say, * O God of Justice ! O Jesus, lover of the oppressed ! bless, extend and perpet- 310 Mi*ss Ray EX el's Conversion uate slavery ; prosper us in selling the wife away from the husband, and ihe child away from the parent ; enable us to convert the blood and tears of our fellow creatures into filthy lucre ; help us to degrade man, who was made in Thine image ; and to Father, Son and Spuit be all the QlQi-y J' — Can you imagine anything more astoundingly wicked than such a petition ? And yet I am positively as- tonished that they have not got up monthly concerts of prayer, and fabricated a liturgy, all pregnant with just such or similar blasphemies. But God would not wait for them to reach this acme of iniquity. His patience is ex- hausted, and He is even now brmgmg them to punish- ment." " They have some power left yet, as we feel to-night," said Colburne. " Yes. I have seen an adder's hfead flatten and snap ten mmutes after the creature was cut in two. I dare say it might have inflicted a poisonous wound." * " I think you had better send the hands to the fort." " Do you anticipate such immediate danger ?" inquired the Doctor, his very spectacles expressing surprise. " I feel uneasy every time I think of those Texans. They are fast boys. They outmarch their own shadows some- times, and have to wait for them to come in after night- fall." " I really ought to send the hands ofl'," admitted the Doctor after a minute of reflection. " I never could for- o-ive myself if through my means they should be returned to bondage." " It would be a poor result of a freedman's labor experi- ment." The Doctor went to the back door and shouted for Major Scott. " Major," said he, " you must take all the people down to the fort as soon as they can get ready." " They's all ready, Marsr. They's only a waitin' for the word." From Secession to Loyalty. 311 " Very well, Bring tliein along. I'll write a note to the commandant, asking him to take yon in for the night. You can come back in the morning if all is quiet." " What's a gwine to come of you an' Miss Lillie ?" " Xever mind that now. I will see to that presently. Brmg the people along." In five minutes fifteen men, six women and four pick- aninnies, the whole laboring force of the plantation, were in the road before the house, each loaded Tv^ith a portion of his or her property, such as blankets, food, and cooking utensils. The men looked anxious ; the women cried loudly T\T-th fright and grief; the pickanuinies cried because their mothers did. " Oh, Mars Ravenel ! you'll be*cotched suah," sobbed the old mamma who did the family cooking. " Mss Lillie, do come 'long with us." " We'se g^Yine to tote some o' your fixm's 'long," ob- served Major Scott. "Better let him do it," said Colburne. "It may be your only chance to save necessaries." So the negroes added to their loads whatever seemed most valuable and essential of the Ravenel baggage. Then Scott received the note to the commandant of the fort, handed it to Julius, the second boss, and remarked with dignity, "I stays with Marsr." The Major was undis- guisedly alarmed, but he had a character to sustam, and a military title to justify. He was immediately joined in his forlorn hope by Jim the " no *count nigger," who, being a sly and limber darkey, fleet of foot, and familiar with swamp life, had a faith that he could wriggle out of any danger or captivity. "Keep them," said Colburne to Ravenel. " We shall want them as look-outs during the night." There was an evident hesitation in the whole gang as to whether they should go or stay ; but Colburne settled the question by pronouncing in a tone of military com- mand, " Forward, march !" 312 Miss R a v e n e l ' s Conversion " Ah ! they knows how to mmd that sort o' talk," said Major Scott, highly gratified with the spectacular nature of the scene. " I'se a been eddycatin' 'em to millingtary ways. They knows a heap a'ready, they doos." He smiled with a simple and transitory joy, although he could hear the voice of his wife (commonly called Mamma Major) rising in loud lament amid the chorus of sorrow with, which the women and children moved away. The poor creature kept no grudge against her husband for his infidelity of a month previous. In the lonely and imperilled little household Colburne now took command. " Since you will fight," he said smiling, " you must fight under my orders. I am th*e military power, and I proclaim martial law." He forbade the Ravenels to undress ; they must be pre- pared to run at a moment's notice. He laughed at the Doctor's proposition to barricade the doors and windows, and, instead thereof, opened two or three trunks and scat- tered articles of little value about the rooms. The pro- perty would be a bait, he said, which might amuse the raiders while the family escaped. To gratify Major Scott's tremulous enthusiasm he loaded his own revolver and the Doctor's doubled-barreled fowling-piece, smiluig sadly to himself to think how absurd was the idea of fighting off" a band of Texans with such a feeble artillery. He posted the two negroes as a vidette a quarter of a mile down the road, with strict orders not to build a fire, not to sleep, not to make a noise, but in case of the approach of a party to hasten to the house and give information. The Major begged hard for the fowling-piece, but Colburne would not let him have it. " He would be worse than a Xine Months' man," he said to the Doctor. " He would be bangmg away at stumps and shadows all night. There wouldn't be a livmg field mouse on the plantation by morning." The Doctor's imagination was seriously affected by these Fko^ Secession to Loyaltt. 313 business-like preparations, and .e ^^^^ exammed theu Rainess t extinguished every buckled on his swoid =^°a revo^ , ^ ^^^^^^^^ light, took his seat -* J J^ ^J yo.AM veteran the danger, waited '^'^'^ ^ ^ f^'^^^^j^t tliat he had taken was perfectly cabn notwithstandin t^t ^ore precautions than ^ f-^^^^^J, ^^^e visited th^ would have ^^-fJ^7f^^,^:;Ue then mounted the levee negroes to see if they ^^^^^ ^^ ^^^„,, tte bayou ; then to hsten for tramp ot men oi ^" towards the woods went to the sugar-house f ^^ ^^ ^^n reW his silent which hacked the P^-f ^«^; ;^:"„, ,Xhe moon stUl wat^h at *-P- -t°J\,f fllriand.cape. Colburne, poured a pale light o^el xuc ^^_ '^^■^T ottSVl^ wo:5"w::Vst saymg to mamder of nutation in ^^ , ^-^^^^ g-S^^-^=^i;;^-r^^t^ S-ri^-:Sf n—st/r L, he stei^ed ^l th'e parlor and a-kejhe two s^^^^^^^^^ .M^rc;mtnr ;e;ple^^id out of an anxious ":Lps nothmg," answered Colburne. "Only be "By 'this time the two videttes were m the house, breath- 314 Miss Raven el's Conversion quarter mile off, mebbe ; but they's a comiu' right smart. Oh Cap'm, please give me the double-barril gun. I wants to ficrht for my liberty an' for Mars Ravenel an' for Miss Lillie." " Take it," said Colburne. " Xow then. Doctor, you and Jim will hurry Mrs. Carter directly down the road to the fort. Jim can keep up on foot. The Major and I will go to the woods, fire from there, and draw the enemy in that direction." Every one obeyed him T\'ithout a word. The approach- ing tramp of horses was distmctly audible at the house when the Ravenels mounted the mules and set off at a lum- berimr trot, the animals beingr urcred forward bv resound- mcr whacks from Jim's bludojeon. Colburne scowled and grated his teeth with impatience and vexation. "I ought to have sent them away last evening," he muttered with a throb of self-reproach. " Scott, you and I will have to fight," he said aloud. " They never can escape unless we keep the rascals here. We must fire once from the house ; then run to the woods and fire asraiii there. We must show ourselves men now." " Yes, Mars Cap'm," replied the Major. His voice was tremulous, and his whole fi-ame shook, but he was never- theless ready to die, if need be, for his liberty and his benefactors. Of physical courage the poor fellow had little ; but in moral courage he was at this moment sub- lime. Colburne posted himself and his comrade at a back corner of the house, where they could obtain a yiew of the road which led toward Thibodeaux. " Xow, Scott," he said, " you must not fire until I have fired. You must not fire until you have taken aim at somebody. You must fire only one barrel. Then you must make for the woods along the line of this fence. If they follow us on horseback we can bother them by dodg- ing over the fence now and then. If they catch us, we must fight as long as we can. Cheer up, old fellow. It'? Fko:si Secession to Loyalty. 315 all riojlit. It's not bad business as soon as you're used to it." " Cap'm, I'se ready," ansTvered Scott solemnly. " I'se not gwine for ter be cotched alive." Then he prayed for some minutes in a low whisper, while Colburne stood at the corner and watched. " Watch and pray," the latter repeated to himself, smiling inwardly at the odd compliance with the double injunction, so strangely does the mind work on such occasions. It was not a deliberate process of intellection with him ; it was an instinctive flash of ideas, not traceable to any feeling which was m him at the time ; on the contrary, his pre- vailing emotion was one of extreme anxiety. The tramp which fled toward the fort gently diminished m the dis- tance, while the tramp which approached from the oppo- site side grew nearer and louder. When the advancing horsemen got witliin a hundred yards of the house, they slackened their pace to a walk, and finally halted, jn'oba- bly to listen. Some of them must have dismounted at this time, for Colburne suddenly beheld four footmen at the front gate. He scowled at this sign of experienced cau- tion, and gave a hasty glance toward the garden in his rear, to see if others were not cutting ofi" his retreat. He could not discover the features of any of the four, but he could see that they were of the tall and lank Texan type, dressed in brownish clothing, and provided with short guns, no doubt double-barreled fowling-pieces. Inside of the gate they halted and seemed to hearken, while one of them pointed up the road toward the fort, and whispered to his comrades. Colburne had hoped that they would get into the house, and fall to plundering ; but they had evi- dently overheard the fugitives, for there was a simulta- neous backward movement in the group — they were going to i-emount and pursue. ISTow was his time, if ever, to eflect the proposed diversion. Aiming his six-inch revolver at the tallest, he fired a single barrel. The man yelled a curse, staggered, dropped his gun, and leaned against the 316 Miss R a ten el's Conveksiox fence. Two of his comrades sprang across the road, and threw themselves behmd the levee as a breast-work, while the fourth, all grit, turned short and brought his fowlmg- piece to a level as Colburne drew behmd -his cover. In that same moment, Major Scott, wild with a sudden mad- ness of conflict, shouted like a lion, bounded beyond the angle of the house, planting himself on two feet set wide apart, his mad black face set toward the enemy, and his gun aimed. Both fired at the same instant, and both fell together, probably alike lifeless. The last prayer of the negro was, " My God !" and the last curse of the rebel was " Damnation !" By the light of the moon Colburne looked at his com- rade, and saw the brains following the blood from a hole in the centre of his forehead. He cast a glance at the levee, fired one more barrel at a broad-brimmed hat whicli rose above it, listened for a second to an advancing rush of hoofs in order to decide whether it came by the road or by the fields, turned, crossed the garden on a noiseless run, placed himself on the further side of a high and close plantation-fence, and followed its cover rapidly to- ward the forest. The distance was less than a quarter of a mile, but he was quite breathless and fiiint before he had traversed it, so weak was he still, and so little ac- customed to exercise. In the edge of the wood he sat down on a fallen and mouldering trunk to listen. If the cavalry 'were pursuing their course up the road, they were doing it very pnidently and sloAvly, for he could hear no more trampling of horses. Tolerably satisfied as to the safety of the Ravenels, he reloaded his two empty barrels, settled his course in his mind, and pushed as straight as he could for Taylorsville without quitting the cover of the forest. Although the fort was not four miles away in a direct line, it was daybreak when he came in sight of a low flattened outline, as of a trun- cated mound, which showed dimly through the yellow- itih morning mist. He had still to cross a dead level of Feom Secession to Loyalty. 317 four or five hundred yards, witli no points of shelter but three small wooden houses. At this moment 'wlien safety seemed so near and sure, he saw on the bayou road, two hundred yards to his right, half a dozen black and in- distinct bunches moving in a direction parallel to his own. They were unquestionably horsemen going toward the fort, and nearer to it than he. Changmg his direction,- he made straight for the river, struck it above the fortifi- cation, and got behmd the levee, thus securing both a covered way to hide his course, and an earthwork from behind which he could fight. He lost no time in peeping over the top of the mound, but pushed ahead at his best speed, supposing that no cavalry scouts would dare ap- proach very near to a garrison supplied with, artillery. He could see a sentry pacing the ramparts, the dark uni- form showing clear against the grey sky beyond. He even thought that the man perceived him, and supposed that his dangers were over for the present. He was full of exhilaration, and glanced back at the events of the night with, a sense of satisfaction, taking it all for granted with a resolute faith of satisfaction, that the liavenels had escaped. Major Scott was dead ; he was really quite sorry for that ; but then two Texans had been killed, or at least disabled ; the war was so much nearer its close. In a small way he felt much as a general does who has eflected a masterly retreat, and inflicted severe loss upon the pur- suing enemy. Presently a break in the bank forced him to mount the levee. As he reached the top he stared in astonishment and some dismay at a man in butternut-colored clothing, mounted on a rough pony, with the double-barreled gun of Greene's mosstroopers across his saddle-bow, who was posted on the road not forty feet distant. The Butternut immediately said, in the pleasant way current in armies, " Halt, you son of a bitch !" He fired, but missed, as Colburne skirted the break on a run, and S23rang again behind the levee. The Captain 318 Miss Ravexel's C ox version then fired in return, with no other effect than to make the Butternut gallop beyond revolver range. From this dis- tance he called out, ironically, " I say, Yank, have you heard from Brashear City ?" Colburne made no reply, but continued his retreat un- molested. When the sentinel challenged, " Halt ! who comes there ?" he thought he had never heard a pleasanter welcome. " Friend," he answered. " Halt, friend ! Corporal of the guard, number five," shouted the sentry. The corporal appeared, recognized Colburne, and let him in through the gate in a j^alisade which connected one angle of the fort with the river. The garrison was already under arms, and the men were lying down behind the low works, with their equipments on and their mus- kets by their ^ides. The first person from the plantation whom Colburne saw was Mauma Major. " Where is Mrs. Carter, aunty ?" he asked. "They's all here, bress the Lord! And now you's come !" shouted the good fat creature, clapping her hands with delight. " Whar my ole man ?" " In heaven," said Colburne, with a solemn tenderness which carried instant conviction. The woman screamed, and went down upon her knees with an air and face of such anguish as might cast shame upon those philosophers as have asserted that the negro is not a man. " Oh ! the Lord gave ! The Lord gave !" she repeated, wildly. Perhaps she had forgotten, perhaps she never knew, the remainder of the text ; but its piteous sense of bereave- ment, and of more than human consolation, was evidently clear m some manner to her soul. Fkom Secession to Loyalty. 319 CHAPTER XXIII. CAPTAIN COLBITRXE COYERS THE RETREAT OF THE SOUTHERN LABOR ORGANIZATION. CoLBURNE soon cliscoYerecl the RaYenels and their re^ tamers biYonacked in an angle of the fortification. The Doctor actually embraced him in delight at his escape ; and Mrs. Carter seized both his hands in hers, exclaimmg, « Oh, I am so happy !" ^ ^.^ She was full of gayetY. She had had a splendid nap ; had actually slept out of doors. Did he see that tent made out of a blanket ? She had slept m that. She could biYOuac as well as you, Captain Colburne ; she was as good a sol- dier as you. Captain Colburne. She liked it, ol all thmgs in the world. She neYer would sleep in the house agam till she was fif— sixty. It was curious to note how she checked herself upon the point of mentioning fifty as the era of first decrepitude. Her father was OYcr fifty, and therefore fifty could not be old age, notwithstandmg her preconceiYed opmions on the subject. , T T 1 1 " But oh how obliged we are to you !" she added, chang- ino- suddenly to a serious Yiew. "How kmd and noble and braYe you are ! We owe you so much !-Isn t it strano-e that I should be saymg such thmgs to you ^ L ■ ncYei^thouo-ht that I should cYcr say anythmg of the kmd to any man but my father and my husband. I am mdeed grate- ful to you, and thankful that you have escaped." As she spoke, her eyes filled with tears. There was a singular changeableness about her of late ; she shitted rapidly and without warnmg, almost without cause, from one emotion to another ; she felt and expressed all emotions with more than usual fervor. She was sadder at times and gayer at times than circumstances seemed to justify. An ordinary observer, a man especially, would have been 320 Miss Ravexel's Conyersion apt to consider some of her conduct odd, if not irrational. The truth is that she had been living a new life for the past two months, and that her being, i:»hysical and moral, had not yet been able to settle into a tranquil unity of function and feeling. Many women and a few men will understand me here. Colbm-ne was too merely a young man to comprehend anything ; but he could stand a little way off and worship. He thought, as she faced him with her cheeks flushed and her eyes the brighter for tears, that she was very near in guise and nature to an angel. It may be a paradox ; it may be a dangerous fact to make, public ; but he certainly was loving another man's wife with j^erfect innocence. " What is the matter with Mauma Major ?" asked the Doctor. Colburne briefly related the martyrdom of Scott ; and father and daughter hurried to console the weeping black woman. Then the young soldier bethought himself that he oup^ht to report his knowledge of the rebels to the commandant of the garrison. " You '11 find the cuss in there," said a devil-may-care lieutenant, pointing to a brick structure in the centre of the fort. Colburne entered, saw an oflicer sleeping on a pile of blankets, and to his astonishment recognized him as Major Gaza way. In slumber this re- markable poltroon looked respectably formidable. He was six feet in height and nearly two hundred pounds in weight, "large-limbed, deep-chested, broad-shouldered, dark in complexion, aquiline in feature, masculine and even stern in expression. He had begun life as a prize fighter, but had failed in that career, not because he lacked strength or skill, but from want of pluck to stand the ham- mering. Nevertheless he was a tolerable hand at a rough- and-tumble fight, and still more efficient in election-day bullying and browbeating. For the last ten years he had kept a billiard saloon, had held various small public offices, and had been the Isaiah Rynders of his little city. On the Feo:m Secession to Loyalty. 321 stump lie had a low kiiid of popular eloquence made up of coarse denunciation, slanderous lying, bar-room slang, smutty stories, and j)rofanity. The Rebellion broke out ; the Rebel cannon aimed at Fort Sumter knocked the breath out of the Democratic party ; and Gazaway_ turned Re- publican, bruigmg over two hundred fighting voters, and changing the political complexion of his district. Conse- quently he easily got a commision as captain in the three months' campaign, and subsequently as major in the Tenth, much to the disgust of its commandant. He had expected and demanded a colonelcy ; he thought that the Gorernor, in not granting it, had treated him with ingratitude and black injustice ; he honestly believed this, and was naively sore and angry on the subject. It needed this trait of born impudence to render his character altogether contemptible ; for had he been a conscious, humble coward, he would have merited a pity not altogether disunited from respect. From the day of receiving his commission Gazaway had not ceased to intrigue and bully for promotion in a long series of blotted and ill-spelled letters. How could a mere Major ever hope to go before the people successfully as a candidate for Congress ? That distinction was the aim of Gazaway, as of many another more or less successful black- guard. It is true that these horrid battles occasionally shook his ambition and his confidence in liis own merits. Under fire he was a meek man, much given to lying low, to praying fervently, to thinking that a whole skin was better than laurels. But m a few hours after the danger was past, his elastic vanity and selfishness rose to the oc- casion, and he was as pompous in air, as dogmatical m speech, as impudently greedy in his demands for advance- ment as ever. Such was one of Colburne's superior offi- cers ; such was the dastard to whom the wounded hero re- ported for duty. Colburne, by the way, had never asked for promotion, believing, with the faith of chivalrous youth, that merit would be sure of undemanded recognition. After several calls of " Major !" the slumberer came to 322 Miss Ravenel's Conversion his consciousness ; he used it by rolling over on his side, and endeavoring to resume his dozings. lie had not been able to sleep till late the night before on account of his terrors, and now he was reposing like an animal, anxious chiefly to be let alone. " Major — excuse me — I have something ol' importance to report," insisted the Captain. " Well ; what is it ?" snarled Gazaway. Then, catching sight of Colburne, " Oh ! that you. Cap ? "Where you from ?" " From a plantation five miles below, on the bayou. I was followed in closely b\^ the rebel cavalry. Their pickets are less than half a mile from the fort." " My God !" exclaimed Gazaway, sitting up and throw- ing oiF his musquito-net. " What do you think ? They ain't gomg to attack the fort, be they ?" Then calling his homespun pomposity to his aid, he added, with a show of bravado, "I can't see it. They know better. We can knock spots out of 'em." " Of course we can," coincided the Captam. '' I don't believe they have any siege artillery ; and if we can't beat off" an assault we ought to be cat-o'-nme-tailed." " Cap, I vow I wish I had your health," said the Major, gazmg shamelessly at Colburne's thm and pale face. " You can stand anything. I used to think I could, but this cussed climate fetches )7ie. I swear I hain't been myself smce I come to Louisianny." It is true that the Major had not been m field service what he once honestly thought he was. He had supposed himself to be a brave man ; he was never disenchanted of this belief except while on the battle-field ; and after he had run away he always said and tried to believe that it was because he was sick. " I was took sick with my old trouble, he continued ; " same as I had at Xew Orleans, you know— th6 very day that we attacked Port Hudson." By the way, he had not had it at New Orleans ; he fiad Feom Secession to Loyalty. 323 had it at Georgia Landing and Camp Beasland ; but Col- burne did not correct him. " By George ! Avhat a day that was !" he exclaimed, re- ferring to the assault of the 2'7th of May. " I'll bet more'n a hundred shots come within five feet of me. If I could a kep*' up with the regiment, I'd a done it. But I couldn't. I had to go straight to the hospital. I tell you I suffered there. I couldn't get no kind of attention, there was so many wounded there. After a few days I set out for the regiment, and found it in a holler where the rebel bullets was skipping about like parched peas in a skillet. But I was too sick to stand it. I had to put back to the hos- pital. Finally the Doctor he sent me to Xew Orleans. Well, I was just gettin' a little flesh on my bones when General Emory ordered every man that could walk to be put to duty. Xothing would do but I must take com- mand of this fort. I got here yesterday morning, and the boat went back in the afternoon, and here we be in a hell of a muss. I brought twenty such invalids along — men no more fit for duty than I be. I swear it's a shame." Colburne did not utfer the disgust and contempt which he felt ; he turned away in silence, intending to look up dressmgs for his arm, which had become dry and feverish. The Major called him back, " I say. Cap, if the enemy are in force, what are we to do ?" " Why, we shall fight, of course." " But we ha'n't got men enough to stand an assault." " How many ?" "One little comp'ny Louisianny men, two comp'nies nine months' men, and a few invalids." " That's enough. Have you any spare arms ?" " I d'no. I reckon so," said the Major, in a peevish tone. " I reckon you'd better hunt up the Quartermaster, if there is one. I s'pose he has 'em." " A friend of mine has brought fifteen able-bodied ne- groes into the fort. I want guns for them." 324 Miss Rayexel's Conversion " Niggers !" sneered the Major. " What good be they ?" Losing all patience, Colburne disrespectfully turned his "back without answering, and left the room. " I say. Cap, if we let them niggers fight Ave'll be all massacred," were the last words that he heard from Gaza- way. Having got his arm bound anew with wet dressings, he sought out the Quartermaster, and proceeded to accouter the Ravenel negroes, meanwhile chewmg a breakfast of hard crackers. Then, meeting the Lieutenant who had di- rected him to Gazaway's quarters, and who proved to be the commandant of the Louisiana company, they made a tour of the ramparts together, doing their volunteer best to take in the military features of the flat surrounding landscape, and to decide upon the line of approach which the rebels would probably select in cjlse of an assault. There was no cover except tAVO or three wooden houses of such slight texture that they would afford no jirotection against shell or grape. The levee on the op]X)site side of the baj^ou might shelter sharpshooters, but not a column. They trained a tAventy-four-pounder iron gun in that di- rection, and pointed the rest of the artillery so as to sweep the plain between the fort and a wood half a mile distant. The ditch was deep and wide, and well filied with water, but there was no abattis or other obstruction outside of it. Tlie weakest front was toward the Missis- sippi, on which side the rampart was a mere bank not five feet in hight, scarcely domhiating the slope of twenty-five or thirty yards which stretched between it and the water. " I wish the river was higher — smack up to the fortifi- cations," said the Louisiana lieutenant. " They can wade around them fences," he added, pointing to the palisades which connected the work with the river. This officer was not a Louisianian by birth, any more than the men whom he commanded. They were a medley of all nations, principally Lish and Germans, and he had begun his martial career as a volunteer m an Indiana regi- From Secession to Loyalty. 325 ment. He was chock full of fight and confidence ; this was the only fort he had ever ganisoned, and he consid- ered it almost impregnable ; his single doubt was lest the assailants "might wade in around them fences." Col- burne, remembering how Banks had been repulsed twice from inferior works at Port Hudson, also thought the chances good for a defence. Indeed, he looked forward to the combat with something like a vindictive satisfac- tion. Heretofore he had always attacked ; and he wanted to fight the rebels once from behind a rampart ; he wanted to teach them what it was to storm fortifications. If he had been better educated in his profession he would have found the fort alarmingly small and open, destitute as it was of bomb-proofs, casemates and traverses. The river showed no promise of succor; not a gunboat or transport appeared on its broad, slow, yellow current ; not a friendly smoke could be seen across the flat distances. The little garrison, it seemed, must rely upon its own strength and courage. But, after taking a deliberate view of all the circumstances, Colburne felt justified in reporting to Major Gaza way that the fort could beat ofi" as many Texans as could stand between it and the woods, which was the same as to say a matter of one or two hundred thousand. Leav- ing his superior officer in a state of spasmodic and short- lived courage, he spread his rubber blanket in a shady corner, rolled up his coat for a pillow, laid himself down, and slept till nearly noon. When he awoke, the Doctor was holding an umbrella over him. " I am ever so much obliged to you," said Colburne, sit- ting up. " ^ot at all. I was afraid you might get the fever. Our Louisiana sun, you know, doesn't dispense beneficence alone. I saw that it had found you out, and I rushed to the rescue." " Is Mrs. Carter sheltered ?" asked the Captain. " She is very comfortably ofi", considering the circum- stances." 326 Miss Ravenel's Conversion He was twiddling and twirling his umbrella as though he had something on liis mind. " I want you to do me a favor," he said, after a moment. " I should really like a gun, if it is not too much trouble." The idea of the Doctor, with his fifty-five years, his peaceful habits, and his spectacles, rushing to battle made Colburne smile. Another imaginary picture, the image of Lillie weeping over her father's body, restored his serious- ness. " What would Mrs. Carter say to it ?" he asked. " I should be obliged if you would not mention it to her," answered the Doctor. "I think the matter can be managed without her knowledge." Accordingly Colburne fitted out this unexpected recruit with a rifle-musket, and showed him how to load it, and how to put on his accoutrements. This done, he reverted to the subject which most interested his mind just at present. " Mrs. Carter must be better sheltered than she is," he said. " In case of an assault, she would be in the way where she is, and, moreover, she might get hit by a chance bullet. I will tell the Major that his Colonel's wife is here, and that he must turn out for her." " Do you think it best ?" questioned the Doctor. " Really, I hate to disturb the commandant of the fort." But Colburne did thmk it best, and Gazaway was not hard to convince. He hated to lose his shelter, poor as it was, but he had a salutary dread of his absent Colonel, and remembermg how dubious had been his o^snl record in field service, he thought it wise to secure the favor of Mrs. Carter. Accordingly Lillie, accompanied by Black Julia, moved into the brick building, notwithstanding her late declarations that she liked nothing so well as sleeping in the open air. "Premature old age," laughed Colburne. "Sixty already." Fko^t Secession to Loyalty. 327 " It is the African Dahomey, and not the American, which produces the Amazons," observed the Doctor. " If you don't stop I shall be severe," threatened Lillie. " I have a door now to tm-n people out of" " Just as though that was a punishment," said Colburne. " I thought out-of-doors was the place to live." As is usual with people in circumstances of romance which are not mstantly and overpowermgiy alarmmg, there was an exhilaration in their spirits which tended to- wards gayety. While Mrs. Carter and Oolburne were thus jesting, the Doctor shyly introduced his martial equipments into the house, and concealed them under a blanket in one corner. Presently the two men adjourned to the ramparts, to learn the cause of a commotion which was visible among the garrison. Far up the bayou road thin yellow- clouds of dust could be seen rising above the trees, no doubt indicating a movement of troops in con- siderable force. From that quarter no advance of friends, but only of Texan cavalry and Louisianian infantry, could be expected. Xearly all the soldiers had left their shel- ters of boards and rubber blankets, and were watching the threatening phenomenon with a grave jSxedness of expres- sion which showed that they fully appreciated its deadly significance. Sand-columns of the desert, water-spouts of the ocean, are a less impressive spectacle than the ap- proaching dust of a hostile army. The old and tried sol- dier knows all that it means ; he knows how tremendous will be the screech of the shells and the ghastliness of the wounds ; he faces it with an inward shrinking, although with a calm determination to do his duty ; his time for elation will not come until his blood is heated by fighting, and he joins in the yeU of the charge. The recruit, deeply moved by the novelty of the sight, and the unknown grandeur of horror or of glory which it presages, is either vaguely terrified or full of excitement. Calm as is the ex- terior of most men in view of approaching battle, not one of them looks upon it with entire indifference. But let the 328 Miss Ravexel's Conversion eyes on the fortifications strain as they might, no lines of trooj^s could he distinguished, and there was little, if any, increase in the number of the rebel pickets who sat sen- tinel in their saddles under the shade of scattered trees and houses. Presently the murmur " A flag of truce !" ran along the line of spectators. Down the road which skirted the northern bank of the bayou rode slowly, amidst a little cloud of dust, a party of four horsemen, one of whom carried a white flag. " What does that mean," asked Gazaway. " Do you thmk peace is proclaimed ?" "It means that they want this fort," said Colburne. " They are going to commit the impertinence of asking us to surrender." The Major's aquiline visage was very pale, and his out- stretched hand shook visibly ; he was evidently seized by the complaint which had so troubled him at Port Hudson. " Cap, what shall I do ?" he inquired in a confidential whisper, twisting one of his tremulous fingers into Col- burne's buttonhole, and drawing him aside. " Tell them to go to , and then send them there," said the Captain, angrily, perceiving that Gazaway's feel- mgs inclined toward a capitulation. " Send out an oflicer and escort to meet the fellows and bring in their message. They mustn't be allowed to come inside." " Xo, no ; of course not. We couldn't git very good terms if they should see how few we be," returned the Major, unable to see the matter in any other light than that of his own terrors. " Well, Cap, you go and meet the feller. Xo, you stay here ; I want to talk to you. Here, Where's that Louisianny Lieutenant ? Oh, Lieutenant, you- go out to that feller with jest as many men 's he's got ; stop him 's soon 's you git to him, and send in his business. Send it in by one of your men, you know ; and take a white flag, or han'kerch'f, or suthiu'." When Gazaway was in a perturbed state of mind, liis con^ ersation had an unusual twang of the provincialisms Fkom Secession to Loyalty. 329 of tone and grammar amidst which he had been educated, or rather had grown up without an education. At sight of the Union flag of truce, the rebel one, now only a quarter of a mile from the fort, halted under the shadow of*an evergreen oak by the roadside. After a j^arley of a few minutes, the Louisiana Lieutenant re- turned, beaded with perspiration, and delivered to Gaza- way a sealed envelope. The latter opened it with fingers which worked as awkwardly as a worn-out paii* of tongs, read the enclosed note with evident difficulty, cast a troubled eye up and down the river, as if looking in vam for help, beckoned Colburne to follow him, and led the way to a deserted angle of the fort. "I say, Cap," he whispered, "we've got to surrender." Colburne looked him sternly in the face, but could not catch his cowardly eye. " Take care. Major," he said. Gazaway started as if he had been threatened with per- sonal violence. " You are a ruined man if you surrender this fort," pur- sued Colburne. The Major writhed his Herculean form, and looked all the anguish which so mean a nature was capable of feel- mg ; for it suddenly occurred to him that if he capitulated he might never be promoted, and never go to Congress. " TThat in God's name shall I do ?" he implored. " They've got six thous'n' men." " Call the officers together, and put it to vote." " Well, you fetch 'em, Cap. I swear I'm too sick to Stan' up." ,Down he sat in the dust, resting his elbows on his knees, and his head between his hands. Colburne sought out the officers, seven in number, besides himself, and all, as it chanced. Lieutenants. " Gentlemen," he said, " we are dishonored cowards if we surrender this fort without fighting." 330 Miss Ra vex el's Coxveesion " Dani' d if we don't have the biggest kind of a scrim- mage first," returned the Louisianian. The afflicted Gaza way rose to receive them, opened the communication of the rebel general, dropped it, picked it up, and handed it to Colburne, saymg, " Cap, you read it." It was a polite summons to surrender, stating the in- vesting force at six thousand men, declaring that the suc- cess of an assault was certam, offering to send the garrison on j^arole to Xew Orleans, and closing with the hope that the commandant of the fort would avoid a useless effusion of blood. " Xow them's what I call han'some terms," broke in Gazaway eagerly. " We can't git no better if we fight a week. And we can't fight a day. We hain't got the men to whip six thous'n' Texans. I go for takin' terms while we can git 'em." " Gentlemen, I go for fightmg," said Colburne. " That's me," responded the Louisiana lieutenant ; and there was an approving murmur from the other officers. " This fort," contmued our Captain, " is an absolute neces- sity to the prosecution of the siege of Port Hudson. If it is lost, the navigation of the river is interru23ted, and our army is cut off from its suj^plies. If we surrender, we make the whole campaign a failure. We must not do it. We never shall be able to face our comrades after it ; we never shall be able to look loyal man or rebel in the eye. We can defend ourselves. General Banks has been re- pulsed twice from inferior works. It is an easy chance to do a great deed — to deserve the thanks of the army and the whole country. Just consider, too, that if we don't hold the fort, we may be called on some day to storm it. Which is the easiest ? Gentlemen, I say, Xo surrender !" Every officer but Gazaway answered, " That's my vote." The Louisiana Lieutenant fingered his revolver threaten- ingly, and swore by all that was holy or infernal that he would shoot the first man who talked of cai^itulating. FEOii Secession to Loyalty. 331 Gazaway's mouth had oi^ened to gurgle a remonstrance, but at this threat he remamed silent and gasping like a stranded fish. " Well, Cap, you write an answer to the cuss, and the Major '11 sign it," said the Louisianian to Colburne, with a grin of humorous mahgnity. Our friend ran to the office of the Quartermaster, and returned m a minute with the following epistle : " Sir : It is my duty to defend Fort Wmthrop to the last extremity, and I shall do it." The signature which the Major appended to this heroic document was so tremulous and illegible that the rebel general must have thought that the commandant was either very illiterate or else a very old gentleman afflicted with the palsy. Thus did the unhappy Gazaway have greatness thrust upon him. He would have been indignant had he not been so terrified ; he thought of court-martialmg Colburne some day for msubordination, but said nothing of it at present ; he was fully occupied with searching the fort for a j^lace which promised shelter from shell ^and bullet. The rest of the day he spent chiefly on the river front, lookmg up and down the stream m vaui for the friendly smoke of gunboats, and careful all the while to keep his head below the level of the ramparts. His trepidation was so apparent that the common soldiers discovered it, and amused them- selves by slyly jerkmg bullets at him, m order to see him jump, fall down and clap his hand to the part hit by the harmless missile. He must have suspected the trick ; but he did not threaten vengeance nor even try to discover the jokers: every feeble source of manliness in him had been dried up by his terrors. He gave no orders, exacted no obedience, and would have received none had he de- manded it. Late in the afternoon, half a dozen veritable rebel balls whistling over the fort sent him cowering into the room occupied by Mrs. Carter, where he appropriated a blanket and stretched hunself at full length on the floor. 332 Miss Raven el s Conyeesion fairly grovelling and flattening in search of safety. It was a case of cowardice which bordered upon mania or physical disease. He had just manliness enough to feel a little ashamed of himself, and mutter to Mrs. Carter that he was " too sick to Stan' up." Even she, novel as she was to the situation, understood him, after a little study ; and the sight of his degrading alarm, instead of striking her with a panic, roused her pride. and her courage. With what an admiring contrast of feeling she looked at the brave Col- burne and thought of her brave husband I The last ravs of the settiuGj sun showed no sio-n of an enemy except the wide thin semich'cle of rebel pickets, quiet but watchful, which stretched across the bayou from the river above to the river below. As night deepened, the vigilance of the garrison ui creased, and not only the sentmels but every soldier was behmd the ramparts, each officer remaining in rear of his own comj^any or platoon, ready to direct it and lead it at the first alarm. Colburne, who was tacitly recognized as commander-in-chief, made the rounds every hour. About midnight a murmur of joy ran from bastion to bastion as the news spread that two steamers were close at hand, coming up the river. Presently every one could see their engme-fires glowing like fireflies in the distant, and hear through the breathless night the sighmg of the steam, the moaning of the ma chmery, and at last the swash of water agamst the bows. The low, black hulks, and short, delicate masts, distinctly visible on the gleaming groundwork of the river, and against the faintly lighted horizon, showed that they were gunboats ; and the metallic rattle of their cables, as they came to anchor opposite the fort, proved that they had ar- rived to take part in the approaching struggle. Even Gazaway crawled out of his asylum to look at the cheermg reinforcement, and assumed somethmg of his native pom- posity as he observed to Colburne, " Cap, they won't dare to pitch into us, with them fellers alongside." A bullet or two from the rebel sharj^shooters posted on Feo:si Secession to Loyalty. 333 the southern side of the bayou sent him back to his house of refuge. He thought the assault Avas about to commence, and was entirely absorbed in hearkening for its opening clamor. "When Mrs. Carter asked him what was oroino- on, he made her no answer. He was listening with all his pores ; his very hair stood on end to listen. Presently he stretched himself upon the floor in an mstinctive effort to escape a spattering of musketry which broke through the sultry stillness of the night. A black sjDCck had slid around the stern of one of the gunboats, and was making for the bank, saluted by quick spittings of fire from the levee above and below the junction of the bayou with the river. In reply, similar fiery spittings scintillated from the dark mass of the fort, and there was a rapid ichit-ivhit of in- visible missiles. A cutter was coming ashore ; the rebel pickets were firing upon it ; the garrison was firing upon the pickets ; the pickets upon the garrison. The red flashes and irregular rattle lasted until the cutter had completed its return voyage. There was an understanding now be- tween the little navy and the little army ; the gunboats knew where to direct their cannonade so as best to sup- port the garrison ; and the soldiers were full of confidence, although they did not relax their vigilance. Doctor Rav- enel and Mrs. Carter supposed in their civilian inexperience that all danger was over, and by two o'clock in the morn- ing were fast asleep. CHAPTER XXiy. . A DESPEEATE ATTACK AXD A SUCCESSFUL DEFENCE. While it was still darkness Lillie was awakened from her sleep by an all-pervading, startling, savage up- roar. Through the hot night came tramplings and yell- ings of a rebel brigade ; roarmg of twenty-four-pounders and whirring of grape from the bastions of the fort ; roar- mg of hundred-pounders and flight of shrieking, cracking. 334 Miss Ravexel's Cox vers ion flashing shells from the gunboats ; incessant spattering and fiery spitting of musketry, with whistling and hum- ming of bullets ; and, constant through all, the demoniac yell advancuig like the howl of an infernal tide. Bedlam, pandemonium, all the maniacs of earth and all the fiends of hell, seemed to have combined in riot amidst the crash- insis of storm and volcano. The clamor came with the suddenness and continued with more than the rage of a tornado. Lillie had never imagined anything so unearthly and horrible. She called loudly for her father, and was positively astonished to hear his voice close at her side, so strangely did the familiar tones sound in that brutal up- roar. " What is it ?" she asked. "It must be the assault," he replied, astonished into telling the alarming truth. " I will step out and take a look." " You shall not," she exclaimed, clutching him. " What if you should be hit I" " My dear, don't be childish," remonstrated the Doctor. " It is my duty to attend to the wounded. I am the only surgeon in the fort. Just consider the ingratitude of neglecting these brave fellows who are fighting for our safety." " Will you promise not to get hurt ?" " Certainly, my dear." •' Will you come back every five minutes and let me see you ?" " Yes, my dear. I'll keep you informed of everything that happens." She thought a few moments, and gradually loosened her hold on him. Her curiosity, her anxiety to know how this terrible drama went on, helped her to be brave and to spare him. As soon as her fingers had unclosed from his sleeve he crept to where his rifle stood and softly, siezed it ; and in so doing he stepped on the recumbent Gazaway, who groaned, whereupon the Doctor politely From Secession to Loyalty. 335 apologized. As he stepped out of the building he distin- guished Colburne's voice on the river front, shoutincr, " This ^ay, men !" In that direction ran the Doctor, hold- ing his rifle in both hands, at something like the position of a charge bayonet, with his thumb on the trigger so as to be ready for immediate conflict. Suddenly bang ! went the piece at an angle of forty-five degrees, sending its ball clean across the Mississippi, and causing a veteran ser- geant near him to inquire " what the hell he was about." " Really, that explosion was quite extraordinary," said the surprised Doctor. " I had not the least intention of firing. Would you, sir, have the goodness to load it for , me ?" But the sergeant was in a hurry, and ran on without answermg. The Doctor began to finger his cartridge-box in a wild way, intending to get out a cartridge if he could, when a faint voice near him said, " I'll load your gun for you, sir." " Would you be so kind ?" replied the Doctor, delighted. "I am so dreadfully inexperienced in these operations! I am quite sorry to trouble you." The sick man — one of the invalids whom Gazaway had brought from ISTew Orleans — loaded the piece, capped it, and added some brief instructions in the mysteries of half- cock and full-cock. " Really you are very good. I am quite obliged," said the Doctor, and hurried on to the river front, guided by the voice of Colburne. At the rampart he tried to shoot one of our men who was coming up wounded from the palisade, and would probably have succeeded, but that the lock of his gun would not work. Colburne stopped him in this well-intentioned but mistaken labor, saying, " Those are our people." Then, " Your gun is at half-cock. — There. — Now keep your finger ofi" the trigger until you see a rebel." Then shouting, " Forward, men !" he ran down to the 336 Miss Ravenel's Conveesion palisade followed by twenty or thirty, of whom one was the Doctor. The assailing brigade, debouching from the woods half a mile away from the front, had advanced in a Avide front across the flat, losing scarcely any men by the fire of the artillery, although many, shaken by the horrible screech- ing of the hundred-pound shells, threw themselves on the ground in the darkness or sought the frail shelter of the scattered dwellmgs. Thus diminished in numbers and broken up by night and obstacles and the diflermg speed of running men, the brigade reached the fort, not an or- ganization, but a confused swarm, flowing along the edge of the ditch to right and left in search of an entrance. There was a constant spattermg of flushes, as individuals returned the steady fire of the garrision ; and the sharp clean whistle of round bullets and buckshot mingled in the thick warm air with the hoarse whiz of Minies. Now and then an angry shout or wailing scream indicated that some one had been hit and mangled. The exhortations and oaths of the rebel ofiicers could be distinctly heard, as they endeavored to restore order, to drive up stragglers, and to urge the mass forward. A few jumped or fell mto the ditch and floundered there, unable to climb up the smooth facings of brickwork. Tavo or three hundred collected around the palisade which connected the northern front with the river, some lying down and waiting, and others firing at the woodwork or the neighbormg ramparts, while a few determined ones tried to burst open the gate by main strength. The Doctor put the whole length of his barrel through one of the narrow port holes of the palisade and immediately became aware that some on the outside had seized it and was pullmg downwards. " Let go of my gun !" he shouted instinctively, without considering the unreasonable nature of the request. " Let go yourself, you son of a bitch !" returned the outsider, not a whit more rational. The Doc- tor pulled trigger with a sense of just indignation, and Fko:si Secession to Loyalty. 337 drew in his gun, the barrel bent at a right angle and burst ed. Whether he had injured the rebel or only start- led him into letting go his hold, he never knew and did not then pause to consider. He felt his ruined weapon all over with his hands, tried in vain to draw the ramrod, and, after brmgiug all his philosophical acumen to bear on the subject, gave up the idea of reloadmg. Casting about for a new armament, he observed behind him a man lying m one of the many little gullies which seemed to slope be- tween the fort and the river, his eyes Avide open and fixed upon the palisade, and his right hand loosely holding a rifle. The Doctor concluded that he was sick, or tired, or seek- ing shelter from the bullets. " Would you be good enough to lend me your gun for a few moments ?" he inquired. The man made no reply ; he was perfectly dead. The Doctor being short-sighted and without his spectacles, and not accustomed, as yet, to appreciating the eflects of mus- ketry, did not suspect this until he bent over him, and saw that his woolen shirt was soaked with blood. He picked up the rifle, guessed that it was loaded, stumbled back to the palisade, insinuated the mere muzzle into a port-hole, and fired, with splintering eflect on the woodwork. The explosion w^as followed by a howl of anguish from the ex- terior, which gave him a mighty throb, partly of horror and partly of loyal satisfaction. " After all, it is only a species of surgical operation," he thought, and proceeded to reload, according to the best of his speed and knowl- edge. Suddenly he staggered under a violent impulse, precisely as if a strong man had jerked him by the coat- collar, and putting his hand to the spot, he found that a bullet (nearly spent in penetrating the palisades) had punched its way through the cloth. This was the nearest approach to a wound that he received during the engage- ment. Meantime things were going badly with the assailants. Disorganized by the night, cut up by the musketry, de- P 338 Miss Raven el's Coxveksion moralized by tlie incessant screaming and bursting of the one-hundred-pound shells, unable to force the palisade or cross the ditch, they rapidly lost heart, threw themselves on the earth, took refuge behind the levees, dropped away in squads through the covering gloom, and were, in short, rej^ulsed. In the course of thirty minutes, all that yelling swarm had disappeared, except the thickly scattered dead and wounded, and a few well-covered stragglers, who con- tinued to fire as sharpshooters. " We have whipped them !" shouted Colburne. " Hurrah for the old flag !" The garrison caught the impulse of enthusiasm, and raised yell on yell of triumph. Even the wounded ceased to feel their anguish for a moment, and uttered a feeble shout or exclamation of gladness. The Doctor bethought himself of his daughter, and hurried back to the brick building to inform her of the victory. She threw herself into his arms with a shriek of delight, and almost in the same breath reproached him sharply for leaving her so long. " My dear, it can't be more than five minutes," said the Doctor, fully believing what he said, so rapidly does time pass in the excitement of successful battle. " Is it really over ?" she asked. " Quite so. They are rushing for the woods like pelted frogs for a puddle. They are going in all directions, as though they were bound for Cowes and a market. I don't believe they will ever get together again. "We have gained a magnificent victory. It is the grandest moment of my life." " Is Captain Colbume unhurt ?" was Lillie's next ques- tion. " Perfectly. We haven't lost a man — except one," he added, bethinking himself of the poor fellow whose gun he had borrowed. " Oh !" she sighed, with a long inspiration of relief, for the life of her brave defender had become precious in her eyes. Fkom Secession to Loyalty. 339 The Doctor had absent-mindedly brought his rifle into the room, and Tras much troubled with it, not caring to shock Lillie with the fact that he had been personally en- gaged. He held it behmd his back with one hand, after the manner of a naughty boy who has been nearly de- tected in breakmg windows, and who still has a brickbat in his fist which he dares not show, and cannot find a chance to hide. He was slyly settmg it against the wall when she discovered it. " What !" she exclaimed. " Have you been fighting, too ? You dear, darlmg, wicked papa !" She kissed him violently, and then laughed hysterically. " I thought you were up to some mischief all the while," she added. " You were gone a dreadful time, and I screaming and looking out for you. Papa, you ought to be ashamed of yourself" " I have reason to be. I am the most disgraceful igno- ramus. I don't know how to load my gun. I think I must have put the bullet in wrong end first. The ramrod won't go down." " Well, put it away now. You don't want it any more. You must take care of the wounded." " Wounded !" exclaimed the Doctor. " Are there any wounded ?" " Oh dear ! several of them. I forgot to tell you. They are to bring them m here. I am going to our trunks to get some Imen." The Doctor was quite astonished to find that there were a number of wounded ; for havmg escaped unhurt himself, he concluded that every one else had been equally lucky, exceptmg, of course, the man who lay dead in the gulley. As he laid down his gun he heard a groaning in one corner, and went softly towards it, expecting to find one of the victims of the conflict. Lifting up one end of a blanket, and lighting a match to dispel the dimness, he be- held the prostrate Gazaway, his face beaded with the per- spiration of heat and terror. 340 Miss Ravexel's Coxversiox "Oh !" said the Doctor, Avith perhaps the merest twang of contempt in the exclamation. " My God, Doctor !" groaned the Major. "I tell you I'm a sick man. I've got the most awful bilious colic that ever a feller had. If you can give me something, do, for God's sake !" " Presently," answered Ravenel, and j^aid no more at- tention to him. " If I could have discharged my gun," he afterwards said, in relatmg the circumstance, " I should have been tempted to rid him of his bilious colic by a surgical opera- tion." The floor of the little building was soon cumbered with half a dozen injured men, and dampened with their blood. The Doctor had no instruments, but he could probe with his finger and dress with wet bandages. Lillie aided him, pale at the sight of blood and suffering, but resolute to do what she could. When Colburne looked in for a moment, she nodded to him with a sweet smile, which was meant to thank him for havmg defended her. " I am glad to see you at this work," he said. " There will be more of it." " AV^hat ! More fightmg !" exclaimed the Doctor, look- ing up from a shattered finger. " Oh yes. We mustn't hope that they will be satisfied w^ith one assault. There is a suj^porting column, of course ; and it will come on soon. But do you stay here, whatever happens. You will be of most use here." He had scarcely disappeared w-hen the w^hole air be- came horribly vocal, as, with a long-drawn, screaming bat- tle-j^ell, the second brigade of Texans moved to the assault, and the " thunders of fort and fleet " replied. Taking the same direction as before, but pushmg forward with superior solidity and energy, the living wave swe2;)t up to the forti- fications, howled along the course of the ditch, and surged clamorously agamst the palisade. Colburne was there with half the other officers and half the strenofth of the Feom Secession to Loyalty. 341 garrison, silent for the most part, but fighting desperately. Suddenly there was a shout of, " Back ! back ! They are coming round the palisade." There was a stumblmg rush for the cover of the fortifica- tion 23roper ; and there the last possible Ime of defence was established instmctively and in a moment. Officers and men dropped on their knees behind the low bank of earth, and continued an irregular, deliberate fire, each discharg- ing his piece as fast as he could load and aim. The gar- rison was not sufficient to form a continuous rank along even this single front, and on such portions of the works as were protected by the ditch, the soldiers were scattered almost as sparsely as sentinels. Xothing saved the place from being carried by assault except the fact that the as- sailants were unprovided with scaling ladders. The ad- venturous fellows who had flanked the palisade, rushed to the gate, and gave entrance to a torrent of tall, lank men in butternut or dirty grey clothing, their bronzed faces flushed with the excitement of suj^posed victory, and their yells of exultation drowning for a minute the sharj) out- cries of the wounded, and the rattle of the musketry. But the human billow was met by such a fatal discharge that it could not come over the rampart. The foremost dead fell across it, and the mass reeled backward. Unfortunately for the attack, the exterior slope was full of small knolls and gullies, beside being cumbered with rude shanties, of four or five feet in height made of bits of board, and shelter tents, which had served as the quarters of the garrison. Behind these covers scores if not hundreds sought refuge, and could not be induced to leave them for a second charge. They commenced with musketry, and from that moment the great peril was over. The men behind the rampart had only to lie quiet, to shoot every one who. approached or rose at full length, and to wait till daylight should enable the gunboats to open with grape. In vam the rebel officers, foreseeing this danger, strove with voice and example to raise a yell and a rush. The impetuosity 342 Miss Ravexel's Conversion of the attack had died out, and coukl not be brouir-ht to life. " They don't like the way it works," laughed the Louis- iana lieutenant in high glee. " They ain't on it so much as they was." For an hour the exchange of close musketry continued, the strength of the assailants steadily decreasing, as some fell wounded or dead, and others stole out of the fital en- closure. Daylight showed more than a hundred fallen and nearly two hundred unharmed men ; all lying or crouching among the irregularities of that bloody and bul- let-torn glacis. Several voices cried out, " Stoj) firing. We surrender." An officer m a lieutenant-colonel's uniform repeated these words, waving a white handkerchief Then rising from his refuge he walked up to the rampart, leaped upon it, and stared in amazement at the thm line of defenders, soldiers and negroes intermingled. " By ! I won't surrender to such a handful," he exclaimed. " Come on, boys !" A sergeant immediately shot him through the breast, and his body fell inside of the works. Not a man of those whom he had appealed to followed him ; and only a few rose from their covers, to crouch again as soon as they witnessed his fate. The fire of the gan'ison reopened yith violence, and soon there were new cries of, " We surren- der," with a waving of hats and handkerchiefs. " What shall we do ?" asked the Louisiana lieutenant. " They are three to our one. If we let the d — n scoun- drels in, they will knock us down and take our guns away from us." Colburne rose and called out, " Do you surrender?" "Yes, .yes," from many voices, and a frantic agitation of broadbrims. " Then throw your arms into the river." First one, then another, then several together obeyed this order, until there was a general rush to the bank, and Feo:m Secession to Loyalty. 343 a prodigious splashing of double-barreled guns and bowie- knives in the yellow water. " Xow sit down and keep quiet," was Colburne's next command. They obeyed with the utmost composure. Some filled their pipes and fell to smokmg ; others produced corn-cake from their havresacks and breakfasted ; others busied them- selves ^^th proppmg^ tlie wounded and bringing them water. Quite a number crawled into the deserted shanties and went to sleep, apparently worn out with the night's work and watching. A low murmur of conversation, chiefly concerning the events of the assault, and not spe- cially gloomy in its tenor, gradually mingled mth the oToans'^of the wounded. When the gate of the palisade was closed upon them and refastened, they laughed a little at the idea of bemg shut up in a pen like so many chickens. * " Trapped, by Jimmy !" said one. " You must excuse me if I don't know how to behave myself I never was cotched before. I'm a wild man of the pararies, I am." ^ On all sides the attack had failed, with heavy loss to the assailants. The heroic little garrison, scarcely one hundred and fifty strong, mcludmg oflicers, camp-followers and negroes (all of whom had fought), had captured more than it's own numbers, and killed and wounded twice its own numbers. The fragments of the repulsed brigades had fallen back beyond the range of fire, and even the semicircle of pickets had almost disappeared in the woods. The prisoners and wounded were taken on board the o;imboats, and forwarded to New Orleans by the first transport down the river: As the last of the unfortunates left the shore Colburne remarked. " I wonder if those poor fellojvs will ever get tired of fightmg for an institution which only prolongs their own mferiority." " I am afraid not— I am afraid not," said the Doctor. « Not, at least, until they are whipped into reason. ^ They have been educated under -an awful tyranny of prejudice, 344 Miss Rayexel's Coxveesion conceit, and ignorance. They are more incapable of per- ceiving their own true interests than so many brutes. I have had the honor to be acquamted with dogs who were their superiors in that respect. In Tennessee, on one of my excursions, I stopi)ed over night in the log-cabin of a farmer. It Avas rather chilly, and I wanted to poke the fire. There was no poker. ' Ah,' said the farmer, ' Bose has run off -v^ith the poker again.' He went out for a mo- ment, and came in with the article. I asked him if his dog had a fancy for pokers. ' Xo,' said he ; ' but one of my boys once burnt the critter's nose Avith a hot poker ; and ever since then he hides it every time that he coiSes across it. We know whar to find it. He allays puts it under the house and kivers it up with leaves. It's curous,' said he, * to watch him go at it, snufiing to see if it is hot, and picking it up and sidlmg off as sly as a horse-thief He has an awful bad conscience about it. Perhaps yen noticed that when you asked for the poker, Bose he got up and travelled.' — Xow, you see, the dog knew what had burned him. But these poor besotted creatures don't know that it is slavery which has scorched their stupid noses. They have no idea of getting rid of their hot poker. They are fighting to keep it." When it had become certain that the fighting was quite over. Major Gazaway reappeared in public, complaining much of internal pains, but able to dictate and sigh a pom- pous ofiicial report of his victory, in which he forgot to mention the colic or the name of Captain Colburne. Dur- ing the following night the flare of widespread fires against the sky showed that the enemy were still in the neighbor- hood ; and negroes who stole in from the swamps reported that the country was " cram full o' rebs, way up beyon' Mars Ravenel's plantashum." " You won't be able to reoccupy your house for a long time, I fear," said Colburne. " il^o," sighed the Doctor. " My experiment is over. I must get back to Xew Orleans." FKOii Secessioj^ to Loyalty. 345 " And I must go to Port Hudson, I shall be forgiven, I presume, for not reporting back to the hospital." Such ^vas the defence of Fort Wmthrop, one of the most gallant feats of the \var. Those days are gone by, and there will be no more like them forever, at least, not in our forever. Xot very long ago, not more than two hours before this ink dried upon tlie paper, the author of the pres- ent history was sittmg on the edge of a basaltic cliff which overlooked a wide expanse of fertile earth, flourishing villages, the spires of a city, and, beyond, a shming sea flecked with the full-blown sails' of peace and prosperity. From the face of another basaltic cliff two miles distant, he saw a white globule of smoke dart a little way upward, and a minute afterwards heard a dull, deep jpum ! of ex- plodmg gunpowder. Quarrymen there were blasting out rocks from which to build hives of industry and happy family homes. But the sound reminded him of the roar of artillery ; of the thunder of those signal guns which used to j)resage battle ; of the alarums which only a few months previous were a command to him to mount and ride into the combat. Then he thought, almost with a feeling of sadness, so strange is the human heart, that he had prob- ably heard those clamors, uttered in mortal earnest, for the last time. Xever again, perhaps, even should he live to the age of threescore and ten, would the shriek of grape- shot, and the crash of shell, and the multitudinous whiz of musketry be a part of his life. ^NTevermore would he hearken to that charging yell which once had stirred his blood more fiercely than the sound of trumpets : the South- ern battle-yell, full of howls and yelpmgs as of brute beasts rushing hilariously to the fray : the long-sustained Xorthern yell, all human, but none the less relentless and stern ; nevermore the one nor the other. Xo more charges of cavalry, rushing through the dust of the distance ; no more answering smoke of musketry, veiling unshaken lines and squares ; no more colmnns of smoke, piling high above deafening batteries. Xo more groans of wounded, P2 346 Miss Raven el's Conveesion nor sliouts of victors over i)ositions carried and banners captured, nor reports of triumphs which saved a nation from disappearing off the face of the eartli. After thinking of these tlmigs for an hour together, ahnost sadly, as I have said, he walked back to his home ; and read with in- terest a paper which prattled of to-s\Ti elections, and adver- tised corner-lots for sale ; and decided to make a kid-gloved call in the evening, and to go to church on the morrow. CHAPTER XXV. DOMESTIC HAPPIXESS, IX SPITE OF ADVEKSE CIKCUM- STAXCES. Whex Colburne reached Port Hudson, it had capitu- lated ; the stars and stripes were flying in place of the stars and bars. With a smile of triumph he climbed the steep path which zig-zagged up the almost precipitous breast — earth changing into stone — of the gigantic bluff which formed the river front of the fortress. At the summit was » a plateau of nearly three-quarters of a mile in diameter, verdant with turf and groves, and pleasantly rolling in surface. He had never been here before ; he and twelve thousand others had tried to come here on the 27th of May, but had failed ; and he paused to take a long look at the spot and its surroundings. ISTot a sign of fortification w^as visible, except five or six small semi-lunes of earth at difierent points along the edge of the bluff, behind which were mounted as many monstrous guns, some smooth-bore, some rifled. Solid shot from these giants had sunk the Mississippi, and crippled all of Farragut's fleet but two in his audacious rush up the river. Shells from them had flown clean over the bluff, and sought out the farthest camps of Banks's army, burstmg with a sonorous, hollow thimder which seemed to shake earth and atmosphere. On the land side the longj lines of earthworks wliich had so From Secession to Loyalty. 347 steadily and bloodily repulsed our columns were all below the line of sight, hidden by the undulations of the ground, or by the forest. The turf was torn and pitted by the bombardments ; two-hundred-pound shells, thrown by the long rifles of the fleet, lay here and there, some m fragments, some unexploded ; the church, the store, and half a dozen houses, which constituted the village, Avere more or less shattered. The bullets of the Union sharpshooters had reached as far as here, and had even gone quite over and fallen into the Mississippi. A gaunt, dirty woman told Colburne that on the spot where he stood a soldier of the garrison' had been killed by a chance rifle-ball while drink- ing a glass of beer. Leaving*his cicerone, he joined a j)arty of officers who were lounging in the shade of a tree, and inquired for the residence of Colonel Carter. " Here you are," ansAvered a lieutenant, pointing to the nearest house. " Can I do any thing for you, Captam ? I am his aid. I wouldn't advise you to call on him un- less you have something very particular to say. Every body has been celebratmg the surrender, and the Colonel isn't exactly ui a state for business." Colburne hesitated ; but he had letters from Carter's wife and father-in-law, and of course he must see him, drunk or sober. At that moment he heafd a voice that he recognized ; a voice that had demanded and obtained what he had not dared to ask for — a voice that, as he well knew, she longed for as the sweetest of earth's music. " Hi ! hi !" said the Colonel, making his appearance upon the unpainted, war^oed, paralytic *rerandah of his dwell- ing. Through the low-cut window from which he issued could be seen a sloppy table, with bottles and glasses, and the laughing faces of two bold-browed, slatternly girls, the one seventeen, the other twenty. He had on an old dressing-gown, fastened around Ms waist with a sword- belt, and his trousers hung loose about the heels of a pair of dii'ty slippers. His face was flushed and his eyes blood- shot ; he was winliing, leering, and slightly unsteady. 348 Miss R a v e x e l ' s C o x v e e s i o x Colburne slunk behind a tree, humiliated for his sake, and ready to rave or weep as he thought of the young wife to whom this man's mere name was a comfort. " Hi ! hi !" repeated Carter. " Where are all these fellows?" The aid advanced and saluted. " Do you want any one, Colonel ?" " Xo, no. Don't want any one. What for ? Celebrate it alone. Man enough for it." Presently catching the eve of another officer, he again chuckled, "Hi! hi!" The person thus addressed approached and saluted. " I say," observed the Cfolonel, " I got letters last night addressed General Carter — Brigadier-General John T. Carter. What do you think of that ?" " I hope it means j^romotion," said the officer. " Colonel, do you think we shall go into quarters ?" " No, no ; no go into quarters ; no go into quarters for us. Played out — quarters. In ole, ole times, after fought a big battle, used to stop — look out good quarters, and stop. But now nix curn rouse the stop." Back he reeled through the window, to sit down to his whiskey and water, amidst the laughter and rather scorn- ful blandishmeuts of the Secession lasses. Nevertheless I must see him, decided Colburne. " Ask Colonel Carter," he said to an orderly, "if he can re- ceive Captain Colburne, who brings letters and messages from Mrs. Carter." In a minute the man /etumed, saluted and said, " The Colonel sends his compliments and asks you to walk in, sii'." When Colburne entered Carter's presence he found him somewhat sobered in manner ; and although the bottles and glasses were still on the table, the bold-faced girls had disappeared. " Captain, sit down. Take glass plain whiskey," were FEOii Secession to Loyalty. 349 the Colonel's first words. " Good for your arm— good for every thing. Glad you got off without a— cut-off " He would have used the word amputation, only he knew that his tongue could not manage it. " Thank you, Colonel. Here are two letters, sir, from Mrs. Carter and the Doctor. Just as I was leaving, when it was too lateto write, Mrs. Carter charged me to say to you that her father had decided to go at once to Xew Orleans, so that your letters must be directed to her there." " I understand," answered Carter slowly and ^dth the solemnity of enfi)rced sobriety. "Thank you." He broke open his wife's letter and glanced hurriedly through it. " Captain, I'm 'bliged to you," he said. « You've saved my wife from im-prisn— ment. She's 'bliged to you. You're noble fellah. I charge myself with your pro— mosh'n." It was so painful to see him struggle in that humiliating manner to appear sober, that Colburne cut short the inter- view by pretexting a necessity of reporting immediately to his regiment. "Come to-morrow," said Carter. "All right to-morrow. Business to-morrow. To-day — celebrash'n." The Colonel, although not aware of the fact, was far ad- vanced m the way of the drunkard. He had long smce passed the period when it was necessary to stimulate his appetite for si^irituous liquors by sugar, lemon-peel, bitters and other condiments. He had lived through the era of fancy drinks, and entered the cycle of confirmed plam whiskey. At the ^S'ew Orleans bars he did not call for-the fascinating mixtures for which those establishments are famous; he ran his mind's eye wearily over the milk- punches, claret -punches, sherry-cobblers, apple -toddies, torn - and -jernes, brandy -slmgs, and gm - cocktails ; then said in a slightly hoarse hasso profondo, " Give me sorue plain whiskey." He had swallowed a great deal of strong 350 Miss Ravexel's Conversion drink during the siege, and since the surrender he had not known a sober Arakiiig moment. His appetite was poor, especially at breakfast. His face was constantly flushed, his body had an api>earance of being bloated, and his hands were tremulous. Xevertheless, obedient to a delusion common to men of his habits, he did not consider himself a hard drmker. He acknowledged that he ^t intoxicated at times and thoroughly, but he thought not more fre- quently or thoroughly than the average of good fellows. He was kept in countenance by a great host of comrade inebriates in the old service and in the new, in the navy as well as in the army, in high civilian position and at the front, in short throughout almost every grade and class of American society. He could point to men whose talents and public virtues the nation honors, and say, " They get as drunk as I do, and as often." He could point to such cases on this side of the water and on the other. Does anybody remember the orgies of the liri clari et venera- hili, who gathered at Boston to celebrate the obsequies of John Quincy Adams, and at Charleston to lament over the remains of John C. Calhonfi ? Does anybody remem- ber the dinner speeches on board of Sir Charles Xapier's flagship, just before the Baltic fleet set out for Cronstadt ? Latterly this vice has increased upon us in America, thanks to the reaction agamst the Maine liquor law, thanks to the war. Perhaps it is for the best ; perhaps it is a good thing that hundreds of leading Americans and hundreds of thou- sands of led Americans should be drunkards ; it may be, in some incomprehensible manner, for the interest of hu- manity. To my unenlightened mmd the contrary seems provable ; but I am liable to error, and sober at this mo- ment of writmg : a pint of whiskey might illuminate me to see behind the veil. It is wonderful to me, a member of the ofuzzlins: Ang^lo-Saxon race, that the abstemious Latm nations have not yet got the better of us. Nothing can account for it, unless it is that spiritual, and intellectual, and political tyranny more than counterbalance the advant- Feom Secession to Loyalty-. 351 ages of temperance. Booziiig John Bull and Jonathan have kept an upper hand because then- geographical con- ditions have enabled them to remain free ; and on their impregnable islands and separated quarters of the globe they have besotted themselves for centuries with political impunity. Xext day, as Carter had promised, he was able to at- tend to business. His first act was to issue an order as- signing Captain Colburne to his staff as " Acting Assistant Adjutant-General, to be obeyed and respected accord- ingly." When the young officer reported for duty he found the Colonel sober, but stern and gloomy with the woful struggle against his maniacal appetite, and shaky in body ^"ith the result of the bygone debauch. " Captain," said he, " I wish you would do me the favor to join my mess. I want a temperance man. Xo more whiskey for one while ! — By the way, I owe you so much I never can repay you for saving my wife from those savages. If admiration is any reward, you have it. My wife and her father both overflow ^"ith your praises." Colburne bowed and replied that he had done no more than his duty as an officer and a gentleman. " I am glad it was you who did it," rejDlied the Colonel. " I don't know any other person to whom I would so will- ingly be under such an obligation." It was certainly rather handsome in Carter that he should cheerfully permit his wife to feel admiration and gratitude towards so handsome a young man as Colburne. " That infernal poltroon of a Gazaway !" he broke out presently. " I ought to have cashiered him long ago. I'll have him court-martialed and shot. By the way, he was perfectly well when you saw him, wasn't he ?" " I should think so. He loolied like a champion of the heavy weights. The mere reflection of his biceps was enough to break a looking-glass." " I thought he had run away from the service altogether. He came up to the regiment once during the siege. The 352 Miss Ravexel's Conversion officers kicked him out, and he disappeared. Got in at some hospital, it seems — By (tliis and that) three quarters of the hospitals are a disgrace to the service. They are asylums for shirks and cowards. I wish you wouhl make it your first husmess to inform yourself of all Gazaway's sneakings — misbehavior in presence of the enemy, you un- derstand — violation of the fifty-second article of war — and draw up charges against him. I want charges that A^'ill shoot him." Here I may as well anticipate the history of the Major. When the charges against him were forwarded, he got wind of them, and, malting a personal appeal to high au- thority, pleaded hard for leave to resign on a surgeon's certificate of physical disability. The request was granted for some mysterious reason, probably of political origin ; and this vulgar poltroon left the army, and the department with no oflicial stigma on his character. On reaching Barataria he appealed to his faithful old herd of followers and assailed Colonel Carter and Caj^tain Colburne as a couple of aristocrats who would not let a working man hold a commission. Two days subsequent to Colburne's arrival at Port Hudson the brigade sailed to Fort Winthrop and from thence followed the trail of the retreating Texans as far as Thibodeaux, where Carter established his head-quarters. A week later, Avhen the rebels were all across the Atcha- falaya and quiet once more prevailed in the Lafourche In- terieur, he sent toXew Orleans for his wife, and established her in a pretty cottage, with orange trees and a garden, in the outskirts of the little French American city. The Doctor's plantation house had been burned, his agricultural implements destroyed, and his cattle eaten or driven away by the rebels, who put a devout zeal into the task of lay- ing waste every spot which had been desecrated by the labor of manumitted bondsmen. His grand exi^eriment of reorganizing southern industry being thus knocked on the head, he had applied for and obtained his old position From Secession to Loyalty. 353 in the liospital. Lillie wept at parting from him, but never- theless flew to live with her husband. The months which she passed at Thibodeaux were the happiest that she had ever known. The Colonel did not drink ; was Avith her every moment that he could spare from his duties ; was strongly loving and ncfisily cheer- ful, like a doting dragoon as he was ; abounded with attentions and presents, bouquets from the garden, and dresses from New Orleans ; was uneasy to make her comfortable, and exhibit his affection. The whole brigade knew her, and delighted to look at her, drilling badly in consequence of inattention when she cantered by on horse- back. The sentinels, when not watched by the lieutenant of the guard, gratified themselves and amused her with the courteous pleasantry of presenting arms as she passed. Such officers as were aristocratic enough or otherwise for- tunate enough to obtain a bowing acquaintance, still more to be invited to her receptions and dinner parties, flattered her by their evident admiration and devotion. A second lieutenant who once had a chance to shorten her stirrup leather, alluded to it vain-gloriously for weeks afterward, and received the nickname from his envious comrades of " Acting Assistant Flunkey General, Second Brigade, First Division, Nmeteenth Army Corps." It made no difference with the happy youth ; he had shortened the stirrup of the bemg who was every body's admiration ; and from his pedestal of good fortune he smiled serenely at detraction. Lillie was the queen, the goddess, the only queen and goddess, of»the Lafourche Interieur. Li the whole district there was no other lady, except the wives of two captains, who occupied a^ much lower heaven, and some bitter Secessionists, who kept aloof from the army, and were besides wofully scant in their graces and wardrobe. The adulation which she received did not come from the highest human source, but it was unmixed, un- shared, whole-souled, constant. She thought it was the most delightful thing conceivable to keep house, to be mar- 354 Miss R a vex el's Cox version ried, to be tlie wife of Colonel Carter. If she had been twenty-iive or thirty years old, a veteran of society, I should be inclmed to laiio-h at her for the child-like pleas- ure she took in her conditions and surroundings ; but only twenty, hardly ever at a party, married without a wed- ding, mari-ied less than six months, I sympathise T\'ith her, rejoice with her, in her unaccustomed intoxication of hap-' pmess. It was curious to see how slowly she got accus- tomed to her husband. For some time it seemed to her amazmg and almost incredible that any man should call himself by such a title, and claim the familiarity and the rights which it implied. She frequently blushed at en- countering him, as if he were still a lover. If she met the bold gaze of his wide-open brown eyes, she trembled with- an inward thrill, and wanted to say, " Please don't look at me so !" He could tyrannize over her with his eyes ; he could make her come to him and try to hide from them by nestling her head on his shoulder ; he used to wonder at his power, and gratify liis vanity as well as his affection by using it. An officer of the staff, who believed in the marvels of the so-called psychologists, observed the emotion awak- ened in the wife by the husband's gaze, and mentioned it to Colburne as a proof of the actuality of magnetico-spiri- tualistic influence. The Captain was not convinced, and felt a strong desire to box the oflicer's ears. What -right had the fellow to make the movements and inclinations of that woman's soul an object of curiosity and a topic of conversation? He oflercd no re^ly to the remark, and glared m a way which astonished the other, who had the want of delicacy common to men of one idea. Colburne divmed Mrs. Carter too well to adopt the magnetic theory. Judging her nature out of the depths of his own, he be- lieved that love was the true and all-sufficient explanation of her nervousness under the gaze of her husband. It was a painful belief: firstly, for the very natural reason that he was not himself the cause of the emotion ; secondly, be- From Secession to Loyaltt. 355 cause he feared that the Colonel might be a blight to the delicate aftection which clasped him with its tendrils. His relations with both were the most familiar, the frankest, the kmdest. \yhen Carter could not ride out with his wife, he detailed Colburne for the agreeable duty. When Mrs. Carter made a visit to headquarters, and did not find the Colonel there, she asked for the adjutant-gen- eral. The friend sent the lady bouquets by the hands of the husband. Carter knew to some extent how Colburne adored Lillie, but he had a fine confidence in the purity and humility of the adoration, and he trusted her to him as he would have trusted her to her father. The Captain was not a member of the family : the cottage was too far from his ofiicial duties to allow of that ; but he dined there every Sunday, and called there every other evenmg. Rav- onel's letters to one or the other, were the common prop- erty of both. If Lillie did not hear from her father twice a Aveek, and therefore became anxious about him, because it was the yellow fever season, or because of the broad fiict that man is mortal, she applied to Colburne as well as 'to her husband for comforting suggestions and assurances. In company ^vith some chance fourth, these three had the gayest evenings of whist and euchre. Lillie never looked at her cards without excitmg the laughter of the two men, by declarmg that she hadn't a thing in her hand — posi- tively not a single thing — couldn't take a trick — not one. She talked perpetually, told what honors she held, stole glances at her opponent's hand, screamed with delight when she won, and in short violated all the venerable rules of whist. She forgot the run of the cards, trumped her partner's trick, led diamonds when he had trashed on hearts, led the queen when she held ace and kmg. To her trumps she held on firmly, never showing them till the last moment, and scolding her partner if he called them out. She mvariably claimed the deal at the close of each hand, thereby gettmg it oftener than she had a right to it. But she might do what she pleased, sure that those who played 356 Miss Rayenel's Conversion with her would not complam. Was she not queen and goddess, Semiraniis and Juno ? Who would rebel, even in the slightest particular, against the dommion of a hap- piness which overflowed in such gayety, such confidence in all around, such unchangeable amiability ? She was in superb health of body, and spirit without a pam, or a sickly moment, or a cloud of forebodmg, or a thrill of pettishness. A physical calmness so deliciously placid as to remmd one of that spiritual peace which passeth understandmg, bore her gently through the summer, smilmg on all beholders. Do you remember the serene angel in the first picture of Cole's Voyage of Life, who stands at the helm of the newly launched bark, guiding it down the gentle river ? It is the mother voyaging with her child, whether before its birth or after. Just now she looked much like this angel, only more frolicsomely happy. Her blue eyes sparkled with the lustre of health so perfect that the mere consciousness of a life was a pleasure. Her cheeks, usually showmg more of the lily than of the rose, were so radiant with color that it seemed as if every throb of emotion might force the blood through the delicate skin. Her arms, neck and shoulders were no longer Dianesque, but rounded, columnal, Junonian. It was this novel, this almost superwomanly health which gave her such an efiiorescence of happuiess, amiability and beauty. She had repeatedly hinted to her husband that she had a secret to tell him. When he asked what it was she l)lushed, laughed at him for the question, and declared that he should never know it, that she had no secret at all, that she had been joking. Then she wondered that he should not guess it ; thought it the strangest thing in the A^'orld that he should not know it. At last she made her confes- sion : made it to him alone, ^'ith closed doors and in dark- ness ; she could no more have told it in the light of day than in the presence of a circle. Then for many minutes she nestled close to him with wet cheeks and clinguig arms, listening eagerly to his assurances of love and devo- From Secession to Loyalty. 357 tion, hungering imappeaseably for them, growmg to him, one with him. After this Carter treated his wife with increased tender- ness. Xothmg that she desired was too good for her, or too difficult to get. He sought to check the constant exercise which she delighted in, and especially her lono^ rides on horseback ; and when with a sweet, laughing wil- fulness she defied his authority, he watched her ^^'ith evi- dent anxiety. He wrote about it all to her father, and the consequence -vras a visit from the Doctor. This combina- tion of natural potentates was victorious, and equestrianism was given up for walking and tending flowers. At this time she had so much afiection to spare that she lavished treasures of it, not only on plants, but on birds, cats, dogs, and loonies. Here Colburne drifted into the circle of her sympathies. He was fond of pets, especially of weak ones, for instance liking cats better than dogs, and liking them all the more because most people abused and, as he con- tended, misunderstood them. He had stories to tell of felme creatures who had loved him with a love like that of Jonathan for David, passing the love of woman. There was the abnormally sensitive Tabby who pined away with grief when his mother died, and the uncomformably intelli- gent Tom who persisted in getting into his trunk when he was packing it to go to the wars. " I am confident," he asserted, " that Puss knew I was about to leave, and wanted to be taken along." Lillie did not question it ; all love, even that of animals, seemed natural to her ; she felt (not thought) that love was the tea?her of the soul. By the way, Colburne's passion for pets had deep roots in his character. It sprang from his j^itying fondness for the weak, and was closely related to his sympathies with humanity. It extended to the feebler members of his own race, such as children and old ladies, whom he befriended and petted whenever he could, and who in return granted him their easily-won affection. For flowers, and in gen- 358 Miss Ravexel's Coxveesiox eral for inanimate nature, he cared little ; never could be induced to study botany, nor to understand why other people should study it ; could not see any human interest in it. Geology he liked, because it promised, he thought, some knowledge of the early history of man, or at least of the grand cosmical preparation for his advent. Astronomy was also interesting to him, inasmuch as we may at some future time traverse sidereal spaces. The most interesting star in the heavens, to his mind, was that one in the Pleiades which is supposed to be the central sun of our solar and planetary system. Around this all that lie knew and all whom he loved revolved, even including Mrs. Carter. I presume that this summer was the happiest period in the life of the Colonel. He was in fine health, tlianks to his present temj^erate ways, although they reduced his weight so rapidly that his ^ife thought he was sick, and became alarmed about him. He frequently recommended marriage to Colburne, and they had long conversations on the subject; not, however, before 3Irs. Carter, whose en- trance always caused the Captain to drop the subject. The Telemachus was as fully persuaded of the benefits, hapj^i- ness and duty of wedded life as the Mentor, and was much the best theorizer. " I believe," he said, " that neither man nor woman is a complete nature by himself or herself, and that you must unite the two m one before humanity is 2)erfected, and, to use an Emersonianism, comes full cii'cle. The union is aftection, and the consecration of it is marriage. You re- member Baron Munchausen's horse ; how he was cut in two, and the halves got on very poorly without each other ; and how they were reunited with mutual benefit. Now this is the history of every bachelor and single woman, who having miserably tried for ^ while to go it alone, finally coalesce happily in one flesh." " By Jove, Captain, you talk like a philosopher," said the Colonel. " You ought to write something. You ought From Secessiox to Loyalty. 359 to practice, too, according to your preaching. There is Mrs. Larue, now. No," he added seriously. " Don't take her. She isn't worthy of you. You deserve the best." Colburne was a better conversationalist than Carter, ex- cej^t in the way of small talk with comparative strangers, wherein the hitter's confidence in himself, strengthened by habits of authority, gave him an easy freedom. Indeed, when Carter was actually brilliant in society, you might be sure he had taken five or six plam whiskeys, and that five or six more (what a head he sported !) Avould make him moderately drunk. If my readers will go back to the dmner at Professor Whitewood's, and the evening which followed it, and the next day's pic-nic when he was under the influence of a whiskey fever, they will see the best that he could do as a talker. With regard to subjects which implied ever so little scholarship, the Colonel accorded the Captain a facile admiration which at first astonished the latter. Talking one day of the earth-works of Port Hudson, Colburne observed that the Romans threw up field fortifications at the close of every day's march, one legion standing under arms to protect the workmen, while another marched out and formed line of battle to coA^er the foragers. If the brigade commander had ever known these things, he had evidently forgotten them. He looked at Colburne with undisguised astonishment, and set him down from that moment as a fellow of infinite erudition. This was far from being the only occasion on which the volunteer captain was led to notice the narrow professional basis from which most of the oflicers of the old service talked and thought. Now and then he met a johilosopher like Phelps, or a chemist like Franklm ; but in general he found them as little versed in the ways and ideas of the world as so many old sea-captains ; and even with regard to their own profession they were narrowly practical and technical. Amidst all these pleasant sentiments and conversings, Carter had his perplexities and anxieties. He was spend- 360 Miss Haven el's Conversion mcf more than his income, and neither knew how to in- crease it, nor how to curtail his outlay. Besides his colo- nel's pay he had no resources, unless indeed dunning let- ters could be made into negotiable paper. He was not very sensitive on the subject of these missives ; and in fact he was what most people would consider disgracefully cal- lous to their influence ; but he looked forward with alarm to a time when his credit might fail altogether, and, his wife might suffer for luxuries. CHi^TER XXVI. CAPTAIN COLBUENE DESCEIBES CAMP AND FIELD LIFE. A PEEUSAL of the letters of Colbume has decided me to sketch some of the smaller incidents of his experience in field service. The masculine hardness of the subject will perhaps be an agreeable relief to the reader after the scenes of domestic felicity, not very comprehensible or interesting to bachelors, w^hich are depicted in the preceding chapter. The many minor hardships of a soldier are, I presume, hardly suspected by a civilian. As an instance of what an oflicer may be called on to endure, even under favorable cu'cumstances, when for instance he is not in Libby Prison, nor in the starvation camp at Andersonville, I cite the fol- lowing passage from the Captam's correspondence : " I think that the severest trial I ever had was on a transport. The soldiers were on half rations; and ofiicers, you know, must feed themselves. We had not been paid for four months, and I commenced the voyage, which was to last three days, with seventy-five cents in my pocket. The boat charged a quarter of a dollar a meal. Such were the prospects, and I considered them solemnly. I said to myself, ' Dinner will furnish the greatest amount of nourish- ment, and I will eat only dmner.' The first day I went without breakfast and supper. On th0 morning of the Fkom Secession to Loyalty. 361 second day I awoke fearfully hungry, aud could not resist the folly of breakfast. I had character enough to refuse dmner, but by night I was starvmg again. Possibly you do not know what it is to be ravening after food. I ate supper. That was my last possible meal on board the steamer. I had no chance of borrowing, for every one was about as poor as myself; and to add to my sufferings, the weather was superb and I had a seafarmg appetite. I was truly miserable with the degradmg misery of hun- ger, thinking like a dog of nothmg but food, when a brother officer produced a watermelon which he had saved for this supreme moment of destitution. He was charitable enough to divide it among four fellow paupers ; and on that quarter of a watermelon I lived twenty-six hours, very wretchedly. When we landed I was in command of the regiment, but could hardly give an order loud enough to be heard by the shrunken battalion. Two hours after- wards Henry brought me a small plate of stewed onions, without meat or bread, not enough to feed a Wethersfield baby. I ate them all, too starved to ask Henry whether he had anything for himself or not. Shameful, but natural Ridiculous as it may seem, I think I can point to this day as the only thoroughtly imhappy one in two years of ser- vice. It was not .severe suffermg ; but it was so con- temptible, so animal ; there was no heroic relief to it. I felt like a starved cur, and growled at the Government, and thought I wanted to resign. Hunger, like sickness, has a depressmg effect on the morale, and changes a young- man into his grandmother." It appears that these little starvation episodes were of frequent recurrence. In one letter he speaks of having marched all day on a single biscuit, and in another, writ- ten during his Virginia campaign, of having lived for eighteen hours on green apples. He often alluded with pride to the hardihood of soul which privations and dan- gers had given to the soldiers. " Our men are not heroes in battle alone," he writes. Q 362 Miss Ravenel's Coxveksion "Three months without shelter, drenched by rain or scorched by the sun, tormented by mosquitoes, tainted with fever, shaking with the ague, they appear stoically indifferent to all hardships but their lack of tobacco. Out of the four hundred men whom we brought to this poisonous hole [Brashear City], forty are dead and one hundred and sixty are in hospital. We can hear their screams a mile away as they go into the other world in their chariots of delirium. The remainder, half sick themselves, thin and yellow ghosts in ragged uniforms, crawl out of their di- minutive shanties and go calmly to their duties without murmuring, without a desertion. What a scattering there would be hi a Xew Ens^land villacje, in which one tenth of the inhabitants should die in six weeks of some local disease ! Yet these men are New Englanders, only tem- pered to steel by hardships, by discipline, by a profound sense of duty. How I have seen them march with blistered and bleeding feet ! march all night after having fought all day ! march when every step was a crucifixion ! Oh, these noblemen of nature, our American common soldiers ! In the face of suffering and of death they are my equals ; and while I exact their obedience, I accord them my re- spect." The mud of Louisiana apjjears to have been as trouble- some a footmg, as the famous sacred soil of Virginia. " It is the most abominable, sticky, doughy stuff that ever was used in any country for earth," he says. " It ' balls up' on your feet like damp snow on a horse's hoofs. I have repeatedly seen a man stop and look behind him, under the belief that he had lost off his shoe, when it was merely the dropping of the immense mud-pie which had formed around his foot. It is like travelling over a land of suet saturated with pudding sauce. " Just now the raui is coming down as m the days of IsToah. I am under a tent, for an unusual mercy ; but the drops ai-e driven through the rotten canvass by the wind. The ditch outside my dwelling is not deep enough to carry From Secession to Loyalty. 363 oft^ all the water which runs into it, and a small stream is stealmg under my bedding and formmg a puddle in the centre of my floor. But I don't care for this ; — I know that my rubber-blanket is a good one : the maiu nuisance is that my interior will be muddy. By night I expect to be in a new tent, enlarged and elevated by a siding of planks, so that I shall have a promenade of eight feet in length sheltered from the weather. I only fear that the odor will not be agreeable ; for the planks were plundered from the molasses-vats of a sugar-mill and are saturated with treacle ; not sticky, you understand, but quite too saccharinely fragrant." It appears that the army, even in field service, is not altogether barren of convivialities. In the letter following the one, quoted above he says, " My new dwelling has been warmed. I had scarcely taken possession of it when a brother officer, half seas over, and with an inscrutable smile on his lips, stalks in and insists upon treating the occasion. I cannot prevent it without oflending him, and there is no strong reason why I should prevent it. He sends to the sutler for two bottles of claret, and then for two more, and finishes them, or sees that they are finished. It is soon evident that he is crowded full and can't carry any more for love, or politeness. At dress parade I do not see him out, and learn that he is in his tent, vdth a pros- pect of remaining there for the next twelve hours. Yet he is a brave, faithful officer, this now groggiest of slee^^ers, and generally a very temperate one, so that everybody is wondering, and, I am sorry to say, giggling, over his un- usual obfuscation." In another letter he describes a "jollification by divi- sion" on the anniversary of the little victory of Georgia Landmg. " All the officers, not only of the old brigade but of the entire division, were invited to headquarters. Being a long Avay from our base, the eatables were limited to dried beef, pickles and hard-tack, and the only refreshments 364 Miss Ravenel's Conveesiox to be had in profusion were commissary whiskey and martial music. Such a roaring time as there was by mid- night in and around the hollow square formed by the liead- quarter tents. By dint of vociferations the General was driven to make the first speech of a life-time. He confined himself chiefiy to reminiscences of our battles, and made a very pleasant, rambling kind of talk, most of it, however, inaudible to me, who stood on the outside of the circle. When he closed, Tom Perkins, our brave and bossy band- drummer, roared out, ' General, I couldn't hear much of what you said, but I believe what you said was right'." " This soldierly profession of faith was followed by three- times-three for our commander, everybody joinmg in with- out regard to grade of commission. Then Captain Jones of our regiment shouted, ' Tenth Barataria ! three cheers for our old comrades at Georgia Landmg and everywhere else, the Seventy-Fifth Xew York !' and the cheers were given. Then Captain Brown of the Seventy Fiftli replied, ' There are not many of us Seventy-Fifth left ; but what there are, we can meet the occasion ; three cheers for the Tenth Ba- rataria !' Then one excited officer roared for Colonel Smith, and another howled for Colonel Robinson, and another screamed for Colonel Jackson, in consequence of which those gentlemen responded with sj^eeches. JSTobody seemed to care for what they said, but all hands yelled as if it was a bayonet charge. As the fun got fast and furi- ous public attention settled on a gigantic, dark-complex- ioned officer, stupendously drunk and volcanically up- roarious ; and twenty voices united in shoutmg, ' Yan Zandt ! Yan Zaudt !' — The great Yan Zandt, smilmg like an mtoxicated hy?ena, plunged uncertainly at the crowd, and was assisted to the centre of it. There, as if he were about to make an oration of an hour or so, he dragged off his overcoat, after a struggle worthy of Weller Senior in his pursiest days ; then, held up by two friends, in a man- ner which reminded me obscurely of Aaron, and Hur sus- taining Moses, he stretched out both Iiands, and delivered From Secession to Loyalty. 365 himself as follows. ' G'way fron^ th' front thar ! GVay from the front thar ! An' when say g'way from th' front —thar ' " He probably intended to disperse some musicians and contrabands who were grinning at him ; but before he could explain himself another drunken gentleman reeled against him, vociferating for Colonel Robinson. Van Zandt gave way with a gigantic lurch, like that of an over- balanced iceberg, which carried him clean out of the circle. Somebody brought him his overcoat and held him up while he surged mto it. Then he fell over a tent rope and lay across it for five minutes, struggling to regain his feet and smiling in a manner incomprehensible to the beholder. He made no effort to resume his speech, and evidently thought that he had finished it to public satisfaction ; but he subsequently addressed the General in his tent, request- ing, so far as could be understood, that the Tenth might be mounted as cavalry. Tom Perkins also staggered into the presence of our commander, and made him a pathetic address, weeping plentifully over his own maudlin, and shakmg hands repeatedly, with the remark, ' General, alio w^ rae to take you by the hand.' " It was an All Fools' evenmg. For once distinctions of rank were abolished. This morning we are subordinates again, and the General is our dignified superior ofiicer." One of the few amusements of field service seems to con- sist in listening to the facetiae of the common soldiers* more particularly the irrepressible Hibernians. " These Irishmen," he says, " are certainly a droll race when you get used to their way of looking at things. My twenty-five Pa-ddies have jabbered and joked more since they entered the service than my seventy Americans backed up by my ten Germans. To give you an idea of how they prattle I will try to set down a conversation which I over- heard while we were bivouacking on the field of our first battle. The dead are buried ; the wounded have been car- ried to a temporary hospital ; the pickets are out, watchful, 3G6 Miss Ravexel's Coxversiox we may be sure, "because half- frozen in the keen October' wmd ; the men who remam with the colors are sitting up around camp fires, their knapsacks, blankets and overcoats three miles to the rear. This seems hard measure for fellows who have made a twenty-mile march, and gained a A'ictory since morning. But my Irishmen are as" jolly as ever, blathering and chafiing each other after their usual fashion. The butt of the company is Sweeney, a withered little animal who walks as if he had not yet thoroughly learned to go on his hind legs, a most curious mixture of simplicity and humor, an actual Handy Andy. ' Sweeney,' says one, ' you ought to do the biggest part of the fightin'. You ate more'n your share of the rashins.' ' I don't ate no more rashins than I get,' retorts Sweeney, indignant at this stale calumnv. ' I^d like to see the man as did.' ' Oh, you didn't blather so much whin thim shells was a-flying about your head.' Here Sweeney falls back upon his old and sometimes successful dodge of trying to turn the current of ridicule npon some one else : ' Wasn't Mickey Emmett perlite a-comin' across the lot ?' he demands. ' I see him bowin' like a monkey on horse- back. He was makin' faces as 'ud charrm the head off a whalebarry. Mickey, you dodged beautiful.' Mickey. Thim shells 'ud make a wooden man dodge. Sweeney's the bye for dodgin'. He was a runnin' about like a dry pea in a hot shovel. Siveeney. That's what me legB was made for. Sullivan. Are ye dead, Sweeney? (An old joke which I do not understand.) Sicecney. An I wud be if I was yer father, for thinkin' of the drrunken son I had. Sullivan. Did ye see that dead rebel with his oye out ? Sweeney. The leftenant ate up all his corn cake while he wasn't noticiu'. SullivfLn. It was lookin' at Sweeney put his oye out. From: Secessiox to Loyalty. 367 Sweeney. It's lucky for him lie didn't see the pair av us. Jonathan. Stop your yawping, you Paddies, and let a fellow sleep if he can. You're worse than an acre of tom- cats. Sullivan. To the divil wid ye! It's a pity this isn't all an Oirish company, for the credit of the Captin. Touhey. Byes, it's mighty cowld slapin' with niver a blanket, nor a wife to one's back. Siveeney. I wish a man 'ud ask me to lisht for three years more. Wouldn't I knock his head oif ? Sullivan. Ye couldn't raich the head av a man, Sweeney. Ye hav'n't got the hoight for it. Sweeney. I'd throw him down. Thin I'd be tall enough. " And so they go on till one or two m the morning, when I fall asleep, leaving them still talkmg." Even the characteristics of a brute aiford matter of com- ment amid the Sahara-like flatness of ordinary camp life. " I have nothmg more of importance to communicate," he says in one letter, " except that I have been adopted by a tailless dog, who, probably for the lack of other fol- lowing, j^ersists in laying claim to my fealty. If I leave my tent door open when I go out, I find him under my bunk when I come in. As he has nothing to wag, he is put to it to express his approval of my ways and character. When I speak to him he lies down on his back with a meekness of expression which I am sure has not been rivalled since Aloses. He is the most abnormally bobbed dog that ever excited my amazement. I think I do not exaggerate when I declare that his tail appears to have been amputated in the small of his back. How he can draw his breath is a wonder. In fact, he seems to have lost his voice by the operation, as though the docking had injured his bronchial tubes, for he never barks, nor growls, nor whines. I often lose myself in speculation over his ab- sent appendage, questionmg whether it was shot away in battle, or left behind in a rapid march, or bitten off, or pulled out. Perhaps it is on detached service as a waggin- D68 Miss Raven el's Conversion master, or has got a jiromotion and become a brevet lion's tail. Perhaps it has gone to the dog heaven, and is wag- ging somewhere in glory. Venturing again on a pun I observed that it is very proper that an army dog should be detailed. I wish I could find his master ; — I have just one observation to make to that gentleman ; — I would say to him, ' There is your dog. — I don't want the beast, and I don't see why he wants me ; but I can't get rid of him, any more than I can of Henr)^, who is equally useless.' I sometimes try to estimate the infinitessimal loss which the world would experience if the two should disappear to- gether, but always give up the problem in despair, not having any knowledge of fractions small enough to figure it." " In a general way," says Colburne, " we are sadly ofi* for amusements. Fowling is not allowed because the noise of the guns alarms the pickets. Even alligators I have only shot at once, when I garrisoned a little post four miles from camp, and, being left without rations, was obliged to subsist my company for a day on boiled Saurian. The meat was eatable, but not recommendable to persons of delicate appetite, being of an ancient and musky flavor, as though it had been jjut up in its horny case a thousand years ago. By the way, a minie ball knocks a hole in these fellows' celebrated jackets without the slightest difliculty. As for riding after hounds or on steej^le chases, or boxing, or making up running or rowing matches, after the gym- nastic fashion of English ofiicers, we never think of it. Now and then there is a horse-race, but for the most i^art we play euchre. Drill is no longer an amusement as at first, but an inexpressibly wearisome monotony. Conver- sation is profitless and dull, except when it is professional or larkish. With the citizens we have no dealings at all, and I have not spoken to a lady since I left Xew Orleans. Books are few because we cannot carry them about, being limited in our baggage to a carpet-sack ; and moreover I have lost my taste for reading, and even for all kinds of FROii Secession to Loyalty. 369 thinking except on military matters. My brother officers, you know, are brave, sensible and useful men, but would not answer to fill the professorial chairs of Winslow Uni- versity. They represent the plain people whose cause is being fought out in this war against an aristocracy. When I first went mto camp with the regiment they humorously recognized my very slight fashionable elevation by styling my company, which then numbered eighteen men, ' The Upper Ten Thousand.' Xow all such distmctions are rubbed out ; it is, who can fight best, march best, com mand best ; each one stands on the base of his individual manhood. In the army a man cannot remain long on a social pedestal which will enable him to overlook the top of his own head. He can obtain no respect which is not accorded to rank or merit ; and very little merit is ac- knowledged except what is of a professional character." With true esprit du corps he frequently expatiates on the excellencies of his regiment. " The discipline in the Tenth is good," he declares, '* and consequently there are no mutinies, no desertions and not much growling. Ask the soldiers if they are satisfied with the service, and they might answer, 'No;' but you cannot always judge of a man by what he says, even in his im23ulsive moments ; you must also consider what he does. Look at an old man-of-war's man : he growls on the fore- castle, but is as meek as Moses on the quarter-deck; and, notwithstandmg all his mutterings, he is always at his post and does his duty with a will. Just so our soldiers frequently say that they only want to get out of the ser- vice, but never run away and rarely manoeuvre for a dis- charge." This, it will be observed, was before the days of substi- tutes and bounty-jumpers, and while the regiments were still composed of the noble fellows who enlisted during the first and second years of the war. From all that I can learn of Captain Colburne I judge that he was a model officer, at least so far as a volunteer Q2 370 Miss Ravenel's Conversion knew how to be one. While his men feared him on ac- count of his reserve and his severe discipline, thev loved him for the gallantry and cheerful fortitude with which he shared their dangers and hardships. The same res^^ect which he exacted of them he accorded, at least outwardly, to all superior officers, even including the contemptible Gazaway. He did this from principle, for the good of the service, believing that authority ought not to be questioned lightly in an army. By the way, the Major did not like him : he would have preferred to have the Captain jolly and familiar and vulgar ; then he would have felt at ease in his presence. This gentlemanly bearing, this dignified respect, kept him, the superior, at a distance. The truth is that, although Gazaway was, in the emphatic language of Lieutenant Van Zandt, " an inferior cuss," he never- theless had intelligence enough to suspect the profound contempt which lay behind Colburne's salute. Only in the Captain's letters to his intimate friend, Ravenel, does he speak unbecomingly of the Major. " He is," says one of these epistles, " a low-bred, con- ceited, unreasonable, domineering ass, who by instinct de- tests a gentleman and a man of education. He will issue an order contrary to the Regulations, and fly into a rage if a captain represents its illegality. I have got his ill- will in this way, I presume, as well j^erhaps as by knowing how to spell correctly. His orders, circulars, etc., are per- fect curiosities of literature until they are corrected by his clerk, who is a ])rivate soldier. Sometimes I am almost tired of obeying and respecting my inferiors ; and I cer- tamly shall not continue to serve a day after the war is over." However, these matters are now by-gones, Gazaway be- ing out of the regiment. I mention them chiefly to show the manliness of character which this intelligent and edu- cated young officer exhibited in remaining in the service notwithstanding moral annoyances more painful to bear than marches and battles. He is still enthusiastic; has Feom Secession to Loyalty. 37i not by any means had fighting enough ; wants to go to Virginia in order to be in the thickest of it. He is disap- pointed at not receiving promotion ; but bears it bravely and uncomplainmgly, for the sake of the nation ; bears it as he does sickness, starvation, blistered feet and wounds. CHAPTER XXVH. COLOXEL CARTER ISIAKES AX ASTROXOMICAL EXPEDITION WITH A DANGEROUS FELLOW TRAVELLER, ^ A PROSPECT of flat peace and boundless prosperity, is tiresome to the human eye. Although it is morally agree- able to think about the domestic happiness and innocence of the Carters, as sketched in a late chapter, there is dan- ger that the subject might easily prove tiresome to the reader, and moreover it is difficult to write upon it. I announce therefore with intellectual satisfaction thatf our Colonel is summoned to tlie trial of bidding good-bye to his wife, and undertaking a journey to Washington. It was his own work and for his own interests. He felt the necessity of adding to his income, and desired the honor and claimed the justice of promotion. High Au- thority in the department admitted that the star of a briga- dier was not too high a reward for this brave man, thoroughly instructed officer, model colonel. Hig j Author- ity was tired of gerrymandering seniorities so as to give a superb brigade of three thousand men to the West Point veteran, Carter, and a skeleton division of nine hundred men to the ex-major-general of militia, ex-mayor of Pom- poosuc, Brigadier-General John Snooks. Accordingly when the Colonel applied for a month's leave of absence, with the understood purpose of suekig for an acknowledg- ment of his services, High Authority made him bearer (Tf dispatches to Washington, so that, being on. duty, he might pay his travelling expenses out of the Government ' 372 Miss Raven el's Conversion pocket. The same mail which brought him his order in- formed him that a steamer would sail for the north on the next day but one.. Acting with the rapidity which always marked his movements when he had once decided on his course, he took the next morning's train for Xew Orleans, first pressing his wife for many times *to his breast and kissing away such of her tears as he could stay to wit- ness. To good angels, and other people capable of ap- preciating such things, it would have been a pretty though pathetic spectacle to see this slender," blonde-haired girl clinging to the strong, bronzed, richly colored man with the burning black eyes. " Oh, what shall I do • Avithout you ?" she moaned. " What shall I do with myself?" " My dear little child," he said, " you will do just what you like. If you choose to stay here and keep house, Captain Colburne will see that you are cared for. Perhaps it may be best, however, to join your father. Here are twc^hundred dollars, all the money that I have except what is necessary to take me to Xew Orleans. I sliall get a month's pay there. Don't settle any bills. Tell people that I w411 attend to them when I come back. — There. Don't kee]) me, my dear one. Don't make me lose the train." So he went, driving to the railroad in an ambulance, while Lillie looked after him with tearful eyes, and waved her handkerchief and kissed her hand till he was out of sight. At first she decided that she would remain at Thibodeaux and think of her husband in every room of the house, and every walk of the garden ; but after two days she found herself so miserably lonesome that she shut up the cottage, went to Xew Orleans and threw herself upon her father for consolation. Havmg told so much in anticipa- tion we will go back to the Colonel. The two hundred dollars wliich he left with his wife had been borrowed from the willing Colburne. Carter had no pay due him as he had hinted, but he hoped to obtam a month's ad- Fkom Secession to Loyalty. 373 vance from a paymaster, or, failing in that, to borrow from some one, say tlie commanding general. In fact, one hun- dred and fifty dollars, abstracted from Government funds. I fear, were furnished him by a neglected quartermaster, who likewise wanted promotion and was willing to run this risk for the sake of securing the benign influences of Carter's future star. With this friend in need the Colonel took the first o-lass of plain whiskey which he had swallowed in three months. To this followed other glasses, profiered by other friends, whose importunity he could not noAY re- sist, although yesterday he had repulsed them with ease. Every .brother colonel, every aj^preciating brigadier, seemed possessed of Satan to l6ad him to a bar or to his. own quarters and there to toast his health, or his luck, or his star. It was " Here's how !" and " Here's towards you !" from ten o'clock in the mornmgr when he oot his money, until four in the afternoon when he sprang on board the Creole just as she loosed her moorings from the shaky posts of the tattered wooden wharf Being in that state of exhilaration which enabled Tam O'Shanter to gaze on the witches of Alloway kirk-yard without flinchmg, the Colonel was neither astonished nor alarmed at encounter- ing on the quarter-deck the calm, beautiful, dangerous eyes of Madame Larue. The day before he would have been al- most willing to lose the steamer rather than travel with her. Xow, in the fearlessness of plain whiskey, he shook both her hands with impetuous warmth and said, " 'Pon honoi», Mrs. Larue, perfectly delighted to see you." "And so am I delighted," she answered Avith a flash of unfeigned pleasure in her eyes, which might have alarmed the Carter of yesterday but which gratified the Carter of to-day. " Now I shall have a cavalier," she continued, allowing him to pull her down on a seat by his side. " Kow I shall have a protector and adviser. I have had such need of one. Did you know that I was going on this boat ? I am so flattered if you meant to accompany me ! I am going 374 Miss Ravexel's Conversion north to invest ray little property. I still fear that it is not safe here. Xo one knows what may happen here. As soon as I could sell for a convenable sum, I resolved to go north. I shall expect you to be my counsellor how to invest." Carter laughed boisterously. " My dear, I never invested a picayune in my life," he said. She noticed the term of endearment and the fact of semi-intoxication, but she was not vexed nor alarmed by either. She was tolerably well accustomed to drunken gentlemen, and she was not easily hurt by love-making, no matter how vigorous. " You have always invested in the Bank of Love," she remarked wdth one of those amatory glances wliich black eyes, it seems to me, can make more effective than blue ones. " And in monte and faro, and bluff and euchre," he added, laughing loudly again. " In wine bills, and hotel bills, and tailors' bills, and all sorts of negatives." The debts which weighed somewhat heavily yesterday were mere comicalities and piquancies of life to-day. " Oh ! you are a terrible personage. I fear you are not the protector I ought to choose." He made no reply, feeling vaguely that the conversa- tion was growing- dangerous, and sending back a thought to his wife like a cry for help. Mrs. Larue divined his alarm and changed the subject. " What makes you voyage north ?" she asked with a knowing smile. " Are you in search of a new planet ?" Through his plain whisliey the Colonel could not see her joke on the star which he was seeking, but he was still clever enough to shun the confession that he was on an ex- pedition in search of promotion. " I am bearer of dispatches," he said. " Xothmg to do now in Louisiana. I shall be back before any more fight- ing comes off"." From Secession to Loyalty. 375 " Shall you ? I am enchanted of it. I shall return soon, and hope to make the voyage with you. I am not going to forsake Xew Orleans. I love the city well enough — and more, I cannot sell my house. Remember, you must let me know when you return, and arrange yourself to come on my steamer." Xext morning, in possession of his sober senses, Carter endeavored to detach himself a little from Mrs. Larue, impelled to this seeming lack of chivalry by remembrance of his wife, and mistrust of his own power of self-govern- ment. But this prudent course soon appeared to be im- possible for a variety of reasons. In the first place it hap- pened, whether by chance or through her forethought lie did not know, that their state-rooms opened on the same narrow passage. Li the second place, he was the only acquamtance that Mrs. Larue had on board, and there was not another lady to take her up, • the Creole being a Government transport, and civilian travel being in those times rare between New York and New Orleans. More- over, the other passengers were in his estimation low, or at least plain people, sucR as sutlers, speculators, and rough volunteer officers — so that, if he left her, she was alone, and could not even venture on deck for a breath of fresh air. At any rate, that was the Avay that she chose to put it, although there was not the least danger that she would be insulted, and although, had Carter been absent, she would not have failed to strike up a flirta- tion with some other representative of my noble sex. Finally, he was obliged to consider that she was a rela- tive of his Avife. Thus before the second day was over, he found himself under bonds of courtesy to be the con- stant attendant of Mrs. Larue. They sat together next the head of the table, the lady being protected from the ignoble crowd of volunteers by the Colonel on one side, and the captain of the Creole on the other. Opposite them were a major and a chaplain, highly respectable persons so far as one could judge from their conversation, but who 376 Miss Ravexel's Con version never got a word, rarely a look, from Mrs. Larue or Car- ter. The captain talked, first witb. one party, then with the other, hut never with both at once. He Avas a polite and considerate man, accustomed to his delicate official position as a host, and he saw that he w^ould not he thanked for making the conversation general. Except to him, to Carter, and to the servants, Mrs. Larue did not speak one word during the first seven days of the passage. All the volunteer officers admired her nun-like demeanor. Kept afar off, and with no other woman in sight, they began to worship her, much as the brigade at Thibodeaux adored that solitary planet of loveliness, Mrs. Carter. The fact that she was a widow, which crept out in some inexplicable manner, only heightened the enthusiasm. " By Heavens !" declared one flustered Captain, " if I only had Colonel before my name, and a hundred thou- sand dollars after it, I would rush to her and say, ' Mad- ame, are you inconsolable? Could I persuade you to forget the dear departed ?' " While these gentlemen worshipped her. Carter hoped she would get sea- sick. This 'great, brawny, boisterous, domineering, heroic fighter had just enough moral vitality to know when he was in danger of falling, and to wish for safety. Those Avere perilous hours at evening, when the ship sw6pt steadily through a lulling whisper of waters, when a trail of foamy phosphorescense, like a transitory Milky Way, followed in pursuit, when a broad bar of rip- plmg light ran straight out to the setting moon, when the decks were deserted except by slumberers, and Mrs. Larue persisted in dallying. The temptation of darkness, the temptation of solitude, the fever which begins to turn sleepless brains at midnight, made this her possible hour of coquettish conquest. She varied from delicately phrased sentimentalities to hoydenish physical impertinences. He was not permitted for five minutes together to forget that she was a bodily, as well as a spiritual presence. He was not checked in any transitory license of speech or gesture. From Secession to Lotaltt. STY Meantime she quoted fine rhapsodies from Balzae, and re- peated telling situations from Dumas le Jeune, and com- mented on both in the interest of the sainte passion de r amour. Once, after a few moments of silence and revery, she said with an air of earnest feeling, " Is it not a horrible fate for a woman — solitude ? Doyou not pity me ? Thirty yeai's old, a widow, and childless ! No one to love ; no right to love any one." She changed into French now, as she frequently did when she was animated and wished to express herself freely. Such talk as this sounds unnatural in the language of the Anglo-Saxon, but is not so unbecoming to the tongue of the Gauls. " A woman to whom the aifections are forbidden, is de- prived of the use of more than half her bemg. Whatever her ^possibilities, she is denied all expansion beyond a cer- tain limit. She may not explore, much less use, her own heart. It contains chambers of joy which she can only guess of, and into which she must not enter. There is a nursery of affections there, but she can only stand ^^th her ear to the door, tryuig to hear the sweet prattle ^'ithin. There is an innermost chapel, mth an altar all set for the communion of love, but no priest to invite her to the holy banquet. She is capable of a mother's everlasting devo- tion, but she scarcely dares suspect it. She is fitted to enter upon the tender mysteries of wifehood, and yet she is constantly fearing that she shall never meet a man whom she can love. That is the old maid, horrible name ! The widow is less ashamed, but she is more unhappy. She has been taught her possibilities, and then suddenly forbidden the use of them." Had the Colonel been acquainted with Michelet and his fellow rhapsodists on women, he might have suspected Madame of a certain amount of plagiarism. But he only thought her amazingly clever, at the same time that he was unable to answer her in her own style. 378 Miss Raven el's Cox vers ion " Why don't you marry ?" he asked, striking with Anglo- Saxon practicality at the root of the matter. " Satirical question I" responded Madame, putting her face close to his, doubtless in order to make her smile visi- ible by moonlight. " It is not so easy to marry in these frightful times. Besides, — shall I avow it? — what if I cannot marry the man of my choice ?" " That's bad." " What if he uould marry some one else ? — Is it not a humilating confession ? — Do you know what is left to a woman then ? Either hidden love, or spiritual self-mur- der. Which is the greater of the two crimes ? Is the for- mer a crime ? Society says so. But are there not excep- tions to all rules, even moral ones ? Love always has this great defence — that nature prompts it, commands it. As for self-repression, asphyxia of the heart, Xature never prompts that." The logical conclusion of all this sentimental soj^histry was clear enough to Carter's intellect, although it did not deceive his Anglo-Saxon conscience. He understood, briefly and in a matter of fact way that Madame was quite willing to be his wife's rival. He was not yet pi'epared to accept the oiler ; he only feared and anticipated that he should be brought to accept it. Mrs. Larue was a curious study. Her vices and virtues (for she had both) were all instinctive, mthout a taint of education or eflbrt. She did just what she liked to do, unchecked by conscience or by anythmg but prudence. She was as coiTupt as possible without self-reproach, and as amiable as possible without self-restraint. Her serenity was at all times as unrippled as was that of Lillie in her happiest conditions. Her temper was so sunny, her smile so ready, and her manner so flattering, that few persons of the male sex could resist liking her. But she was the de- testation of most of her lady acquaintance — who were venomously jealous of her attractions — or rather seduc- tions — and abhorred her for the imscrupulous manner in Feom Secession to Loyalty. 379 which she put them to use, abushig her in a way which was enough to make a man rally to her rescue. She really cared little for that divin sens du genesiaque concerning which she prattled so freely to her intimates ; and there- fore she was cool and sure in her coquetries, at the same time that vanity gave her motive force which some naughty flirts derive from passion. She took a pride in making- conquests of men, at no matter what personal sacrifice. Carter saw where he was drifting to, and groaned over it in s^^irit, and made resolutions which he broke in half an hour, and rowed desperately against the tide, and then drifted agam. "A woman in the same house has so many devilish chances at a fellow," he repeated to himself with a bitter laugh ; and indeed he coarsely said as much to Mrs. Larue, with a desperate hope of angering and alienatmg her. She put on a meekly aggrieved air, drew away from him, and answered, " That is unmanly in you. I did not thmk you could be so dishonorable." He was deeply humiliated, begged her jDardon, swore that he was merely jesting, and troubled himself much to obtain forgiveness. During the whole of that day she was distant, dignified and silently reproachful. Yet all the while she was not a bit angry with him ; she was as mail cious as Mephistopheles, but she was also as even-tem- pered ; moreover she was flattered and elated by the evi- dent desperation which drove him to the impertinence. In his eflbrts to obtain a reconciliation Carter succeeded so thoroughly that the scene took place late at night, his arm around her waist and his lips touching her cheek. You must remember — charitably or indignantly, as you please — that she was his wife's relative. From this time forward he pretty much stopped his futile rowing against the tide. He let Mrs. Larue take the helm and guide him down the current of his own emotions, singing meawhile her syren lyrics about la sainte passion, etc. etc. There were hours, indeed, when he grated over reefs of remorse. 380 Miss 11 a v e n e l ' s Conversion At the thought of liis innocent, loving, trusting Avife he shut his eyes as if to keep out the gaze of a reproachful spectre, clenched his hands as if trying to grasp some rope of escape, and cursed himself for a fool and a villain. But it was a penitence without fruit, a self-reproach without self-control. Mrs. Larue treated him now 'svdth a familiar and coufid- ino- fondness which he sometimes liked and sometimes not, according as the present or the past had the strongest hokl on liis feelings. " I am afraid that you do not always realize that we are one for life," she said in one of her earnest, French speak- ing moods. "You are my sworn friend forever. You must never hate me ; you cannot. You must never change towards me ; it would be a perjury of the heart. But I do not doubt you, my dear friend. I have all confidence in you. Oh, T am so happy in feeling that we are united in such an indissoluble concord of sympathy." Carter could only reply by taking her hand and press- ing it in silence. He was absolutely ashamed of himself that he was able to feel so little and to say nothing. " I never shall desire a husband," she proceeded. " I can now use all my heart. What does a woman need more ? How strangely Heaven has made us ! A woman is only happy when she is the slave, body and soul, of some man. She is happy, just in proportion to her obedience and self- sacrifice. Then only she is aware of her full nature. She is relieved from prison and permitted the joy of expansion. It is a seeming paradox, but it is solemnly true." Carter made no answer, not even by a look. He was thinking that his wife never philosophised concerning her love, never analyzed her sentiments, and a shock of self- reproach, as startling as the throb of a heart-complaint, struck him as he called to mind her purity, trust and affec- tion. It is curious, by the way, that he sufiered no re- morse on account of Mrs. Larue. In his opinion she fared no worse than she deserved, and in fact fared precisely as From Secessiox to Loyalty, 381 she desired, only he had not the nerve to tell her so. When, late one night, on the darkened and deserted quarter-deck, she cried on his shoulder and whispered, " I am afraid you don't love me — I have a right to claim your love," he felt no affection, no gratitude, not even any profound pity. It ann'oyed him that she should weep, and thus as it were reproach him, and thus trouble still further his wretched ha^^piness. He was not hypocrite enough to say, " I do love you ;" he could only kiss her repeatedly, penitently and in silence. He still had a remnant of a con- science, and a mangled, sore sense of honor. IsTor should it be understood that Mrs. Larue's tears were entirely hy- pocritical, although they arose from emotions which were so trivial as to be somewhat difficult to handle, and so mixed that I scarcely know how to assort them. In the first place she was not very well that evening, and was oppressed by the despondency which all human beings, es- pecially women, suffer from when vitality throbs less vig- orously than usual. Moreover a little emotion of this sort was desirable, firstly to complete the conquest of Carter by reminding him how much she had sacrificed for him, and secondly to rehabilitate herself in her own esteem by prov- ing that she possessed a species of conscience. N'o wo- man likes to believe herself hopelessly corrupt : when she reaches that point she is subject to moral spasms which make existance seem a horror ; and we perhaps find her floating in the river, or as^^hyxiated with charcoal. There- fore let no one be surprised at the temporary tenderness, similar to compunction, which overcame Mrs. Larue. Xow that these two had that conscience which makes cowards of us all, they dropped a portion of the reserve ^^ith which they had hitherto kept their fellow-passen- gers at a distance. The captam was encouraged to in- troduce his two neighbors, the major and chaplain ; and Mrs. Larue cast a few tellmg glances at the former and discussed theological subjects mth the latter. To one who knew her, and was not shocked by her masquerades, 382 Miss Raven el's Coxversion nothing could be more diverting tlian the nun-like airs which she put on j^our achalander le prttre. Carter and she laughed heartily over them in their evening asides. She would have made a capital actress in the natural com- edy school known on the boards of the Gymnase and at Wallack's, for it was an easy amusement to her to play a variety of social characters. She had no strong emotions nor profound principles of action, it is true, but she was sympathetic enough to divine them, and clever enough to imitate their expression. Her manner to the chaplam was so religiously respectful as to pull all the strmgs of his unconscious vanity, personal and professional, so that he fell an easy prey to her humbugging, declared that he con- sidered her state of mmd deeply interesting, prayed for her in secret, and hoped to convert her from the errors of papacy. Indeed her profession of faith was promismg if not finally satisfiictory. " I believe in the holy catholic church," she said. " But I am not dogmatique. I think that others also may have the truth. Our faith, yours and mine, is at bottom one, indivisible, imcontradictory. It is only our human weak- ness which leads us to dispute with each other. We dis- jmte, not as to the faith, but as to who holds it. This is uncharitable. It is like quarrelsome children." The chaplain was charmed to agree with her. He thought her the most hopefully religious catholic that he had ever met ; he also thought her the wittiest, the most graceful, and on the whole the handsomest. Her eyes alone were enough to deceive him : they were inexhaustible green- rooms of sparkling masks and disguises; and he was especially taken with the Madonnesque gaze which issued from their recesses. He was bamboozled also by the prim, broad, white collar, like a surplice, which she put on ex- pressly to attract him ; by the demure air of childlike i^iety which clothed her like a mantle ; by her deferen'ce to his opinion ; by her teachable spirit. Perhaps he may also have been pleased mth her plump shoulders and round From Secession to Loyalty. 383 arms, and he certainly did glance at them occasionally as their outlines showed through the transparent muslin ; but he said nothing of them in his talks concerning Mrs. Larue Avitli his room-mate the Major. " Tai a2)2^rivaise le pretre,^^ she observed laughingly to Carter. " I have assured myself a firm friend in his rever- ence. He will defend me the character always. He has asked me to visit his family, and promised to call to see me at Xew York. Madame La Pretresse is to call also. He is quite capable of praying me to stand godmother to his next child. If he were not married, I should have an ofi'er. I believe I could bring him to elope with me in a fortnight." " Why don't you ?" asked Carter. " It would make a scandal that would amuse you," he added somewhat bit- terly, for he was at times disgusted by her heartlessness. " Ko, my dear," she replied gently, pressing his arm. "I am quite satisfied with my one conquest. It is all I desire in the world." They were leaning against the tafii-ail, listening to the gurgling of the waters in the luminous wake and watching the black lines of the masts waving against the starlit sky. " You are silent," she observed. " Why are you so sad?" " I am thinking of my wife," he replied, almost sullenly. " Poor Lillie ! I wish she were here," said Mrs. Larue. " My God ! what a woman you are !" exclaimed the Colonel. " Don't you know that I should be ashamed to look her in the face ?" " Mv dear, why do you distress yourself so ? You can love her still. I am not exacting. I only want a comer in your heart. If I might, I would demand the whole ; but I know I could not have it. You ought not to be un- happy ; that is my part in the drama. I have sacrificed much. What have you sacrificed? A man risks nothing, loses nothing, in these afiairs du coeur. He has a bonne for- tune, voild toutr Carter was heavy laden in secret with his bonne fortune. 384 Miss Ravenel's Conversion He was glad when the voyage ended, and he could leave Mrs. Larue at Xcw York, with a pleasing chance that he might never meet her again, and a hope that he had heard the last of her sainte j^o^ssion cle Vamour. Of course he was obliged, before he quitted her, to see that she was established in a good boarding house, and to introduce her to one or two respectable fomilies among liis old ac- . quaint ance in the city. Of course also he said nothing to these families about her proi:>ensities towards the divin sens and the sainte passion. She quickly made herself a character as a southern loyalist, and as such became quite a pet in society. Before she had been a week in the city she was an inmate of the household of the Rev. Dr. White- head, a noted theologian and leading abolitionist, who Avorked untiringly at the seemingly easy task of convert- ing her from the errors of slavery and papacy. It some- what scandalized his graver parishioners, especially those of Copperhead tendencies, that he should patronize so gay a lady. But the Reverend Doctor did not see her pranks, and did not believe the tale when others related them. How could he when she looked the picture of a saint, dressed entirely in black and white, wore her hair plam a la Madojine, and talked theology with those earnest eyes, and that childlike smile ? To the last he honestly regarded her as very nigh unto the kmgdom of heaven. It was to shield her from envious slanders, to cover her with the gegis of his great and venerable name, that the warm- hearted, unsuspicious old gentleman dedicated to her his little work on moral reform, entitled " St. Mary Magdalen." How ecstatically Mrs. Larue laughed over this book when she got to her own room with it, after the presentation ! She had not had such a paroxysm of merriment before, since she was a child ; for durmg all her adult life she had been too blasee to laugh often A\ith profound heartiness and honesty : her gayety had been superficial, like most of her other expressions of feeling. I can imagine that she looked very attractive m her spasm of jollity, with her black eyes Froji Secession to Loyalty. 385 sparklmg, her brunette cheeks flushed, her jetty streams of hau- waving and her darkly roseate arms and shoulders bare m the process of undressing. Before she went to bed she put the book in an envelope addressed to Carter, and wrote a playful letter to accompany it, signed "Tour best and most loving friend, St. Marie Madeleine." CHAPTER XXYin. THE COLONEL CONTINUES TO BE LED INTO TEMPTATION. On the cars between New York and Washington Carter encountered the Governor of Barataria. After the custom- ary compliments had been exchanged, after the Governor had acknowledged the services of the famous Tenth and the Colonel had eulogized the good old State, the latter spoke of the vacant lieutenant-colonelcy in the reo-iment and asked that it might be given to Colburne. ° ' "But I have promised that to Mr. Gazaway," said the Governor, looking slightly troubled. "To Gazaway !" roared Carter in wathful astonishment. What! to the same Gazaway? Why— Governor— are you aware— are you perfectly aware why he left the red- ment ?" ° The Governor's countenance became still more troubled but did not lose its habitual expression of mild obstinacy' n 1 Z^l'^ ^''^'^'" ^^ ^^^'^ ^^^tly. " It is a very mis- erable affair." "^ "Miserable! It is to the last degree scandalous. I never heard of anything so utterly contemptible as this leilows behavior. Yon certamly cannot know If you did, you wouldn't think of letting this infernal pol- troon back mto the regiment. He ought to have been court- martialed. It is a cursed shame that he was not shot for misbehavior in presence of the enemy. Let me tell you his story." •' R 386 Miss Ravenel's Cox version The Governor liad an air which seemed to say that it would be of no use to tell lum anything ; but he folded his hands, bowed his head, crossed his legs, put a pastille in his mouth, and meekly composed himself to listen. " This Gazaway is the greatest coward that I ever saw," pursued the Colonel. " I positively think he must be the greatest coward that ever lived. At Georgia Landing he left his horse, and dodged, and ducked, and squatted be- hind the line in such a contemptible way that I came near rapping him over the head with the flat of my sabre. At Camp Beasland he shammed sick, and skulked about the hospitals, whimpering for medicine. I sent in charges against him then ; but they got lost, I believe, on the march ; at any rate, they never turned up. At Port Hud- son I released him from arrest, and ordered him into the fight, hoping he would get shot. I privately told the sur- geon not to excuse him, and I told the blackguard himself that he must face the music. But he ran away the mo- ment the brigade came under tire. He was picked up at the hospital by the provost-guard, and sent to the regiment in its advanced position. The ofiicers refused to obey his orders unless he proved his courage first by taking a rifle and fighting in the trenches. They equipped him, but he wouldn't fight. He trembled from head to foot, said he didn't know how to load his gun, said he was sick, cried. Then they kicked him out of camp — actually and literally booted him out — put the leather to him, sir. That is the last time that he was seen with the regiment. He was next picked up in the hospitals of Xew Orleans, and sent to the front by Emory, who would have shot him if he had known what he was. He was in command of Fort Win- throp, and wanted to surrender at the first summons. Xothing but the high spirit of his officers, and the gallantry of the whole garrison, saved the fort from its own com- mander. I tell you, sir, that he is a redemptionless sneak. He is a disgrace to the regiment, and to the State, and to the country. He is a disgrace to every man in both ser- From Secession to Loyalty. 387 vices — to evey man who calls himself an American. And you propose to restore him to the regiment !" The Governor sighed, and looked very sad, but at the same time as meekly determined as Moses. " My dear Colonel, I knew it all," he said. " But I think I am right. I think I am acting out our American prmciple — the greatest good of the greatest number. I must beg your patient hearing and your secrecy. In the first place, Gazaway is not to keep the commission. It is merely given to whitewash him. He will accept it, and then resign it. That is all understood." " But what the do you Avant to whitewash him for? He ought to be gibbeted." " I know. Very true. But see here. We must carry the elections. We must have the government supported by the people. We must give the administration a clear majority in both houses of Congress. Otherwise, you see, Copperheadism and Secession, false peace and rebellion will triumph." But the way to carry the elections is to whip the rebels, my God ! — to have the best officers and the best army, and win all the victories, my God !" The Governor smiled as if from habit, but pursued his own course of reasoning resolutely, without noticmg the new argument. His spunk was rising a little, and he had no small amount of domination in him, not-^dthstandino- his amiability. " Now Gazaway's Congressional district is a close one," he continued, " and we fear that his assistance is necessary to enable us to carry it. I grieve to think that it is so. It is not our fault. It is the fault of those men who will vote a disloyal ticket. Well, he demands that we shall whitewash him by givmg him a step up from his old com- mission. On that condition he agrees to insure us the dis- trict. Then he is to resign," "My God! what a disgraceful muddle!" was Carter's indio-nant comment. 388 Miss IIavexel's Conveksion The Governor looked almost provoked at seeing that the Colonel would not appreciate his difficulties and necessities. " I sacrifice my own feelings in this matter," he insisted. " I assure you that it is a most painful step for me to take." He forgot that he was also sacrificing the feelings of Captain Colburne and of other deserving officers in the gallant Tenth. I wouldn't take the step," returned the Colonel. " I'd let the election go to hell before I'd take it. If that is the way elections are carried, let us have done with them, and pray for a depotism." After this speech there was a silence of some minutes. Each of these men was a wonder to the other ; each of them ought to have been a wonder to himself The Gov- ernor knew that Carter was a roue, a hard drmker, some- thing of a Dugald Dalgetty ; and he could not understand his professional chivalry, his passion for the honor of the service, his bitter hatred of cowards. The Colonel knew the Governor's upright moral character as an individual, and was amazed that such a man could condescend to what he considered dirty trickery. In one respect, Carter had the highest moral standpoints. He did vrrong to please himself, but it was under the pressure of overwhelming impulse, and he paid for it m frank remorse. The other did wrong after calm deliberation, sadly regrettmg the alleged necessity, but chloroformmg his conscience with the plea of that necessity. He was at bottom a well-inten- tioned and honorable man, but blinded by long confine- ment in the dark labyrinths of political intrigue, as the fishes of the Mammoth Cave are eyeless through the lack of light. He would have shrunk with horror from Carter had he known of that affiiiir with Madame Larue. At the same time he could commission a known coward above the lieads of heroes, to carry a Congressional district. And, m order that we may not be too hard upon him, let us con- sider his difficulties ; let us suppose that he had elevated JB'eom Secession to Loyalty. 389 the Bayard and thrown the Bardolph overboard. In the first place all the wire-pullers of his foUowmg would have been down upon him ^^th arguments and appeals, begging him in the name of the party, of the country, of liberty, not to lose the election. His own candidate in the doubtful district, an old and ultimate friend, would have said, " You have ruined my chances." All the capitalists and manufac- turers who depended on this candidate to get this or that axe sharpened on the Congressional grindstone, would have added their outcries to the lamentation. Thinking of all this, and thinking too of the Copperheads, and what they would be sure to do if they triumphed, he felt that Avhat he had decided on' was for the best, and that he must do it. Gazaway must have the lieutenant-colonelcy until the sprmg election was over ; and then, and not before, he must make way for some honorable man and brave officer. " But how can this fellow have such a political influ- ence ?" queried the Colonel. " It ought to be easy enough to expose him in the newspapers, and smash him." " The two hundred men or so who vote as he says never read the newspapers, and wouldn't believe the exposure." " There is the majority left," observed Carter, after ano- ther pause. " Captain Colburne might have that — if he would take promotion under Gazaway." "I have given that to my nephew, Captain Rathbun," said the Governor, blushing. He was not ashamed of his political log-rollmg with a vulgar coward, but he was a little discomposed at confess- uig his very pardonable and perhaps justifiable nepotism. " Captain Rathbun," he pursued hastily, " has been strongly recommended by all the superior officers of his corps. There is no chance of promotion in the cavalry, as our State has only furnished three companies. I have therefore transferred him to the infantry, and I placed him in your regiment because there were two vacancies." "Then my recommendation goes for nothing," said Carter, in gloomy discontent. 390 Miss R aye x el's Conveksiox " Really, Colonel, I must have some authority in these matters. I am called commander-in-chief of the forces of the State. I am sorry if it annoys you. But there will be — I assure you there will soon be — a vacancy for Cap- tain Colburne." " But he will have to come in under your nephew, I suppose." " I suppose so. I don't see how it can be otherwise. But it will be no disgrace to him, I assure you. lie will find Major Rathbun an admirable officer and a comrade perfectly to his taste. He graduated from the University only a year after Captain Colburne." " Excuse me if I leave you for half an hour," observed Carter, without attempting to conceal his disgust. " I want to step into the smoking-car and take a segar." " Certainly," bowed the Governor, and resumed his newspaper. He was used to such unpleasant interviews as this ; and after drawing a tired sigh over it, he was all tranquillity agam. The Colonel was too profoundly in- furiated to return to his companion during the rest of the journey, much as he wanted his influence to back up his own application for promotion. " Horrible shame, by Jove !" he muttered, while chew- ing rather than smoking his segar. " I wish the whole thing Avas in the hands of the AYar Department. Damn the States and their rights ! I ^vish, by (this and that) that we were centralized." Thus illogically ruminated the "West Pointer ; not see- ing that the good is not bad merely because it may be abused ; not seeing that Centralism is sure to be more cor- rupt than Federalism. The reader knows that such cases as that of Gazaway were not common. They existed, but they were exceptional ; they were sporadic, and not symp- tomatic. In general the military nominations of the Gov- ernor did honor to his heart and his head. It was Col- burne's accidental misfortune that his State contained one or two doubtful districts, and that one of them was in the Froim Secession to Loyalty. 391 liands, or was supposed to be iii the hands, of his contempt- ible superior officer. In almost any other Baratarian regi- ment the intelligent, educated, brave and honorable young captain Avould have been sure of promotion. Carter was troubled with a foreboding that his own claims would meet with as little recognition as those of Colburne. He took plain whiskeys at nearly every stop- ping-place, and reached Washington more than half drunk, but still in low spirits. Sobered and rested by a night's sleep, he delivered his dispatches, was bowed out by Gen- eral Halleck, and then sought out a resident Congressional friend, and held a frank colloquy with him concernmg the attainment of the desired star. " You see, Colonel, that you are a marked man," said the M. C. " You have been known to say that the war will last five years." " Well, it will. It has lasted nearly three, and it will kick for two more. I ought to be promoted, by (this and that) for my sagacity." " Just so," laughed the M. C. " But you won't be. The trouble is that you say just what the Copperheads say ; and you get credit for the same motives. It is urged, moreover, that men like you discourage the nation and cheer the rebels." " By Jove ! I'd like to see the rebel who would be cheered by the news that the war will last two years longer." The honorable member laughed again, in recognition of the hit, and proceeded : " Then there is that old filibustering afiair. When you went into that you were not so good a prophet as you are now ; and m fact it is a very unfortunate afiair at present ; it stands in your way confoundedly. In fact, you are not a favorite with our left wing — our radicals. The President is all right. The War Department is all right. They ad- mit your faithfulness, ability and services. It is the Sen- ate that knocks you. I am afraid you will have to wait 392 IMiss Ravenel's Conversion for sometliing to turn up. In fact, I don't see my way to a confirmation yet." Carter swore, groaned, and chewed his cigar to a pulp. " But don't be discouraged," pursued the M. C. " We have brought over two or three of the radicals to your side. Three or four more will do the job. Then we can get a nomination with assurance of a confii-mation. I promise you it shall be attended to at the first chance. But you must come out strong against slavery. Abolition is your card. New converts must be zealous, you know." " By Jove, I am strong. I didn't believe in arming the negro once ; but I do now. It was a good movement. I'll take a black brigade." " Will you ?" Then you can have a white one, I guess. By the way, perhaps you can do something for yourself A good many of the Members are m town already. I'll take you around — show you to friends and enemies. In fact you can do something for yourself" Carter did something in the way of treatmg, giving game-suppers, flattering and talking anti-slavery, smiling outwardly the while, but ^'ithin full of bitterness. It seemed to him a gross injustice that the destiny of a man who had fought should be ruled by people who slept in good beds every night and had never heard a bullet whis- tle. He thought that he was demeanmg himself by bow- ing down to members of Congress and State wire-pullers ; but he was driven to it by his professional rage for promo- tion, and still more urgently by the necessity of increasing his income. When he left Washington after the two weeks' stay which was permitted to him, his nomination to a brigadiership was proinised, and he had strong hopes of obtaining the Senatorial confirmation. At Xew York he called on Mrs. Larue. He had not meant to do it when he quitted the virtuous capital of the nation, but as he ap- proached her he felt drawn towards her by something stronger than the engine. Moreover, he thought to him- self that she might do something for his promotion if she Feom Secession to Loyalty. 393 could be induced to go to Washington and try the ponder- osity of the United States Senate with that powerful social lever of hers, la sainte jmssio??, etc. " Why didn't you tell me this before ?" she exclaimed. " Why were you not frank with me, mo?i ami ? I would have gone. I would have worked day and night for you. I would have had such fun ! It would have been delicious to humbug those abolitionist Senators. I would have been the ruin of Mr. Sumnaire and Mr. Weelsone. There would have been yet more books dedicated to Sainte Marie Made- leme." She burst into a laugh at these jolly ideas, and waltzed about the room with a mimicry of love-making in her eyes and gestures. " But T can not go alone, you perceive ; do you not ?" she resumed, sitting down by his side and laying one hand caressingly on his shoulder. " I should have no position alone, and there is not the time for me to create one. Moreover, I have paid for my passage to New Orleans in the Mississijipi." " Well, we shall be together," said Carter. " That is my boat. But what a cursed fool I was in not taking you to WashiQo;ton !" " Certainly you were, mon ami. It is most regrettable. It is desespirantP As far as these two were concerned, the voyage south was much like the latter part of the voyage north, except that Carter sufiered less from self-reproach, and was gen- erally in higher spirits. He had not money enough left to pay for his meals and wine, but he did not hesitate to bor- row a hundred dollars from the widow, and she lent it ^vith her usual amiability. " You shall have all I can spare," she said. " I only wisli to live and dress comme il faut. You are always welcome to what remains." What could the unfortunate man do but be grateful ? Mrs. Larue began to govern him with a mild and insinuat- E2 394 Miss Ravexel's Conversion ing domination ; and, strange to say, her empire was not altogether injurious. She corrected him of a number of the bearish ways which lie had insensilily acquired by life in the army, and wliich his wife had not dared to call his attention to, worshij^ping him too sincerely. She laughed him out of his swearing, and scolded him out of most of his drinking. She mended his stockings, trimmed the frayed ends of his necktie, saw to it that his clothes were brushed ; in short, she greatly improved his personal appearance, which had grown somewhat shabby under the influences of travellmg and carousing; for the Colenel was one of those innumerable male creatures who always go to seedi- ness as soon as womankmd ceases to care for them. With him she had no more need of coquetries and sentimental prattle ; and she treated him very much as a wife of five years' standing treats her husband. She was amiable, pains-taking, petting, slightly exacting, slightly critical, moderately chatty, moderately loving. They led a peace- able, domestic sort of life, i^ithout much regard to secrecy, ^vithout much terror at the continual danger of discovery. They were old sinners enough to feel and be- have much like innocent people. Carter's remorse, it must be observed, had arisen entirely from his affection for his wife, and his shame at having proved unworthy of her afi'ectionate confidence, and not at all from any sense of doing an injury to Mrs. Larue, nor from a tenderness of conscience concerning the abstract question of right and wi'ong. Consequently, after the first humiliation of his fall was a little numbed by time, he could be quite comfort- able in spirit. But his uneasiness awakened at the sight of Lillie, and the pressure of her joyful embrace. The meeting, aftection- ate as it seemed on both sides, gave him a very miserable kmd of happiness. He did not turn his eyes to Mrs. Larue, who stood by with a calm, pleased smile. He was led away in triumph ; he was laid on the best sofa and woi-shipped ; he was a king, and a god in the eyes of that From Secession to Loyalty. 395 pure wife ; but he was a very unhappy, and shamefaced deity. " Oh, what charming letters you wrote !" whispered Lillie. " IIow good you were to write so often, and to write such sweet thmgs ! They were such a comfort to me !" Carter was a little consoled. He had written often and affectionately ; he had tried in that way to make amends for a concealed wrong ; and he was heartily glad to find that he had made her happy. " Oh, my dear child !" he said. " I am so delighted if I have given you any pleasure !" He spoke this with such a sigh, almost a groan, that she looked at him m wonder and anxiety. " What is the matter, my darling ?" she asked. " What makes you sad ? Have you failed in gettmg your promo- tion ? Xever mind. I will love you to make up for it. I know, and you know, that you deserve it. We will be just as happy." " Perhaps I have not altogether failed," he replied, glad to change the subject. " I have some hoj^esyet of getting good news." " Oh, that will be so delightful ! Won't it be nice to be prosperous as well as happy ! I shall be so overjoyed on your account ! I shall be too proud to live." In his lonely meditations Carter frequently tried himself at the bar of his strange conscience, and struggled hard to gain a verdict of not guilty. What could a fellow do, he asked, when a woman would persist in flinging herself at his head ? He honestly thought that most men would have done as he did ; that no one but a religious fanatic could have resisted so much temptation ; and that such re- sistance would have been altogether ungentlemanly. To atone for his wrong he was most tender to his wife ; he followed her with attentions, and loaded her with presents. As the same time that he had a guilt upon his soul Avhich might have killed her had she discovered it, he would not 396 Miss Raven el s Conversion stint her wardrobe, nor forget to kiss her every time he went out, nor fail to bring her bouquets every evening. He has been known to leave his bed at midnight and walk the street for hours, driving away dogs whose howl- ing prevented her from sleeping. Deeds like this were his penance, his expiation, his consolation. He was now on duty in the city. High Authority, de- termined to make amends for the neglect with wliich this excellent officer was treated, offered him the best thmg which it had now to give, the chief-quart ermastership of the Department of the Gulf His pay would thereby be largely increased in consequence of his legal commutations for rooms and fuel, besides which there was a chance of securing large extra-official gleanings from such a broad field of labor and responsibility. But Carter realized little out of his position. He could keep his accounts of Gov- ernment property correctly ; but except in his knowledge of returns, and vouchers, and his clerk-like accuracy, he was not properly speaking a man of busmess ; that is to say, he had no faculty for making money. He was too professionally honorable to lend Government funds to speculators for the sake of a share of the profits. He would not descend to the well-known trickery of getting public property condemned to auction, and then buying it in for a sono: to sell it at an advance. In the case of a sinc^le wagon he might do something of the sort in order to rec- tify his balances m the item of wagons ; or he might make a certificate of theft in a small aflair of trousers or havre- sacks which had been lost through negligence, or issued without a receipt. But to such straits officers were fre- quently driven by the responsibility system ; he sheltered himself under the plea of necessity ; and did nothing worse. In fact, his position was a temptation without bemg a benefit. It was a serious temptation. A great deal of money passed through his hands. He paid out, and received on account of the Government, thousands of dollars daily ; Feom Secession to Loyalty. 397 and the mere handling of snch considerable sums made him feel as if he were a great capitalist. Money was an every day, vulgar commodity, and he spent it with profu- sion. Before he had been in his j)lace two months he was worm-eaten, leaky, sinkmg with debts. No one hesitated to trust a man who had charge over such an abounding source of wealth as the chief-quartermastership of the De- partment of the Gulf. He lived sumptuously, drank good wines, smoked the best segars, and marketed for the Rav- enel table in his own name, blaspheming the expense whether of cost or credit. Remembering that his wife needed gentle exercise, and had a right to every comfort which he could furnish, he gave her a carriage, and pair of ponies, and of course set up a coachman. "Can you afford it, my dear?" asked Lillie, a little anxious, for she was aware of his tendency to extrava- gance. " I can afford anything, my little one, rather than the loss of you," replied the Colonel after a moment's hesita- tion. She wanted to believe that all was well, and therefore the task of comdncing her was easy. Her trust was con- stant, and her adoration fervent ; they were symj^tomatic of her physical condition ; they were for the present laws of her nature. It was more than usually painful to her now to be separated long from her deity. When he went out it was, " Where are you going ? When will you come back ?" — When he returned it was, " How long you have been gone ! Oh, I though you would come an hour ago ?" It was childish, but she did not perceive it, and if she had, she could not have helped it. She clung to him, and longed after him because she must ; there was a bond of unity between them which clasped her inmost life. Meanwhile how about Mrs. Lame ? 'No one could have been more discreet, more corruptly sagacious, more sun- nily amiable, than this singular woman. She petted Lillie like a child, helped her in her abundant sewing labors, 398 Miss Ravexel's Cox version brought her as many bouquets as the Colonel himself, scolded her for huprudencies, forbade this dish and recom- mended that, laughed at her occasional despondencies, and cheered her as women know how to cheer each other. She seemed like the truest friend of the young woman whom she would not have hesitated much to rob of her husband, provided she could have wished to do it. This kindness was not hypocrisy, but simple, unforced good nature. It was natural, and therefore, agreeable to her to be amiable ; and as she always did what she liked to do, she was a pattern of amiability. To have quarrded seriously "wdth Lillie would have been a downright annoyance to her, and consequently she avoided every chance of a disagreement, so far at least as was consistent with her private pleasures. She had not the slightest notion of elo^Ding with the Colonel ; she did not take passions sufficiently aic grand sericux for that ; she would not have isolated herself from society for any man. Xot withstanding Mrs. Larue's sugar mask Lillie was at times disposed to fight her ; not, however, in the slightest degree on account of her husband ; only on account of her father. The sly Creole, partly for her own amusement in- deed, but chiefly to divert suspicion from her familiarity with Carter, commenced a coquettish attack upon the Doctor. Lillie was sometimes in a desperate fright lest she should entrap him into a marriage. She thought that she understood Mrs. Larue perfectly, and she felt quite certain that she was by no means good enough for her father. In her estimation there never was a man, unless it might be her husband, who was so good, so noble, so charming as this parent of hers ; and if she had been called on to select a wife for him, I doubt whether any woman could have passed the examination to which she would have subjected the candidates. " I perfectly spoil you, papa," she said, laughing. " I pet you and admire you till I suppose I shall end by ruin- ing you. If ever you go out into the world alone, Fro:m Secessiox to Loyalty. 399 what will become of you ? You will miss my care dread- fully. You mustn't leave me ; it's for your own good — hear ? You mustn't trust yourself to anybody else — hear ?" "I hear, my child," answers the Doctor. "What a charming little Gold Coast accent you have !" " Pshaw ! It isn't negro at all. Everybody talks so. But I wonder if you are trying to change the subject." " Really I wasn't aware of a subject being presented for my consideration." " Oh, you don't understand, or you won't understand. I do believe you have a guilty conscience." " A guilty conscience about what, my child ? Have the kindness to speak plainly. My mind is getting feeble." " Ain't you ashamed to ask me to speak plainly ? I don't want to speak plainly. Do you actually want to have me?" " If it wouldn't overpower your reason, I should like it. It would be such a convenience to me." " Well, I mean, papa," said Lillie, coloring at her auda- city, " that I don't like Mrs. Larue !" " Don't like Mrs. Larue ! Why, she is as kind to you as she can possibly be. I thought you were on the best of terms." " I mean that I don't like her well enough to call her Mamma." " Call her Mamma !" repeated the Doctor, staring over his spectacles in amazement. "You don't mean? — upon my honor, you are too nonsensical, Lillie." " Am I ? Oh, I am so delighted !" exclaimed Lillie ea- gerly. " But I luas so afraid." " Do you think I am in my dotage ?" inquired the Doc- tor, almost indignant. " Xo no, papa. Don't be vexed with me. I dare say it was very absurd in me. But I do think she is so artful and designing." " She is a curious woman, we know," observed Ravenel. " She certainly has some — peculiarities." 400 Miss Rayexel's Cox version Lillie laughed outright, and said, " Oh yes," Tvith a gay- little air of satire. " But she is too young to think of me," pursued the Doc- tor. " She can't be more than tvventy-five." "Papa!!" protested Lillie. " She is thir— ty ! Have you lost your memory ?" " Thirty ! Is it possible ? Really, I am growing old. I am constantly understating other people's ages. I have caught mj'self at it repeatedly. I don't know whether it is forgetfulness, or inability to realize the flight of time, or an instinctive effort to make myself out a modern by show- ing that my intimates are youthful. But I am constantly doing it. Do you recollect how I have laughed about Elderkin for this same trick ? He is always relating anec- dotes of his youth in a way which would lead you to sup- pose that the events happened some fifteen or twenty years ago. And yet he is seventy. I mustn't laugh at Elderkin any more." " Xonsense !" said Lillie. " You are not a bit like him. He blacks his hair to correspond with his dates. He means to humbug people. And then you are not old." " But, to return to Mrs. Larue," observed the Doctor. " She has a clear head ; she is pretty sensible. She is not a woman to put herself in a false or ridiculous j^osition. I really have not observed anything of what you hint." " Oh no. Of course not. Men never do ; they are so stupid ! Of course you wouldn't observe anythuig until she went on her knees and made you a formal declaration. I was afraid you might say, 'Yes,' in your surprise." " My dear, don't talk in that way of a lady. You de- grade your own sex by such jesting." However, the Doctor did in a quiet way put himself on his guard agamst Mrs. Larue ; and Lillie, observmg this, did also in a quiet way feel quite elated over the condition of things in the family. She was as happy as she had ever been, or could desire to be. It was a shocking state of deception ; corruption lilied over with decorum and smil- Fkom Secession to Loyalty. 401 ing amiability ; whited sejjulchres, apples of Sodom, bloom- ing Upas. Carter saw Mrs. Larue as often as he wanted, and even much oftener, in a j^riyate room, which even his wife did not know of, in rear of his offices. Closely veiled she slipped in by a back entrance, and reappeared at the end of ten minutes, or an hour, or perhaps two hours. It was after such interviews had taken place that his wife welcomed him with those touching words. "Oh, where have you been ? I thought you never would come." He would have been glad to break the evil charm, but he was too far gone to be capable of virtuous effort. CHAPTER XXIX. LILLIE EEACHES THE APOTHEOSIS OF WOMANHOOD. WoiiAX is more intimately and irresponsibly a child of jN'ature than man. She comes oftener, more completely, and more evidently under the power of influences which she can neither direct nor resist, and which make use of her without consulting her inclination. Her part then is passive obedience and uncomplaming suffering, while through her the ends of life are accomplished. She has no choice but to accept her beneficent martyrdom. Like Jesus of Xazareth she agonzies that others may live ; but imlike Him, she is impelled to it by a will higher than her ■ own. At the same time, a loving spirit is given to her, so that she is consoled m her own anguish, and does not seri- ously desire that the cup may pass from her before she has drunk it to the dregs. She has the patience of the lower animals and of inanimate nature, ennobled by a heavenly joy of self-sacrifice, a divine pleasure ia suffering for those whom she loves. She is both lower and hio;her than man, by mstmct rather than by reason, from necessity i-ather than from choice. There came a day to Lillie duiing which she lay between 402 Miss Ravenel's Conversion two worlds, not caring which she entered, submissive to whatever might he, patient though weeping with jjain. Her father did not dare trust her to his own care, but called in his old friend and colleague. Doctor Elderkin, These two, with Carter, Mrs. Larue, and a hired nurse, did not quit the house for twenty-four hours, and all but the husband and father were almost constantly in the room of the invalid. The struggle was so long and severe that they thought it would end in death. Xeither Mrs. Larue nor the nurse slept during the whole night, but relieved each other at the bedside, holding by turns the quivering, clutching hand of Lillie, and fanning the crimson cheeks and the brow covered with a cold sweat as of a death agony. The latent womanlmess of Mrs. Larue, the tenderness which did actually exist in some small measure beneath her smooth surface of amiability and coquetry, was profoundly stirred by her instinctive sympathy for a suftering Avhich was all feminine. She remembered that same anguish in her own life, and lived it over again. Every throe of the sick girl seemed to penetrate her own body. She thought of the child which had been given and taken years ago, and then she wiped away a tear, lest Lillie might see it and fear for herself Allien she was not by the bedside she stood at the window, now looking for a glimpse of dawn as if that could bring any hope, and then turning to craze at the tossing^ invalid. The Doctor only once allowed Carter to enter the room. The ver}' expansion of Lillie at sight of him, the eagerness ^Yith. which her soul reached out to him for help, pity, love, was perilous. There was danger that she might say, " My dear, good-bye f and in the exaltation of such an impulse she might have departed. As for him, he had never be- fore witnessed a scene like this, and he never forgot it. His wife held both his hands, clasping them spasmodically, a broad spot of fever in either cheek, the veins of her fore- head SAVollen, and her neck suffused, her eyes j^reternatur- ally open and never removed from his, her whole express- Feom Secessioi^ to Loyalty. 403 ion radiant with agony. The mortal pain, the supernatural expectation, the light of that other world which was so near, spiritualized her face, and made it unhumanly beauti- ful. He seemed to himself to be standing on earth and joining hands with her in heaven. He had never before reached so far ; never so communed with another life. His own face was all of this world, stern with anxiety and per- haps remorse ; for the moment was so agitating and im- perious that he could not direct his emotions nor veil his expression. Happy for her that she had no suspicion of one thing which was in his heart. She believed that he was solely tortured by fear that she would die ; and if she could have thought to speak, she would have comforted him. On her own account she did not desire to live ; only for his sake, and for her father's, and perhaps a little for her child's. The old Doctor watched her, shook his head, signed to the husband to leave the room, and took his wife's hands m his place. As Carter went out Mrs. Larue fol- lowed him a few steps into the passage. " What is between you and me must end," she whisp- ered. " Yes," he replied in the same tone, and went to his room somewhat comforted. At seven in the morning he was awakened by a tremulous knocking at his door. Springing from the sofa, on which he had dozed for an hour or two without undressmg, he opened, and encountered Mrs. Larue, pale with sleeplessness but smiling gaily. " T e;2e^," she said, speaking her mother tongue in her haste, and hastened noiselessly, like a swift sprite, back to the sick room. Carter followed, entered with a sense of awe, passed softly around the screen which half encircled the bed, and saw his Avife and child lying side by side. Lillie was very pale ; her face was still sj^iritualized by the Gethsemane of the night ; but her eyes Avere still radiant with a purely human happiness. She w^as in eager haste to have him drink at the newly-opened fountain of joy. 404 Miss Raven el's Conveksion Even as he stooped to kiss her slie could not -wait, but turned lier head towards the infant with a smile of exulta- tion and said, " Look at him." " But how are you ?" he asked, anxiously ; for a man "does not at once forget his wife in his oftspring ; and Car- ter had a stain of remorse on his soul which he needed to wash away with rivers of tenderness. " Oh, I am perfectly well," she answered. " Isn't he pretty ?" At that moment the child sneezed ; the air of this world was too pungent. " Oh, take him I" she exclaimed, looking for the nurse. " He is going to die." The black woman lifted the boy and handed him to the father. " Don't drop him," said Lillie. " Are you sure you can hold him ? I wouldn't dare to take him." As if she could have taken him ! In her eagerness she forgot that she was sick, and talked as if she were in her full strength. Her eyes followed the infant so uneasily about the room that Elderkin motioned Carter to replace him on the bed. " Xow he won't fall," she said, cheerfully. — " It was only a sneeze," she added presently, with a little laugh which was like a gurgle, a purr of hapjmiess. " I thought something was the matter with him." — Shortly afterward she asked, " How soon will he talk ?" " I am afraid not for two or three weeks, unless the weather is favorable," replied Elderkin, with a chuckle which under the circumstances was almost blasphemous. " How strange that he can't talk !" she replied, without noticing the old gentleman's joke. " He looks so intelli- gent!" " She wouldn't be a bit surprised to hear him sing an Italian opera," said Ravenel. " She has seen a miracle to- day. Nothing could astonish her." Lillie did not laugh nor answer ; nothing interested her Fko:m Secession to Loyalty. 405 wliich did not say, Baby ! Baby was for the time the whole thought, the whole life, of this girl, who a little pre- vious existed through her husband, and before that through her father. Each passion had been stronger than its pre- decessor ; but now she had reached the culminating point of her womanhood : higher than Baby it was impossible for her to go. Even her father distressed and alarmed her a little by an affection for the newly-arrived divinity which lacked what she felt to be the proper reverence. ISTot con- tent Avith worshiping afar off, he picked up the tiny god and carried him to the partial day of a curtained wmdow, desu'ing, as he said, the honor of being the first to give him an idea. " The first to give him an idea !" laughed the father. " Why, he looks as if he had been thinkmg for centuries. He looks five thousand years old." Seeing that Lillie began to weary, the old Doctor re- placed the deity on the pillow which served him for an altar, and turned the male worshipers out of the room. " How delighted they are with him !" she said when the door had closed behmd them. " Doctor, isn't he an un- commonly handsome child ?" she added with the adorable simplicity of perfect love. " I thought babies were not pretty at first." The room was now kept still. The mother and child lay side by side, reposing from their night-long struggle for life. The mother looked steadily at the infant ; the in- fant looked with equal fixity at the window : each gazed and wondered at an unaccustomed glory. In a few min- utes both dropped to sleep, overcome by fatigue, and by novel emotions, or sensations. For three days a succes- sion of long slumbers, and of waking intervals similar to tranquilly delightful dreams, composed their existence. When they were thus reposed they tasted life vn.ih a more complete and delicious zest. Lillie entertauied her hus- band and father for hours at a time with discoursing on the attributes of the baby, pomting out the difl'erent 406 Miss Ravenel's Con version elements of his glory, and showing how he grew in graces. She was quite indifferent to their affectionate raillery ; nothing could shake her faith in the illimital)ility of the new deity. They two, dear as they were, were neverthe- less human, and were not so necessary as they had been to her faith in goodness, and her happiness in loving. So long as she had the baby to look at, she could pass the whole day without them, hardly wondering at their absence. " We are dethroned," said the Doctor to the Colonel. " We are a couple of Sat urns who have made way for the new-born Jupiter." " Xonsense !" smiled Lillie. " You think that you are going to sj^end all your time with your minerals now. You are perfectly happy in the idea. I shaVt allow it." " Xo. We must remain and be converts to the new revelation. Well, I suppose we sha'n't resist. We are ready to make our profession of faith at all times and in all places." " This is the place," said Lillie. " Isn't he sweet ?" The grandfather knew a great deal better than either the father or mother how to handle the diminutive Jupiter. He took him from the pillow, carried him to the window, drew the curtain slowly, and laughed to see the solemn little eyes, after winkmg slowly, turn upward and fix themselves steadily on the broad, mild effulgence of the sky. " He looks for the light, as plants and trees lean to- wards it," said he. " He is trying to see the heavenly mansions which he may some day inhabit. Xobody knows how soon. They get up their chariots very suddenly sometimes, these little Elijahs." " Oh, don't talk so," imi^lored Lillie. " He sha'n't die." The Doctor was thinking of his own only boy, who had flown from the cradle to Heaven more than twenty years ago. Aside from tenderness for his wife, Carter's principal From Secession to Loyalty. 407 emotion all this while was that of astonishment at his posi- tion. It cost him considerable mental effort, and stretch of imagination, to conceive himself a relative of the new- comer. He did not, like Lillie, love the child by passionate instinct ; and he had not yet learned to love him as he had learned to love her. He was tender of the infant, as a creature whose weakness pleaded for his protection ; but when it came to the question of affection, he had to con- fess that he loved him chiefly through his mother. He was a poor hand at fondling the boy, being always afraid of doing him some harm. He was better pleased to see him in Lillie's arms than to feel him in his own ; the little burden was curiously warm and soft, but so evidently sus- ce23tible to injury as to be a terror. " I would rather lead a storming party," he said. " I have been beaten in that sort of thmg, and lived through it. But if I should drop this fellow — " And here the warrior absolutely flinched at the thought of how he would feel in such a horrible case. Now commenced a beautiful reciprocal education of mother and child. Each discovered every day new mys- teries, new causes of admiration and love, in the other. Long before a childless man or even woman would have imagined signs of intelligence in the infant, the mother had not merely imagined but had actually discovered them. You would have been wrong if you had laughed incredu- lously when she said, "He begins to take notice." Of course her fondness led her into errors : she mistook symp- toms of mere sensation for utterances of ideas ; she per- ceived prophetically rather than by actual observation : but some things, some opening buds of intellect, she saw truly. She deceived herself when she thought that at the age of three weeks he knew his father ; but at the same time she was quite correct in believing that he recognized and cried for his mother. This delighted her ; she would let him cry for a moment, merely for the pleasure of being so desired ; then she would fold him to her breast and be 408 Miss Ravexel's Conversion his comforter, his life. They were teachers, consolers, deities, the one to the other. Her love gave a fresh inspiration to her religious feeling. Here was a new object of thanksgiving and prayer : an object so nearly divme that only Heaven could have sent it : an object so delicate that only Heaven could preserve it. For her baby she prayed with an intelligence, a feel- ^mg, a faith, such as she had never known before, not even when praying for her husband during his times of battle. It seemed certain to her that the merciful All-Father and the Son who gave himself for the world would sympathize compassionately with the innocence, and helplessness of her little child. These sentiments were not violent : she would have withered under the breath of any passionate emotion : they were as gentle and comforting as summer breezes from orange groves. Once only, during a slight accession of fever, there came something like a physical revelation ; a room full of mysterious, dazzling light ; a communication of some surprising, unutterable joy ; an im- pression as of a elivine voice, saymg, " Thy sins are for- given thee." Forgiven of God, she wished also to be forgiven of man. The next morning, moved by the remembrance of the vis- ion, although its exaltation had nearly vanished with the fall of the fever, she beckoned her husband to her, and T\T.th tears begged his pardon for some long since forgotten petulance. This was the hardest trial that Carter had yet undergone. To have her plead for his forgiveness was a reproach that he could hardly bear with self-possession. He must not confess — no such relief was there for his bur- dened spirit — but he sank on his knees in miserable pen- itence. " Oh ! forgive me," he said. " I am not half good enough for you. I am not worthy of your love. You must pray for me, my darlmg." For the time she was his religion : his loving, chastening, From Secession to Loyalty. 409 though not all-seing deity : uj^liftmg and piirifyuag him, even as she was exalted and sanctified by her child. Her sick-bed happiness was checkered by some troubles. It was hard not to stir ; not to be able to help herself; not to tend the baby. When her face was washed for her by the nurse, there would be places where it was not thor- oughly dried, and which she sought to wipe by rubbino- agamst the pillow. After- a few trials of this sort she for- bade the nurse to touch her, and in si ailed her husband in the duty. It w^as actually a comfort to him to seek to humiliate himself by these dressmg-maid services ; and it seemed to him that he was thereby earning forgiveness for the crime which he dared not confess. He washed her face, took her meals m, and put them out, fed her with his own hands, fanned her by the hour, and all, she thought, as no one else could. " How gentle you are !" she said, her eyes suddenly moistening with gratitude. " How nicely you wait on me ! And to think that you have led a storming party ! And I have seen men afraid of you ! My dear, what did you ever mean by saying that you are not good enough for me ? You are a hundred times better than I deserve." Carter laid his forehead in her gently clasping hands without speaking. " What are you going to call him ?" he asked presently. "Why, Ravenel; — didn't you know?" she answered 'W'ith a smile. She had been callmg him Ravenel to herself for several days, without telling any one of it. It was a pleasure to think that she alone knew his name ; that she had so much in him of an unshared, secret possession. " Ravenel Carter," she repeated. " We can make that into Ravvie. Don't you like it ?" " I do," he answered. " It is the best name possible. It contains the name of at least one good man." " Of two good men," she insisted. " A good husband and a good father." S 410 Miss Rave x el's Conversion Her first drive in the pony carriage was an ecstacy. By her side sat the nurse holding Ravvie, and opposite sat her husband and father. Presently she made the Colonel and the nurse change places. " I want my child where I can see him, and my husband where I can lean against him," she said. " I don't come in," observed the Doctor. " I am Mon- sieur De Trop — Mr. No Account." " Xo you are not. I want you to look at Ravvie and me." Soon she was anxious lest the child should catch cold by riding backwards. " No more danger one way than the other," said the Doctor. " The back of his head goes all around." " I dare say his hair will protect him ; won't it ?" she asked. " His hair is about as heavy as his whiskers," laughed the Doctor. " He is in no danger of Absalom'^ fate." The nurse having pulled up a shawl in rear of the little bobbmg head, Lillie was satisfied, and could turn her at- tention to other things. She laid her slender hand on her husband's knee, nestled against his strong shoulder and said, " Isn't it lovely — isn't the whole world beautiful !" They had taken the nearest cut out of the city, and were passing a surburban mansion, the front yard of which was full of orange trees and flowers. A few weeks before she would have wanted to steal the flowers ; now she eagerly asked her husband to get out and beg for some. When he returned with a gorgeous bouquet she was full of grati- tude, exclaiming, " Oh, how lovely ! Did you thank the people ? I am so obliged to them. Did they see the child in the carriage ?" " Yes," said the Colonel, smiling with pleasure at her naive delight. " The lady saw the child, and said this rose was for him." Accordingly the rose, carefully stripped of all thorns, \ From Secessiox to Loyalty. 411 was put iiito the dimpled fist of Ravvie, who of course pro- ceeded to suck it. " He is smelling of it," cried Lillie, ^dth a charming faith in the little god's precocity. " He is trying it by his universal test — his all-sufficient crucible," said the Doctor. " Everything must go into that mouth. It is his only medium for acquiring knowledge at present. If it was large enough and he could reach far enough, he would investigate the nature of the solar system by means of it. It is lucky for the world that he is not sufficiently big to put the sun in his mouth. We should certainly find ourselves in darkness — not to mention that he might burn himself. My dear, I am afraid he will swallow some of the leaves," he added. "We must inter- fere. This is one of the emergencies when a grandfather has a right to exercise authority." The rose was gently detached from Ravvie's fat grasp, and stuck in his little silk bonnet, his eyes following it till it disappeared. " You see he is an eating animal," contmued the Doctor. " That is pretty much all at present, and that is enough. He has no need of any more wisdom than what will enable him to demand nourishment and dispose of it ; and God, in his great kindness towards infants, has not troubled him Tvith any further revelations so far. God has provided us to do all the necessary thinking in his case. The infant is a mere swallower, digestor, and assimilator. He knows how to convert other substances into himself. He does it with energy, singleness of purpose, perseverance, and won- derful success. N'othing more is requisite. In eating he is performing the whole duty of man at his age. So far as he goes he is a masterpiece." " But you are making a machine of him — an oyster," protested Lillie. " Very like," said the Doctor, " Very like an oyster. His existence has a simplicity and unity very similar to that of the lower orders of creation. Of course I am not 412 Miss speaking of his possibilities. They are spiritual, grand, perhaj^s gigantic. If j'oii could see the inferior face of liis brain, you would be able to perceive even now the magnifi- cent capacities of the as yet untuned instrument." " Oh don't, papa !*' implored Lillie. " You trouble me. Do they ever dissect babies ?" " Not such lively ones as this," said the Doctor, and pro- ceeded to change the subject. " I never saw a healthier creature. I shouldn't wonder if he survived this war, which you used to say would last forty years. Perhaps he will be the man to finish it." " I don't say so now. I didn't think my husband would be on the Union side when I said that. I think we shall beat them now." " Since the miracle all other things seem possible," philosophised the Doctor. I do not repeat the Colonel's talk. It was not so ap- propriate as that of the others to the occasion ; for he knew little as yet of the profounder depths of womanly and in- fantile nature ; his first marriage had been brief and child- less. In fact. Carter was rather a silent man in family conclaves, unless the conversation turned on some branch of his profession, or the matters of ordinary existence. He occupied himself with watchmg alternately his wife and child ; with wrapping \\]) the former, and occasionally fondlmg the latter. " How very warm he feels ! — how amazingly he pulls hair! — I believe he wants to get my head in his mouth," are samples of his observations on the infant wonder. He felt that the baby was either below him or above him, he really could not tell which. Of his wife's position he was certain : she was far higher than his plane of existence : when she took his hand it was from the heavens. From Mrs. Larue he was thoroughly detached, and with a joyful sense of relief, freedom, betterment. They talked very little Avith each other, and only on indifierent subjects and in the presence of others. It is possible that this sep- From Secession to Loyalty. 413 « aration would not have lasted if they had been thrown together nnguarded, as had been the case on board the Creole; but here, caring for his infimt and for the wife who had suffered so much and so sweetly for his sake, the Colonel felt no puissance of passionate temptation. Mrs. Larue had no conscience, no sense of honor ; but like many cold blooded ^^eople, she valued herself on her » firmness. In an unwonted burst of enthusiasm she had told him that all must be over between them, and she meant to make her words good, no matter Avhat he might desire. She was a little mortified to see how easily he had cut loose from her ; but she knew how to explain it so as not to wound her vanity, nor tempt her to break her reso- lution. " If he did not love his wife now, he would be a brute," she reflected. " And if he had had the possibilities of a brute in him, I never should have had a caprice for him. After all, I do not care much for the merely physical hu- man being. C^est par le cote morale qu ''on s'empare de moi. Ai^res tout je suis presque aicssi pure dans les senti- ments que ma petite coiisine.'''' Meanwhile her self-restramt was something of a trial to her. At times she thought seriously of marrying again, A\ith the idea of puttmg an end to these risky intrigues and harassing struggles. Perhaps it was under this impress- ion that she wrote a letter to Colburne, informing him of the birth of Ravvie, and sketchmg some few items of the scene with a picturesqueness and sympathy that quite touched the young gentleman, astonished as he was at the frankness of the language. " After all," she concluded, " married life has exquisite pleasures, as well as terrific possibilities of sorrow. I do not really know whether to advise a young man like you to take a wife or not. Whether you marry or remain smgle you will be sorry. I think that in either state the pains outweigh the pleasures. It follows that we are not to con- sider our own happiness, but to do what we think is 414 Miss Ravexel'. s Conversion for the happiness of others. Is not this the true secret of life ?" "Is it possible that I have been unjust?" queried Col- burne. " Those are not the teachings of a corrupted na- ture." He did not know and could not have conceived the un- natural conscience, tlie abnormal ideas of purity and duty, which this woman had created for her own use and com- fort, out of elements that are beyond the ken of most Xew Englanders. He was the child of Puritanism, and she of Balzac's moral philosophy. CHAPTER XXX. COLONEL CARTER COMMITS HIS FIRST UNGENTLEMANLY ' ACTION. We come now to the times of the famous and unfortu- nate Red River expedition. Durmg the winter of 1863-4 Xew Orleans society, civil as well as military, was wild Avith excitement over the great enterprise which was not only to crush the rebel power m the southwest, but to open to commerce the immense stores of cotton belonging to the prhicely planters of the Red River bottoms. Cotton was gold, foreign exchange, individual wealth, national solvency. Thousands of men went half mad in their desire for cotton. Cotton was a contagion, an influenza, a delirium. In the height of this excitement a corpulent, baldish, smiling gentleman of fifty was closeted, not for the first time, with the chief quartermaster. His thick feet were planted wide apart, his chubby hands rested on his chubby knees, his broad base completely filled the large office chair in which he sat, his paunchy torso and fat head leaned forward in an attitude of eagerness, and his twinklmg grey eyes, encircled by yellowish folds, were fixed earnestly upon the face of Carter. Fro^ Secession to Loyalty. 415 " Colonel, you make a great Biistake m letting this chance .lip " he said, and then paused to wheeze. The Co onel said nothing, smoked his twenty cent Ha.- ^''^^IrrfLStTsm-e thing," continued the oleagi- nous i^onLge. "Banks' column will ^^-^^^^^^^Z »and strono-. Steele's will be ten thousand. Theie are £y thousand, without counting Porter's flee^ The Confederates can't raise twenty thousand to cover the Red S:fc:lry, if they go to hell. Besides^ Aere . an un derstandino-. Tit for tat, you know. Cotton lor casn. You see llamas well posted on the matter as you are, ''"he paused, wheezed, nodded, smiled and bored hi. cofkLrew eyes into Carter. The latter uttei-ed not a wo. d n,id crave no sio-n of either acqmescence or demal. " You see th^ cotton is sure to come," contmued the stout man Srawing his ocular corkscrew for a moment "n^w whatlpro^ose is, that you put in the cai^tal^^or ^^^^ greater part of it, and that I do the work and g^ve jouthe fion's shire of th^ profits. I can't furmsh tiie c^p. 1 and vou can You can't do the work, and I can. Oi suppose iZarantee you a certain sum on each bale, Colonel, for aluXd th'ousand dollars, I promise you a square profit "^V^Ir'rlLViftistl to pay so well, why don't you an in alone ?" asked Carter. ^ Mr Walker pointed at his coarse grey trousers and then took hold of the frayed edge of his coarse grey coat. "See here. Colonel," said he. "The man who wears this cloth hasn't a hundred thousand dollars ^'^^J, , ^'^^ i I knew you in old times I used to go ^" ?^y ^>-°^£°,*;„^^ hope to do it again-not that I care for it. Thats one 410 Miss 11 a vex el's Conversion reason I don't go in alone — a short "bank balance. Another is that I haven't the influence at lieadquarters that you have. I need your name as well as your money to put the busi- ness through quick and sure. That's why I offer you four fifths of the profits. Colonel, it's a certain thing and a good thmo-. I am positively astonished at finding any hesitation in a man in your pecuniary condition." " What do you know about my condition ?" demanded Carter imperiously. " Well, it's my interest to know," replied Walker, whose cunning fat smile did not quail before the Colonel's leonine roar and toss of mane. " I have bought up a lot of your debts and notes. I got them for an average of sixty, Col- onel." " You paid devilish dear, and made a bad investment," said Carter, " I wouldn't have given thirty." A bitter smile twisted his lips as he thought how poor he was, how bad his credit was, and how mean it was to be poor and discredited. " Perhaps I have. I believe I have, unless you go into this cotton. I bought them to induce you to go into it. I thought you would oblige a man who relieved you from forty or fifty duns. I took a four thousand dollar risk on you. Colonel." Carter scowled and stopped smoking. He did not know what W^alker could do with him ; he did not much be- lieve that he legally could do anythmg ; his creditors never had done more than dun him. But High Authority might perhaps be led to do unpleasant thmgs: for instance, in the way of relieving him from his position, if the fact should be forced upon its notice, that so responsible an officer as the chief quartermaster of the Gulf Department was bur- dened by private indebtedness. At all events it was un- pleasant to have a grasping, intriguing, audacious fellow like Walker for a creditor to so large an amount. It would be a fine thing to get out of debt once for all ; to astonish his duns (impertinent fellows, some of them) by Fko:m Secession to Loyalty. 417 settling eveiy solitary bill mth interest ; to be rich once for all, without clanger of recnrrmg poverty ; to be rich enough to force promotion. Other officials — quartermas- ters, paymasters, etc. — Avere going in for cotton on the strength of Government deposits. The influenza had caught the Colonel ; indeed it was enough to corrupt any man's honesty to breathe the moral atmosphere of 'Nevf Or- leans at that time ; it could taint the honor derived from blue ancestral blood and West Point professional pride. Carter did not, however, give way to his oily Mephis- topheles during this mterview. Walker's victory was not so sudden as Mrs. Larue's ; his temptation was not so well suited as hers to the character of the victim ; the love of lucre could not compare as a force with /e clivhi se7ts du genesiacjue. It was not until Walker had boldly threatened to brmg his claims before the General Commanding, not until the army had well nigh reached the Red River, not until the chance of investment had almost passed, that the Colonel became a speculator. Once resolved, he acted with audacity, according to his temperament. But here, unfortunately for the curious reader, we enter upon cavern- ous darkness, where it is impossible to trace out a story except by hazardous inference, our only guides being com- mon rumor, a fragment of a letter, a conversation half- overheard, and other circumstances of a like unsatisfactory nature. Before giving my narrative publicity I feel bound to state that the entire series of alleged events may be a fiction of the excited popular imagination, founded on facts which might be explained in accordance with an as- sumption of Carter's innocence, and official honor. I am inclined to believe, or at least to admit, that he drew a large sum (not less than one hundred thousand dollars) of the Government money in his charge, and placed it in the hands of his agent for the purchase of cot- ton from the planters of the Red River. It is probable that Walker expected to complete the transaction withm a month, and to place the cotton, or the proceeds of it, in 418 Miss R a vex el's Conversion the hands of his principal early enough to enable the latter to show a square balance on his official return at the close of the current quarter. Such claims as might come in during this period could be put off by the plea of " no funds," or the safer devices of, " disallowed," — " papers returned for correction," etc., etc. That the cotton could be sold at a monstrous profit was unquestionable. At New Orleans there were greedy capitalists, who had not been lucky enough to get into the Ring, and so accompany the expedition, who were anxious to pay cash down for the precious commodity immediately on its arrival at the levee, or even before it quitted the Red River. Iso body entertained a doubt of the military and commercial suc- cess of the great expedition, with its fleet, its veteran in- fantry, its abundant cavalry, all splendidly equipped, and its strategic combination of concentric columns. Even rabid secessionists were infected by the mania, and sought to invest their gold in cotton. It is probable that Carter's hopes at this time were far higher than his fears, and that he pretty confidently expected to see himself a rich man inside of sixty days. I am telling my story, the reader perceives, on the presumption that rumor has correctly stated these mysterious events. If the materials for the tale were only attainable it would be a delightful thmg to follow the coipulent Walker through the peaceful advance and sangumary retreat of the great expedition. It is certain that from some quarter he obtained command of a vast capital, and that, in spite of liis avoirdupois, he was alert and indefatigable in seek- ing opportunities for investment. Had Mars been half as adroit and watchful in liis strategy as this fiit old Mercury was m his speculations, Shreveport would have been taken, and Carter would have made a quarter of a million. But the God of Lucre had great reason to grumble at the God of War. It was in vain that Mercury lost fifty pounds of flesh in sleepless lookout for chances, in audacious rides to plantations haunted by guerrillas, shot at from swamps, Fiio:m Secession to Loyalty. 419 and thickets, half starved or living on raw pork and hard- tack, bargaining nearly all night after riding all day, un- tirino- as a savage, zealous as an abolitionist, sublime in his passion for gain. Mars incautiously stretched his splendid army over thirty miles of road, and saw it beaten in de- tachments by a force one quarter smaller, and vastly in- ferior in discipline and equipment. There was such a panic at Sabme Cross Roads as had not been seen since Bull Run. Cavalry, artillery, and infantry, mingled to- gether m hopeless confusion, rushed in wild flight across the open fields, or forced their way down a narrow ro'ad encumbered with miles of abandoned baggage wagons. Through this chaos of terror advanced the saviours of the dav, the heroic First Division of the Xineteenth Corps, marching calmly by the flank, hooting and jeering the runaways, filing into line within grape range of the enemy, and opening a withering fire of musketry which checked until nightfall the victorious, elated, impetuous Rebel masses. Then came an extraordinary midnight retreat of twenty miles, and in the afternoon of the next day a hardly- won, unimproved victory. The first division of the Xine- teenth Corps, and seven thousand men of the Sixteenth Corps, the one forming the right and the other the left, resisted for hours the violent charges of the rebels, and then advanced two miles, occupying the field of battle. The soldiers were victorious, but the General was beaten. A new retreat was ordered, and Mercury went totally to grief The obese Walker was last seen by loyal eyes on the night which followed the barren triumph of Pleasant Hill. He had had his horse shot under him in the begmning of the fightmg at Sabine Cross Roads, while in advance of the column ; had efiected a masterly retreat, partly on foot and partly on a Government mule which he took from a negro driver, who had cut it loose from an entangled waggon ; had fed himself abundantly from the havresacks of defunct rebels on the field of victory ; and then had he- 420 Miss Ravenel's Conversion roically set to work to make the best of circumstances. Believing with the confidence of his sanguine nature that the army would advance in the mornmg, he started on his mule, accompanied by two comrades of the Ring, for the house of a neighboring planter, to whom it is supposed that he had advanced cash for cotton. Xo one knows to this day what became of him, or of his funds, or invest- ments, or fellow adventurers. All alike disappeared utterly and forever from the knowledge of the Union army when the three rode into that night of blood and groans beyond the! flickermg circle of light, thrown out by the camp fires. The news of the calamity, we may suj^pose, nearly par- alyzed Carter. Defalcation, trial by court-martial, dis- graceful dismissal from the service, hard labor at Tortugas, ball and chain, a beggared family, a crazed wife, must have made up a terrific spectre, advancing, close at hand, unavoidable, pitiless. It Avould be a laborious task to an- alyze and fully conceive the feelmgs of such a man in such a position. Xaturally and with inexorable logic followed the second act of the moral tragedy. A deed which some men would call merely a blunder led straight to another deed which all men would call a crime. He could not, as men have sometimes done, hope to annul his indebtedness by the simple commission of murder. Irresistible necessity drove him (if our hypothetical tale is correct) into a species of Avickedness which was probably more repugnant to his peculiarly educated conscience than the taking of human life. Carter wanted, we will say, one hundred and ten thou- sand dollars to make himself square with the United States and his private creditors. Looking over the Government property for wliich he had receipted and was responsible, he found fifteen steamboats, formerly freight or passenger boats on the Mississij^pi and its branches, but now regular transports, part of them lying idly at the levee, the others engaged in carrying reinforcements to the army at Grande Ecore or in bringing back the sick and wounded. If ten Fkom Secession to Loyalty. 421 of these boats were sold at an average of ten thousand dollars apiece and re-bought at an average of twenty-five thousand dollars apiece, the transaction would furnish a profit of "one hundred and fifty thousand dollars, which would settle all his debts, besides furnishing collusion- money. Fu'st, he wanted a nominal purchaser, who had that sort of honor which is necessary among thieves, fortune enough to render the story of the purchase plausi- ble, and character enough to impose on the public. Carter went straight to a man of known fortune, born in Xew Orleans, high in social position, a secessionist who had taken the oath of allegiance. Mr. Hollister was a small and thin gentleman, with sallow and hollow cheeks, black eyes, ii'on gray hair, mellow voice, composed and elegant manners. His air, notwithstanding his small size, was remarkably dignified, and his expression was so calm that it would have seemed benignant but for a most nnhappy eye. It was startlingly black, with an agitated flicker in it, like the flame of a candle blowing in the wind ; it did not seem to be pursuing any object without, but rather flying from some horrible thought within. What intrigue or crime or suflering it was the record of it is not worth while to inquire. There had been many dark things done or planned in Louisiana during the lifetime of Mr. Hollis- ter. His age must have been sixty-five, although the fresh- ness of his brown morning suit, the fineness and fit of his linen, the neat brush to his hair, the clean shave on his face, took ten years off" his shoulders. As he dabbled in stocks and speculations, he had his office. He advanced to meet the chief quartermaster, shook hands with respectful cor- diality, and conducted him to a chair with as much polite- ness as if he were a lady. " You look pale. Colonel," he said. " Allow me to offer you a glass of brandy. Trying season, this last summer. There was a time when I never thought of facing our cli- mate all the year round." Taking out of a cupboard one of the many bottles of 422 Miss Ra vex el's Conversion choice old cognac with which he had enriched his wine- cellar, before the million of former days had dwindled to the hundred thousand of to-day, he set it beside a pitcher of ice-water and some glasses which stood on a table. The Colonel swallowed half a tumbler of pure brandy, and dashed some water after it. The broker mixed a weak slino;, and sipped it to keep his visitor in countenance. " Mr. Hollister," said Carter, " I hope I shall not offend you if I say that I know you have suffered heavily by the war." " I shall certainly not be offended. I am obliged to you for showing the slightest interest in my affairs." " You have taken the oath of allegiance — haven't you ?" Mr. Hollister said " Yes," and bowed respectfully, as if saluting the United States Government. " It is only fair that you should obtain remuneration for your losses." The black eyes flashed a little under the iron-gray, bushy eyebrows, but the sallow face shoAved no other sign of interest and none of impatience. " I know of a transaction — an investment — " pursued Carter, " which will probably enable you to pocket — to re- alize — perhaps twenty thousand dollars." " I should be indebted to you for life. Whatever ser- vice I can render in return will be given with all my heart." " It requires secrecy. May I ask you to pledge your word ?" " I pledge it. Colonel — my word of honor — as a Louisi- ana gentleman." Carter drew a long breath, poured out another dose of brandy, partially raised it and then set it, down without drmking. " There are ten river steamboats here," he went on — " ten transports which are not wanted. I have received a message from headquarters to the effect that we no longer need our present large force of transports. The ai-my will Fro:m: Secessiox to Loyalty. 423 not retreat from Grande Ecore. It is sufficiently reinforced to go to Bhrereport. I am empowered to select eight of these transports for sale — you understand." " Precisely," bowed Hollister. " If the army advances, of course it does not need transports." As to the military information he neither believed nor disbelieved, knowing well that the Colonel would not honestly tell him anything of consequence on that score. " Well, they will be sold," added Carter, after a pause, during which he vainly tried to imagine some other method of covering his enormous defalcation. " They will be sold at auction. They will probably bring next to nothing. I propose that you be present to buy them." The broker closed his eyes for a moment or two, and when he had opened them he had made his calculations. He inferred that the United States Government was not to profit much by the transaction ; that, in plain words, it was to be cheated out of an amount of property more or less considerable ; and, being a Confederate at heart, he had no objection. " Why not have a private sale ?" he asked. " It is contrary to the Regulations." " Ah ! Then it might be well not to have the auction made too public." " I suppose so. Perhaps that can be arranged." " I can arrange it, Colonel. If I may select the parties to be present, men of straw, you understand — the auction will wear a sufficient air of publicity, and will yet be sub- stantially a private sale. All that is easily enough man- aged, provided we first understand each other thoroughly. Listen, if you please. The ten steamboats are worth, we will say, an average of twenty-five thousand dollars, or two hundred and fifty thousand for the lot. If I buy them for an average of ten thousand, which is respectable " Here he looked gravely at Carter, and, seeing assent in his eyes, continued. " If I buy them at an average of ten thousand, there 424 Miss Ravexel's Coxveksiox will remain a profit — in case of sale — of one hundred and fifty thousand. That is very well — exceedingly well. Of course I should only demand a moderate proportion of so large a sum. But there are several other things to be con- sidered. If I am to pay cash down, it will oblige me to borrow immensely, and perhaps to realize at a loss by forcing sales of my stocks. In that case I should want — say a third — of the profit in order to cover my risk and my losses, as well as my expenses in the way of — to be plain — hush-money. If I can pay by giving my notes, and moreover can be made sure of a j^urchaser before the notes mature, I can afford to undertake the job for one sixth of the profits, which I estimate to be twenty-five thousand dollars." There was a flash of pleasure in Carter's eyes at discov- ering that the broker was so moderate m his expectations. There was a similar glitter in the dark orbs of Hollister at seeing that the Colonel tacitly accepted his ofl:er, from which he would have been willing to abate a few thousands rather than lose the job. " The boats will have to go before an Inspector before they can be sold," said the Colonel, after a few moments of reverie, duruig which he drank off his brandy. " I hope he will be amenable to reason," said Hollister. " Perhaps he will need a couple of thousands or so before he will be able to discover his Ime of duty. It may an- swer if he is merely ignorant of steamboats." " Of course he is. What can an army officer know about steam engmes or hulls ?" " I will see that he is posted. I will see thai he has en- tirely satisfactory evidence concerning the worthless nature of the jDroperty from the captains, and engineers, and carpenters. That will require — say three thousand — possibly twice that. I will advance the money for these incidental expenses, and you will reimburse me one half when the transaction is complete." The Colonel looked up uneasily, and made no reply. From Secession to Loyalty. 425 He did not want to make money out of the swindle : curiously enough he still had too much conscience, too much honor, for that ; but he must be sure of enough to clear off his defalcation. " Well, we will see about that afterward," comj^romised Hollister. " I will pay these expenses and leave the ques- tion of reimbursement to you. By the way, what are the names of the boats ? I know some of them." " Queen of the South, Queen of the West, Pelican, Cres- cent City, Palmetto, Union, Father of Waters, Red River, Gulf State, and Massachusetts," repeated Carter, ^dth a pause of recollection before each title. The broker laughed. " I used to own three of them. I know them all, except the Massachusetts, which is a northern boat. All in run- ning order ?" "Yes. Dirty, of course." " Very well. Now jDcrmit me to make out a complete l^rogramme of the transaction. The boats are recommended for the action of an Inspector. I see to it that he receives sufficient evidence to prove their imserviceable condition. It is ordered that they be sold at j^ublic auction. I pro- vide the persons who are to be present at the auction. These men — my agents — will purchase the boats at a net cost of one hundred thousand dollars, for which they will give my notes payable a month from date. ^\"ithin the month I am supposed to refit the boats and make them serviceable, while the Government is certain to need them back again. I then sell them to you — the purchasing agent of the Government — for a net sum of at least two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. I receive my notes back, and also a cash balance of one hundred and thirty thousand dollars, of which I only take thirty thousand, leaving the rest in your hands under a mutual pledge of confidence. I desire to make one final suggestion, which I consider of great importance. It would be well if the boats, when re-bought, should accidentally take fire and 426 Miss Ravenel's Conversion be destroyed, as it would prevent inspection as to the amount which I might have expended in repairs. Colonel, is that perfectly to your satisfaction ?" The unfortunate, unhappy, degraded officer and gentle- man could only reply, " Yes." Such is the sup^^osed secret history of this scandalous stroke of business. It is only certain that the boats M^ere inspected and condemned; that at an auction, attended by a limited number of respectably dressed persons, they were sold for sums varying from seven to fifteen thousand dollars ; that the amounts were all paid in the notes of L. M. Hollister, a well-known broker, and capitalist of sup- posed secession proclivities ; that within a month the trans- ports were repurchased by the Government at sums vary- ing from fifteen to thirty thousand dollars ; that thus a net profit of one hundred and fifty thousand dollars accrued to the said Hollister ; and that three days after the sale the boats cauo-ht fire and burned to the water's eds^e. Of course there was talk, perhaps unjustifiable ; suspicions, which perhaps had no foundation in fact. But there was no investigation, possibly no serious cause for it, probably no chance for it. Colonel Carter sent a square balance-sheet to the Quar- termaster's Department at Washmgton, and paid all his private debts in 'New Orleans. But he grew thin, looked anxious, or ostentatiously gay, and resumed to some ex- tent his habits of drinking. Once he terrified his wife by remaining out all night, explaining when he came home in the morning that he had been up the river on pressing business. The truth is that the Colonel had got himself stone-blind drunk, and had slept himself sober in a hotel. FROii Secession to Loyalty. 427 CHAPTER XXXI. A TORTURE -V^'HICH MIGHT HAVE BEEN SPARED. A WEEK after the conflagration Carter received his com- mission as Brigadier-General. His first impression was one of exultation : his enemies and his adverse fate had been beaten ; he was on the road to distinction ; he could wear the silver star. Then came a feeling of despondency and fear, while he remembered the crime into which he had been driven, as he thought or tried to think, by the lack of this just recognition of his services. Oh the bitterness of good fortune, long desired, which comes too late ! "A month ago this might have saved me," he muttered, and then burst into curses upon his political opponents, his creditors, himself, all those who had brought about his ruin. " My only crime ! The only ungentlemanly act of my life ]" was another phrase which dropped from his lips. Doubtless he thought so: many people of high social posi- tion hold a similarly mixed moral creed ; they allow that a gentleman may be given to expensive immoralities, but not to money-getting ones ; that he may indulge in wine, women, and play, but not m swindlmg. All over Europe this curious ethical distinction prevails, and very naturally, for it springs out of the conditions of a hereditary aristo- tracy, and makes allowance for the vices to which wealthy nobles are tempted, but not for vices to which they are not tempted. A feeble echo of it has traversed the ocean, and influenced some characters in America both for good and for evil. Carter was almost astonished at the child-like joy, so contradictory to his own angry remorse, with which Lillie received the news of his promotion. " Oh ! — My General !" she said, colormg to her forehead 428 Miss Ravexel's Cox tee sign with delight, after a single glance at the commission which he dropped into her lap. She rose up and gave him a mock military salute ; then sprang at him and covered his bronzed face and long mustache with kisses. " I am so happy ! They have done you justice at last — a little justice. Oh, I am so glad and proud ! I am going Avith you to buy the star. You shall let me choose it." Then, her mind taking a forward leap of fifteen years, she added, " We will send Rav^^e to West Point, and he shall be a general, too, He isgomg to be very intelligent. And brave, also. He isn't in the least timid." Carter laughed for the first time smce he had received the commission. " My dear," said he, " Ravvie will probably become a general long after I have ceased to be one. I am a volun- teer. I am only a general while the war lasts." " But the war will last a long time," hopefully replied the monster in woman's guise, who loved her husband a hundred times as much as she did her country. " There is one unpleasant result of this promotion," ob- served Carter. " What ! You are not going to the field ?" asked Lil- lie, clutching him by the sleeve. " Oh, don't do that !" " My little girl, I cannot hold my present jDosition. A Brigadier-General can't remain quartermaster, not even of a department. I must resign it and report for duty. Headquarters may order me to the field, and I certainly ought to go." " Oh no ! It can't be necessary. To think that this should come just when we were so happy. I wish you hadn't been promoted." "My darling, you want to make a woman of me," he said, holding her close to his side. " I must show myself a man, now that my manhood has been recognized. My honor demands it." He talked of his honor from long habit ; conscious, how- ever, that the word stung him. Feom Secession to Loyalty. 429 "But don't ask to be sent to the field," pleaded Lillie. " Resign your place and report for duty, if you must. But please don't ask to be sent to the field. Promise me that ; won't you ?" Looking into his wife's tearful eyes, mth his strong and plump hands on her sloping shoulders, the Colonel prom- ised as she asked him. But that evening, Avriting from his office, he sent a communication to the headquarters of the Department of the Gulf, requestmg that he might be re- lieved from his quartermastership and assigned to duty with the army in the field. What else should he do ? He had proved himself unfit for family life, unfit for business ; but, by (this and that and th» other) he could command a brigade and he could fight. He would do what he had done, and could do again, with credit. Besides, if he should win distinction at Grande Ecore, it might prevent an in- vestigation into that infernal muddle of cotton and steam- boats. A great deal is pardoned by the public, and even by the War Department, to courage, capacity, and success. In a few days he received orders from the General com- manding, directing him to report to the headquarters of the army in the field. He signed his last quartermaster papers gaily, kissed his wife and child sadly, shook hands with Ravenel and Mrs. Larue, and took the first boat up the river. Lillie was amazed and shocked at discovering how little she missed him. She accused herself of bemg wicked and heartless ; she would not accept the explanation that she v>'as a mother. It was all the more hateful in her to for- get him, she said, noAV that he was the father of her child. Still, she could not be miserable ; she was almost always happy with her baby. Such a lovely baby he was ; charm- ing because he was heavy, because he ate, because he slept, because he cried ! His wailing troubled her because it denoted that he was ill at ease, and not because the sound was in itself disagreeable to her ear. If she heard it at a little distance from the house, for instance when re- T 430 Miss Ravexel's Conversion returning from a walk, she quickened her step and smiled gaily, saj^ing, " He is alive. You will see how he will stop when I take him." People who feel so strongly are rarely interesting ex- cept to those who share their feelings, or who have learned to love them under any circumstances, and though all the metamorphoses of which a single character is capable. She would have been perfectly tedious at this period to any or- dinary acquaintance who had not been initiated into the sweet mystery of love for children. Her character and con- versation seemed to be all solved in the great alembic of maternity. She was a mother as passionately as she had been a betrothed and a wife ; and indeed it appeared as if this culminating condition of her womanhood was the most absorbing of all. This exquisite life, delicious in spite of her occasional anxieties and self-reproaches concerning her husband, flowed on ^Tithout much mixture of trouble until one day she picked up a letter on the floor of her father's study which opened to her a hitherto inconceivable foun- tain of bitterness. Let us see how this unfortunate manu- script found its way into the house. Doctor Ravenel, deprived for the last two years of his accustomed summer trip to Europe, or the north, or other countries blessed with a mineralogy, sought health and amusement in long walks about Xew Orleans and its flat, ugly vicinity. Lillie, who used to be his comrade in these exercises, now took constitutionals in the pony carriage or in company T\Tlth the wicker wagon of Master Ravvie. These strolls of the Doctor were therefore somewhat dull business. A country destitute of stones was to him much like a language destitute of a literature. He fell into a way of walking without paying much attention to his sur- roundings, revolving the while new systems of mineralogy, crystallizing his knowledge into novel classifications, re- calling to memory the characteristics of his specimens, as Lillie recollected the giggles and cunning ways of her baby. In one of these absent-minded moods he was surprised by From Secessio?^ to Loyalty.. 431 a heavy shower, three or four miles from home. The only shelter was a deserted shanty, once probably the dwelling of a free negro. A minute or two after the Doctor found himself in its single room, and before he had discovered the soundest part of its leaky roof, a man in the imdress uniform of a United States officer, dripping wet, reeled into the doorway, mth the observation, " By Jove ! this is w^atering my rum." The Doctor immediately recognized in the herculean fonn, bronzed face, black eyes and twisted nose, the personality of Lieutenant Yan Zandt. He had not seen him for nearly two years, but the man's appearance and voice were un- forgettable. The Doctor was charitable in philosophising concerning coarse and vicious people, but he abominated their society and always avoided it if possible. He looked about him for a means of escape and found none ; the man filled up the only door-way, and the rain was descending in torrents. Accordingly the Doctor turned his back on the Lieutenant and ruminated mineralogy. " I prefer plain whisky," continued Van Zandt, staring at the rain with a contemptuous grin. " I don't want, by Jove ! so much water in my grog. None of your mixed drinks, by Jove ! Plain whisky !" After a minute more of glaring and smiling, he remarked, " Dam slow business, by Jove ! Van Zandt, my bully boy, we won't wait to see this thing out. We'll turn in." Facing about with a lurch he beheld the otfier inmate of the shanty. " Hullo !" he exclaimed. Then recollecting the breeding of his youth, he added, " I beg pardon, sir. Am I mtrud- ing?" " N'ot at all ; of course not," replied Ravenel. " Our rights here are the same." " I aiji glad to hear it. And, by the way, have the kind- ness to understand me, sir. I didn't mean to insinuate that I supposed this to be your residence. J[.only thought that you might be the proprietor of the estate." 432 Miss Kavexel's Conversion * "Xot so unfortunate," said tlie Doctor. The Lieutenant laughed like a twelve-pound brass how- itzer, the noisiest gun, I believe, in existence. " Very good, sir. The more a man owns here in Louis- iana, the poorer he is. That's just my opinion, sir. I feel honored in agreeing with you, sir. By Jove, I own noth- ing. I couldn't afford it — on my pay." A stream of water from a hole in the roof was pattering on his broad back, but he took no notice of it, and probably was not conscious of it. He stared at the Doctor with un- blinking, bulgmg eyes, not in the least recollecting him, but perfectly conscious that he was -in the presence of a gentleman. Drunk or sober, Van Zandt never forgot that he came of old Knickerbocker stock, and never failed to accord respect to aristocratic demeanor wherever he found it. " I beg your pardon, sir," he resumed. " You must ex- cuse me lor addressing you in this free and easy way. I only saw you indistmctly at first, sir, and couldn't judge as to your social position and individual character. I per- ceive that you are a gentleman, sir. You will excuse me for mentioning that I coP-ie of an old Knickerbocker family which dates in American history from the good old jolly Dutch times of Peter Stuyvesant — God bless his jolly old Dutch memory ! You Tvill understand, sir, that a man who feels such blood as that in his veins is glad to meet a o;entleman anywhere, even in such a cursed old hovel as this, as leaky and rickety, by Jove ! as the Southern Con- federacy. And, sir, in that connection allow me to say, hoping no offence if you hold a contrary opmion, that the Confederacy is played out. We licked them on the Red River, sir. The bully old First Division — God bless its ragged old flags ! I can't speak of them without feeling my eyes water — much as I hate the fluid — the jolly, fight- ing old First Division fairly murdered them at Sabme Cross Roads. At Pleasant Hill the old First, and Andrew Jackson Smith's western boys laid them out over two FROii Secession to Loyalty. 433 miles square of prairie. If we had had a cracker in our havresacks ^ye would have gone bang up to Shreveport — if we had had a cracker apiece, and the firm of W. C. Do you know what I mean, sir, by W. C ? Weitzel and Car- ter ! Those are the boys for an advance. That's the firm that our brigade and division banks on. TVeitzel and Carter would have taken us to Shreveport, with or without crackers, by Jove ! We wanted nothmg but energy. If we had had half the go, the vim, the forward march, to lead us, that the rebels had, we would have finished the war in the southwest. We must take a leaf out of Johnny Reb's book. Fas est ah hosted doceri. I believe I quote correctly. If not, please correct me. By the way, did I mention to you that I am a graduate of Columbia CoUert'e in Xew York City ? Allow me to repeat the statement. I have reason to be proud of the fact, inasmuch as I took the Greek salutatory, the second highest honor, sir, of the graduation. You are a college man yourself, sir, I per- ceive, and can make allowance for my vanity in the cir- cumstance. But I am wandering fron my subject. I was speakmg, I believe, of Colonel Carter — I beg his pardon — General Carter. At last, sir, the Administration has done justice to one of the most gallant and capable ofiicors in the service. So much the better for the Administration. Colonel Carter — I beg pardon — General Carter is not only an oflicer but a gentleman ; not one of those plebeian hum- bugs whom our ridiculous Democracy delights 4o call nature's gentlemen; but a gentleman born and bred — 1171 echayitillon de bonne race — a jet of pure old sangre azul. I, who am an old Knickerbocker — as I believe I had the honor to inform you — I delight to see such men put for- ward. Don't you, sir ?" The Doctor admitted with a polite smile that the promo- tion of General Carter gave him pleasure. " I knew it would, sir. You came of good blood your- self. I can see it in your manners and conversation, sir. "Well, as I was saymg, the promotion of Carter is one of T 434 Miss Rave x el's Conversion the most intelligent mores of the Admmistration. Carter— I \)eg pardon — I don't mean to insinuate that I am on familiar terms with him — I acknowledge him as my supe- rior officer and keep my distance — General Carter is born for command and for victory. Wherever he goes he con- quers. He is triumphant in tJie field and in the boudoir. He is victorious over man and women. By Jove, sir," (here he gave a saturnine chuckle, and leer.) " I came across the most amusing proof of his capacity for bringing the fair sex to a surrender." The Doctor grew uneasy, and looked out anxiously at the pouring rain, but saw no chance of effecting an escape. " You see, sir, I am wounded," continued Van Zandt. " They gave me a welt at Port Hudson, and they gave me another at Pleasant Hill." " 3Iy dear sir, you will catch your death, standing un- der the drippmg in that way," said the Doctor. " Thank you, sir," replied Van Zandt, changhig his posi- tion. "Xo great harm, however. Water, sir, doesn't hurt me, unless it gets into my whiskey. Exteriorly it is simply disagreeable ; interiorly the same, as well as in- jurioas. Xot that I am opposed to bathing. On the con- trary, it is my practice to take a sponge bath every morn- ing — that is, Avlien I don't sleej) withui musket range of the enemy. Well, as I was saying, they gave me a welt at Pleasant Hill — a mere flesh wound through the thigh — nothing worth blathering about — and I was sent to St. James Hospital. I can't stand the hospital. I don't fancy the fare at the milk-toast table, sir. (This with a grimace of unutterable disgust.) I took out a two-legged leave of absence to-day, and went over to the Lake House ; lost my horse there, and had to foot it back to the city. That is how I came to have the pleasure of listening to your con- versation here, sir. But I believe I was speaking of Gen- eral Carter. Some miserable light wine which I had the folly to drink at the Lake has muddled my head, I fancy. Plain whisky is the only safe thmg. Allow me to recom- Feom Secession to Loyalty. 435 mend you to stick to it, I wish we had a canteen of hon- est commissary now ; we coukl pass the night very comfortably, sir. But I was speaking of General Carter, and liis qualities as an officer. Ah ! I remember. I men- tioned a letter, ^nd, by Jove ! here it is in my breast- pocket, soaked with this cursed water. If you will .have the goodness to peruse it, you will see that I am not ex- aggeratmg when I boast of the conquests of my superior officer. The lady frankly owns up to the fact that she has surrendered to him ; no caj^itulation, no terms, no honors of war ; unconditional surrender, by Jove ! a U. S. G. sur- render. It is an unreserved coming down of the coon." " It is one of Lillie's letters," thought Ravenel. " This drunkard does not know that the General is married, and mistakes the frank affi?ction of a wife for the illicit passion of an intriguante. It is best that I should expose the mis- take and prevent further misrepresentation." He took the moist, blurred sheet, unfolded it, and found the envelope carefully doubled up inside. It was addressed to " Colonel J. T. Carter," with the addition in one corner of the word " personal." The handwriting was not Lillie's, but a large, round hand, foreign in style, and, as he judged, feigned. Glancing at the chirography of the note itself, he immediately recognized, as he thought, the small, close, neat penmanship of Mrs. Larue. Van Zandt was too drunk to notice how j^ale the Doctor turned, and how his hand trembled. " By Jove ! I am tired," said the Bacchanal. " I shall, with your permission, take the d — st nap that ever was heard of since the days of the seven sleepers. Don't be alarmed, sir, at my snoring. I go off like a steamboat bursting its boiler." Tearing a couple of boards from the wall of the shanty, he laid them side by side in one corner, selected a blackened stone, from the fire-place for a pillow, put his cap on it, stretched himself out ^Hth an inebriated smile, and was fast asleep before the Doctor had decided whether he would 436 Miss Kavenel's Conversion or -svould not read the letter. He was most anxious to establish innocence; if there Tras any guilt, he did not want to know it. He ran over all of Mrs. Larue's conduct since the marriage, and could not call to mind a smgle cir- cumstance Avhich had excited in him a^ suspicion of evil. She was coquettish, and, he feared, nnprmcipled ; but he could not believe that she was desperately wicked. Nev- ertheless, as he did not understand the woman, as he er- roneously supposed her to be of an ardent, impulsive na- ture, he thought it possible that she had been fascinated by the presence of such a masculine bemg as Carter. Of him as yet he had no suspicion : no, he could not have been false, even in thought, to his young wife ; or, as Rav- enel j^hrased it to himself, " to my daughter." He would read the letter and probe the ugly mystery and discover the falsity of its terrors. As he unfolded the paper he was checked by the thought that to peruse unbidden a lady's^ correspondence was hardly honorable. But there was a reply to that : the mischief of publicity had already com- menced ; the sleeping drunkard there had read the letter. After all, it might be a mere joke, a burlesque, an April- Fool affair ; and if so, it was properly his business to dis- cover it and to make the explanation to Van Zandt. And if, on the other hand, it should be really a confession of criminal feeluig, it was his duty to be mformed of that also, in order that he might be able to protect the domestic peace of his daughter. He read the letter through, and then sat down on the door-sill, regardless of the driving rain. There was no charitable doubt possible m the matter ; the writer was a guilty woman, and she addressed a guilty man. The letter alluded clearly and even grossly to past assignations, and fixed the day and hour for a future one. Carter's name did not appear except on the envelope ; but his avocations and business hours were alluded to ; the fact of their voyage together to New York was mentioned ; there was no doubt that he was the man. The Doctor was more miserable than Feom Secession to Loyalty. 437 he remembered to have been before since tbe death of his Avite. After half an liour of wretched meditation, walking meanwhile up and down the puddles wliich had collected on the earthen floor of the shanty, he became aware that the rain had ceased, and set out on his miserable 'walk homeward. Should he destroy the letter ? Should he give it to Mrs. Larue and crush her ? Should he send it to Carter ? Should he show it to Lillie ? How could he answer any one of these horrible questions ? What right had Fate to put such questions to him ? It was not his crime. On reachmg home he changed his wet clothes, put the billet in his pocket-book, sat down to the dinner-table and tried to seem cheerful. But Lillie soon asked him, " What is the matter with you, papa ?" " I got wet, my dear. It was a very hard walk back through the mud. I am quite worn out. I believe I shall go to bed early." She repeated her question two or three times : not that she suspected the truth, or suspected anything more than just what he told her : but because she was anxious about his health, and because she had a habit of putting many questions. Even m the absorption of his inexj^licable trouble she worried him, so that he grew fretful at her im- portunity, and answered her cris^^ly, that he was well enough, and needed nothmg but quiet. Then suddenly he repented himself with invisible tears, wondering at his irrational and seemingly cruel peevishness, and seeming to excuse himself to himself by calling to mind that he was tormented on her account. He almost had a return of his vexation when Lillie commenced upon him about her hus- band, asking, " Isn't it time to hear, papa ? And how soon do you think I will get a letter ?" " Very soon, my dear," he replied gloomily, remember- ing the wicked letter m his pocket, and clenching his hands under the table to resist a sudden impulse to give it to her. 438 Miss Raven el's Conversion " I hope there will be no more battles. Don't you think that the fighting is over ?" " Perhaps it may be best for him to have a battle." " Oh no, papa ! He lias his promotion. I am perfectly satisfied. I don't want him to fight any more." - The father made no answer, for he could not tell her what he thought, which was that perhaps her husbandhad better die. It must be remembered that he did not know that the intrigue had terminated. " Here comes the little Brigadier," said Lillie, when the baby made his usual after-dinner irruption into the parlor. " Isn't he sweet ?" she asked for the ten thousandth time, as she took him from the hands of the nurse and put him m her father's lap. The cooing, jumping, clinging infant clawing at watch-chain, neck-tie and spectacles, soft, helpless and harmless, gave the Doctor the first emotion similar to happiness which he had felt for the last three hours. How we fly for consolation to the dependent in- nocence of childhood when we have been grievously and lastingly wounded by the perfidy or cruelty of the adult creatures in whom we had put our trust ! Stricken ones who have no children sometimes take up ^-ith dogs and cats, knowing that, if they are feeble, they are also faith- ful. But with the baby in his arms, Ravenel could not decide what to do with the baby's father; and so he handed the boy back to his mother, saying with more significance of manner than he intended, "There, my dear, there is your comfort." "Papa, you are sick," replied Lillie, looking at him anxiously. " Do lie down on the sofa." " I will go to my room and go to bed," said he. " It is eight o'clock ; and it will do me no harm if I sleep twelve hours to-night. Xow don't follow me, my child; don't tease me. I only want rest." After kissing her and the child he hurried away, for he heard Mrs. Larue coming through the back hall toward the parlor, and as frequently happens, the innocent had not the Feom Secession to Loyaltt. 439 audacity to face the guilty. In the passage he paused, glanced back through the crack of the door, and was amazed, almost infuriated, to see that woman kneel at Lillie's feet and fondle the baby ^vith her usual air of girl- ish gayety. " What infernal hypocrisy !" he muttered as he turned away, a little indignant at the giggling delight with which liavvie welcomed the well-known visitor. His charitable philosophy had all evaporated for the time, and he could not believe that this wicked creature had a spark of good in her, not even enough to smile upon a child honestly. To his mind the caresses which she lavished on Ravvie were part of a deep-laid plan of devilish deceit. Four wretched houi-s passed over him, and at midnight Jie was still undecided what to do. There were fathers in Louisiana who did not mind this sort of thing ; but he could not understand those fathers ; he minded it. There were fathers who would simply say to an erring son-in- law over a glass of wine, " Xow look here, my dear sir, you must be cautious about publicity ;" or Avho would quietly send Mrs. Larue her letter, with a note politely re- questing that she would make arrangements which would not interfere with the quiet of, " Yours very respectfully," etc. But such fathers could not love their daughters as he loved his, and could not have such a daughter as he had. To be false to Lillie was an almost un2:)aralleled crime — a crime wliich demanded not only reproach but punish- ment ; a crime which, if passed over, would derange the moral balance of the universe. It seemed to him that he must show Lillie the letter, and take her away from this unworthy husband, and carry her north or somewhither where she should never see him more. This was vrhat ought to be ; but then it might kill her. Late in the night, when he fell asleep on the outside of his bed, still dressed, his light still burning, the letter m his hand, he had not yet decided what to do. About dawn, awakened early as usual by the creeping 440 Miss Ravenel's Conversion of Ravvie, Lillie tlioiiglit of her father, and slipping on a clressiiiGr-^own, stole to his room to see if he were well or ill. She was alarmed to find him dressed, and looking pale and sunken. Before she had decided whether to let him sleep on, or to awaken him and tell him to go to bed as a sick man should, her eye fell upon the letter. It must be that which had made him so gloomy and strange. What could it be about ? Had he lost his place at the hospital ? That need not trouble him, for her husband had left her two thousand dollars in bank, and he would not object to have her share it with her father. Her husband was so generous and lovmg, that she could trust his affection for any thmg ! She was accustomed to open and read her fa- ther's letters without asking his permission. She took up this one, and glanced through it with delirious haste. The Doctor was awakened by a shriek of agony, and found Lillie senseless on the floor, with the open letter under her hand. Xow he knew what to do ; she must go far away at once — she must never again see her husband. CHAPTER XXXH. A MOST LOGICAL CONCLUSION. When Lillie came to her senses she A^-as lying on her father's bed. For some minutes he had been bending over her, watching her i:)ulse, bathiJig her forehead, tissing her, and calling her by name in a hoarse, frightened whisper. He was aware that msensibility was her best fiiend ; but he must know at once whether she would live or die. At first she lay quiet, silent, recollectmg, trying not to be- lieve ; then she suddenly plunged her face into the pillow with a groan of unspeakable anguish. It was not for five or ten minutes longer, not until he had called her by every imaginable epithet of pity and tenderness, that she turned Frox Secession to Loyalty. 441 toward him with another spasmodic throe, clasped his head to her bosom, and burst into an impetuous sobbing and low crying. Still she did not speak an mtelligible word ; her teeth were set firm, as if in bodily pain, and her sobs came through her parted lips ; she would not look at him either, and kept her eyes closed, or turned u^Dward distractedly. It seemed as if, even in the midst of her anguish, she was stung by shame at the nature of the ca- lamity, so insulting to her pride as a woman and wife. After a while this paroxysm ceased, and she lay silent again, while another icy wave of despair flowed over her, her consciousness bemg expressed solely in a trembling of her cheeks, her lips, and her fingers. "When he whispered, "TVe will go north, we will never come back here," • she made no sign of assent or objection. She did not answer him in any manner until he asked her if she wanted Ravvie ; but then she leaped at the proffered consolation, the gift of Heaven's pity, with a passionate " Yes !" For an anxious half hour the Doctor left her alone ^dth her child, knowing that it was the best he could do for her. One thing he must attend to at once. Steps must be taken to j^revent Mrs. Larue from crossing his daughter's sight even for a moment. See the woman himself he could not ; not, at least, until she were dead. He enclosed her billet to her m a sealed envelope, adding the following note, which cost him many minutes to write — " Madame : The accompanying letter has fallen into the hands of my daughter. She is dangerously ill. I hope that you will have the humanity not to meet her again." When the housemaid returned from delivermg the pack- age he said to her, " Julia, did you give it to Mrs. Larue ?" " Yes sah." "Did you give it into her own hands ?" " Yes sah. She was in bed, an' I gin it to herself." "What — how did she look?" asked' the Doctor after a moment's hesitation. T 2 442 Miss Ravexel's Coxveksion " She dicVn look nohow. She jess lit a match an' burned the letter up." Tlie Doctor was aghast at the horrible, hard-hearted corruptness implied by such coolness and forethought. But in point of fact, Mrs. Larue had been startled far beyond her common wont, and was now more profoundly grieved than she had ever been before in her life. " What a pity !" she said several times to herself " I have made them very miserable. I have done mischief when I meant none. Why didn't the stupid creature burn the letter ! I burned all his. What a pity ! AVell, at any rate it will go no farther." She had her trunks packed and drove immediately after breakfast to Carrollton, where she remained secluded in the hotel until she found a private boardmg house in the un- • frequented outskirts of the village. It the Ravenels moved away, her man servant was to mform her, so that she might return to her house. She realized perfectly the in- humanity of encountering Lillie, and was resolved that no such meeting should take place, no matter what might be the exj^ense of keeping up two establishments. In her pity and regret she was almost willing to sell her house at a loss, or shut it uj) mthout rent, and pinch herself in some northern city, supposing that the Ravenels concluded to stay in Xew Orleans. " I owe them that much," she thought, Tsith a consciousness of bemg generous, and not bad-hearted. Then she sighed, and said aloud, " Poor Lillie ! I am so sorry for her ! But she has a baby, and for liis -sake she will forgive her husband." And then a feelmg came over her that she would like to see the baby, and that it would have been a j^leasure to at least kiss it good-bye. The family mth which she lived consisted of a man of sixty and his wife, ^vith two unmarried daughters of twenty-eight and thirty, the parents Xew Englanders, the children born in Louisiana, but all alike orthodox, devout, silent, after the old fashion of Xew England. The father Fko^i Secession to Loyalty. 443 was a cotton broker, nearly- bankrupted by the Rebellion, and was glad for pecuniary reasons to receive a respect- able boarder. Such a household Mrs. Larue had chosen as an asylum, believmg that she would be benefited just now by an odor of sanctity, if it were only derived from propinquity. Something might get out ; Lillie might go delirious and make disclosures ; and it was well to build up a character for staidness. The idea of entering a con- vent she rejected'the moment that it occurred to her. " This is monastic enough," she thought with a repressed smile as she looked at the serious faces of her Presbyterian hosts male and female. The Aliens became as much infatuated with her as did the Chaplain on board the Creole, or the venerable D. D. in Xew York city. Her modest and retiring manner, her amiability, cheerfulness, and sprightly conversation, made her the most charmmg person in their eyes that they had ever met. The daughters regained somethmg of their blighted youthfulness under the sunny mfluences of her presence, aided by the wisdom of her counsel, and the cun- ning of her fingers in matters of the toilet. Mrs. Allen kissed her with motherly afiection every time that she bade the family good-night. The old trick of showing a mind ripe for conversion from Popery was played vnth the usual success. After she had left the house, and when she was once more receivmg and flirting m New Orleans, Mr. Allen used to excite her laughter by presenting her ^Tith tracts against Romanism, or lending her volumes of ser- mons by emment Protestant divines. Not that she ever laughed at him to his face : she would as soon have thought of striking him Avith her fist ; she was too good-natured and well-bred to commit either impertinence. For the sake of appearances she remained in the country a week or more after the Ravenels had left the city. Re- stored to her own house, she found herself somewhat lone- ly for lack of her relatives, and somewhat gloomy, or at least annoyed, when she thought of the cause of the 444 Miss Rayenel's Coxversiox separation. But there Avas no need of continning soli- tude ; any quantity of army society could be had by such New Orleans ladies as wished it ; and Mrs. Lainie finally resolved to break with treason, and flirt with loyalty in gilt buttons. In a short time her parlor was frequented by gentlemen who wore silver leaves and eagles and stars on their shoulders, and the loss of Colonel Carter was more than made up to her by the devotion of persons who were mightier in counsel and in war than he. The very latest news from her is of a highly satisfactory character. It is reported that she was fortunate enough to gain the special favor of an official personage very high in authoiity in some unmentionable departnient of the South, who, as a mark of his gratitude, gave her a permit to trade for seve- ral thousand bales of cotton. This curious billet-doux she sold to a Xew York speculator for fifteen thousand dol- lars, thereby re-establishmg her somewhat dila2>idated for- tunes. Just as a person whose dwelling falls about his head is sometimes preserved from death by some fragment of the wreck which prostrates him, but preserves him from the mass, so Lillie was shielded from the full pressure of her misery by a short fever, bringing with it a few days of delirium, and a long prostration, during which she had not strength to feel acutely. When we must bend or break, Nature often takes us in her own pitying hands, and lays ns gently upon beds of insensibility or semi-consciousness. Thanks be to Heaven for the merciful opiate of sickness ! During the fever two letters arrived from Carter, but Ravenel put them away ^-ithout showing them to the in- valid. For some time she did not inquire about her hus- band ; when she thought of him too keenly she asked with a start for her baby. Nature contmually led her to that tender, helpless, speechless, potent consoler. The moment it was safe for her to travel, Ravenel put her on board a vessel bound to New York, choosing a sailing craft, not only for economy's sake, but to secure the benefit of a Feom Secession to Loyalty. 445 lengthy voyage, and to keep longer away from all news of earth and men. She made no objection to going ; her f^ither wished it to be so ; it was right enough. The voy- age lasted three weeks, during which she slowly regamed strength, and as a consequence something of her old cheer- fulness and hopefulness. The Doctor had a strong faith that she would not be broken down by her calamity. ^ Xot only was her temper gay and remarkable for its elasticity, but her physical constitution seemed to partake of the same characteristics, and she had always recovered from sickness with rapidity. Xot a bit disposed to broodmg, taking a lively interest in whatever went on around her, she would not fall an easy pi4y to confirmed melancholy. The Doctor never alluded to her husband, and when Lillie at last mentioned his name, it was merely to say, " I hope he will not be killed." " I hope not," replied Ravenel gently, and stopped there. He could not, however, repress a brief glance of surprise and investigation. Could it be that she would come to forgive that man ? Had he been too hasty m dragging her away from Xew Orleans, and giving up the moderate salary which was so necessary to them both ? But no : it would kill her to meet Mrs. Larue : they must never go back to that Sodom of a city. The question of income was a serious one. He was nearly at the end of his own resources, and he had not suffered Lillie to draw any of her perfidious husband's money. But he did not dwell much on these pecuniary questions now, being chiefly occupied with the moral fu- ture of his child, wondermg much whether she would m- deed forgive her husband, and whether she would ever again be happy. Of course it was not until they reached Xew York that they learned the cTcnts which I must now relate. Carter joined the army at Grande Ecore just before it resumed field operations. Bailey's famous dam had let Porter out of his trap ; the monitors, the gunboats, the Ad- 446 Miss Ravexel's Conversion iniral, were on their way down the river ; it was too late to go to Shreveport, or to gather cotton ; and so the column set out rearward. That it was strong enough to take care of itself against any force which the rebels could bring to cut oif the retreat was well known ; and Carter assumed command of his new brigade with a sense of elation at the prospect of fighting, which he had little reason to doubt would be successful. By the last gunboat of the depart- hig fleet he sent his wife a letter, full of gay anticipations, and expressions of afiection, which she was destined never to ansAver. By the last transport which came to Grande Ecore arrived a letter from Ravenel, which, owmg to the hastiness of the march, did not reach him until the evening before the battle of Cane River. In the glare of a camp- fire he read of the destruction Avhich he had wrought in the peace of his own family. Ravenel spoke briefly and without reproaches of the discovery; stated that- he be- lieved it to be his duty to remove his child from the scene of such a domestic calamity ; that he should therefore take her to the north as soon as she was able to travel. " I beg that you will not force yourself upon her," he concluded. " Hitherto she has not mentioned your name to me, and I do not know what may be her feelings with regard to you. Some time she may jDardon you, if it is your desire to be pardoned. I cannot say. At present I know of nothing better than to take her away, and to ask your forbearance, m the name of her sickness and sufiering." This letter was a cruel blow to Carter. If the staif oflicers who sat Tvdth him around the camp-fire could have known how deeply and for what a purely domestic reason the seemingly stern and hard General was sufiering, they would have been very much amazed. He was poj^ularly supposed to be a man of the world, Avith bad morals and a calloused heart, which could neither feel much anguish of its own nor sympathise keenly Avith the anguish of other hearts. But the General was indeed so wretched that he could not talk with them, and could not even sit among Fkom Secession to Loyalty. 44T them in silence. He went on one side and walked for an hour up and down in the darkness. He tried to clear up the whole thing in his mmd, and decide distinctly what was the worst that had happened, and what was the best that could be done But his perceptions were very tumultuous and mcoherent, as is usually the case with a man when first overtaken by a great calamity. It was a horrible affair ; it was a cursed, infernal affair ; and that was about all that he could say to himself He was m- tolerably ashamed, as well as grieved and angry. He thought' very little about Mrs. Larue, good or bad ; he was not mean enough to curse her, although she had been more to blame than he ; only he did wish that he never had seen her, and did curse the day which brought them to- gether on the Creole. The main thing, after all, was that he had ill-treated his wife, and it did not matter who had been his accomplice in the wicked business. He set his teeth into his lips, and felt his eyes grow moist, as ho thought of her, sick and suffering because she loved him, and he had not been worthy of her love. Would she ever forgive him, and take him back to her heart ? He did not know. He would try to win her back; he would fight desperately, and distinguish himself; he would ofier her the best unpulses and bravest deeds of manhood. Perhaps if he should earn a Major-General's star and high fiime m the nation, and then should go to her feet, she would re- ceive him. A transitory thrill of pleasure shot through him as he thought of reconciliation and renewed love. At last the General was recalled to the fire to read or- ders which concerned the movements of the morrow, and to transmit them to the regiments of his own command. Then he had to receive two old friends, regular officers of the artillery, who called to congratulate him on his promo- tion. AVhiskey was produced for the visitors, and Carter himself drank freely to drown trouble. When they went away, about midnight, he found himself wearied out, and 448 Miss Raven el's Coxveksion very soon dropped asleep, for he was a soldier and could slumber under all circumstances. At Grande Ecore the Red River throws off" a bayou wliich rejoins it below, the two currents enclosing an island some forty miles in length. This bayou, now called the Cane River, was once the origmal stream, and in memory of its ancient grandeur flows between high banks alto- gether out of projDortion to its modest current. Over the dead level of the island the army had moved without be- ing opposed, or harassed, for the rebels had reserved their strength to crush it when it should be entangled in the crossing of the Cane River. Taylor with his xVrkansas and Louisiana infantry had followed the march closely but warily, always within striking distance but avoiding actual conflict, and now lay m line of battle only a few miles in rear of Andrew Jackson Smith's western boys. Polignac with his wild Texan cavalry had made a great circuit, and already held the bluffs on the southern side of the Cane River confronting Emory's two divisions of the Nineteenth Corps. The mam plan of the battle was simple and inevitable. Andrew Jackson Smith must beat off" the attack of Taylor, and Emory must abolish the obstacle- of Polignac. The veteran and wary commander of the Xmeteenth Corps had already decided how he would go over his ground, should he find it occupied by the enemy. He had before him a wood of considerable extent, then an oj^en plam eight hundred yards across, and then a valley in the nature of a ravine, at the bottom of which flowed a river, not fordable here, and with no crossing but a ferry. A single narrow road led down through a deep cut to the edge of the raj^id, muddy stream, and, startmg again from the other edge, rose through a similar gorge until it disap- peared from sight behind the brows of high bluffs crowned with pines. Under the pines and along the rim of the bluffs lay the line of Polignac. There had been no time to reconnoitre his dispositions; indeed, his presence in Fkom Secession to Loyalty. 449 strong force ^vas not yet positively known to the leaders of tlie Union army ; but if there, his horses had no doubt been sent to the rear, and his men formed to fight as in- fantry. And if this were so, if an army of several thou- sand Texan riflemen occupied this strong position, how should it be carried ? Emory had already decided that it would never do to butt at it in front, and that it could only be taken by a turnmg movement. Thus this part of the battle had a plan of its own. Such was the military situation upon Avhich our new Brigadier opened his heavy eyes at half-past three o'clock on the morning after gettmg that woeful letter about his wife. The army was to commence its march at half-past four, and Carter was aroused by the bustle of preparation from the vast bivouac. Thousands of men were engaged in rolling their blankets, putting on their equipments, wip- ing the dew from their rifles, and eatmg their hasty and unsavory breakfasts of hard-tack. Companies were falling in ; the voices of the first-sergeants were heard callmg the rolls ; long-drawn orders resounded, indicating the forma- tion of regimental lines-; the whinnies of horses, the bray- ing of mules, and the barkmg of dogs joined in the clamor ; but as yet there was no tramplmg of the march, no rolling of the wheels of artillery. Xothiug could be seen of this populous commotion except here and there where a for- bidden cooking-fire cast its red flicker over little knots of crouching soldiers engaged m preparing coffee. In the moment of coming to his senses, and before mem- ory had fully resumed its action, the General was vaguely conscious that something horrible was about to happen, or had already happened. But an old soldier is not long in wakmg up, especially when he has gone to sleep in the expectation of a battle, and Carter knew almost instanta- neously what was the nature of the burden that weighed upon his soul. He lay full dressed at the foot of a tree, with no shelter but its branches. He was quite still fi)r a minute or more, staring at the dark sky with steady, 450 Miss R a vex el's Coxversiox gloomy eyes. His first act was to put bis hand to the breast jDOcket of his blouse and draw out that cruel letter, as if to read it anew by the flicker of a fire which reached his resting place. But there was no need of that : he knew all that was in it as soon as he looked at the envelope ; he remembered at once even the blots and the position of the signature. Xext the sight of it angered him, and he thrust it back crumpled mto his pocket. There was no need, he felt, of making so much of the aflair ; such aftairs were altogether too common to be made so much of; he could not and would not see any sense in the Doctor's conduct. He sprang to his feet in his newly-found in- dignation, and glared fiercely around the bivouac of his brigade. " How's this ?" he growled. " I ordered that not a fire should be lighted. Mr. Yan Zandt, did you pass the or- der to every regiment last evening ?" " I did, sir," answers our old acquaintance, now a staflT oflicer, thanks to his Dutch courage, and his ability mth the pen. "Ride ofl* again. Stop those tires instantly. My God ! the fools want to tell the enemy just when we start." This outburst raised his spirits, and after swallowing a cocktail he sat down to breakfast with some appetite. The toughness of the cold boiled chicken, and the dryness and hardness of the army biscuit srerved as a further distrac- tion, and enabled him to utter a joke about such delicacies being very suitable for projectiles. But he was still ner- vous, uneasy, eager, driven by the sin which was past, and dragged by the battle which was before, so that any long reveling at the banquet was impossible. He quitted the empty cracker box which served him for a table, and paced grimly up and down until his orderly came to buckle on his sword, and his servant brought him his horse. " How are the saddle-pockets, Cato T'' he asked. " Oh, day's chuck full, Gen'l Hull cold chicken in dis yere one, an' bottle o' whisky hi dis yere." From Secession to Loyalty. 451 Carter swung himself slowly and heavily mto his saddle. He was weary, languid and feverish with want of sleep, and trouble of mind. In truth he was physically and morally a much discomforted Brigadier General. Without waiting for other directions than his example, his five staff officers mounted also and fell mto a group behind him. In their rear was the brigade flag-bearer escorted by half-a- dozen cavalry-men. The sombre dawn was turning to red and gold in the east. A monstrous serpent of blue and steel was already creeping toward the ferry, mcreashig m lensjth as additional reoiments streamed into the road from the fields which had served for the bivouac. When Carter had seen his entire brigade file by, he set off at a canter, placed himself at the head of it, and rode on at a walk, silent and gloomy of countenance. ISTot even the thought that he was now a general, and had a chance to make a reputation for himself as well as for others, could enable him to quite throw off the seriousness and anxiety which beclouds the minds of men during the prelimmaries of bat- tle. The remembrance of the misery which he had wrought for his w^ife was no pleasant distraction. It was like a foreboding ; it overshadowed him even when he was not thinking of it distinctly ; it seemed to have a menacing arm which pointed him to punishment, calamity, perhaps a grave. He was like a haunted man Vvho sees his followmg phantom if he turns his head ever so little. N"evertheless, when he squarely faced the subject, and dragged it out separately from the general sombreness of the situation, it did not seem such a very hopeless misfortune. It surely was not possible that she had broken with him for life. He would wm her back to him ; it must be that she loved him enough to forgive him some day ; he would Avin her back ^T.th repentance and victories. As he thought this he dashed a little way into the fields, gave a- glance at the line of his brigade, and dispatched a couple of his staff to close up the rearmost files of his regiments. Presently there was a halt : something probably going 452 Miss Ravenel's Coxyersion on in front : perhaps a reconnoisance : perhaps battle. Tlie men Avere allowed to stack arms and sit down by the road- side. Then came news : Enemy in force at the crossing: a direct attack in front out of the question : turning move- ments to be made somewhere by somebody. It was a full hour after sunrise when an aid of General Emory's arrived with orders for General Carter to report for duty to Gen- eral Birge. " What is the situation ?" asked the General. " Two brigades are formmg in front," replied the aid. " We have an immense line of skirmishers stretching from the Cane River on the right all along the edge of the woods, and out into the fields. But we can't go at them in front. Their o-round is nearlv a hundred feet his/her than ours, and the crossmg isn't fordable. We have got to flank them. Closson is going up Avith some artillery to establish a position on our left, and from that the cavalry will turn the right wing of the enemy. Birge is to do the same thins^ on this side with three brio-ades. He will o-q up about a mile — three miles from the ferry — ford the river — it's fordable up there — come round on the fellows, and give it to them over the left." " Very good," said Carter. " If I shouldn't come back, give the General my compliments for his j^lau. Much obliged. Lieutenant." At this moment the flat, dull rej^ort of a rifled iron gun came from the Avoods far aAvay in front, followed a few seconds afterward by another report, still flatter in sound and much more distant, the bursting of a shell. " There goes Closson," laughed the young oflicer. " Two tAventy-pound Parrotts and four three-inch rifles ! He'll Avake 'em up when he gets fairly a-talking. Good luck to you. General." And away he rode gaily, at a gallop, in the direction of the ferry. While Birge's column countermarched, and Carter's brigade filed into the rear of it, the cannonade became From Secession to Loyaltt. 453 lively ill the front, tlie crashes of the gmis alternating rap- idly with the crashes of the shells, as Closson went in with all his six pieces, and a Rebel battery of seven responded. After half an hour of this the enemy found that a range of two thousand yards was too long for them, and became silent. Then Closson ceased firing also, and waited to hear from Birge. And now for five or six hours there was no more sound of fighting along this line, except an occa- sional shot from the skirmishers aimed at pufis of rifle smoke which showed rarely against the phies of the distant blufls. The infantry column struggled over its long detour by the rio-ht ; the cavalry tried in vam to force a way through the jungles on the left ; the centre listened to the roar of A. J. Smith's battle in the rear, and lunched and waited. At two o'clock Emory put everything in order to advance whenever Birge's musketry should give notice that he was closely engaged. Closson was to move forward on the left, and fire'^as fast as he could load. The remamder of the artillery was to gallop down the river road to the ferry, and open ^ith a dozen or fifteen pieces. The two supporting brigades were to push through the woods as rapidly as possible and cover the artillery. The skir- mishers were to cross the river wherever they could ford it, and keep up a heavy fire in order to occupy the atten- tion of the enemy. Closson started at once, forced five of his three-mch rifles through the wood, went into battle at a range of a thousand yards, and in ten minutes dislodged the Rebel guns from their position. But all this was mere feinting ; the heavy fighting must be done by Birge. The flankmg column had a hard road to travel. After fordmg the Cane Paver it entered a country of thickets, swamps and gullies so difiicult of passage that five hours were spent in marching barely five miles. Two regiments were deployed m advance as skirmishers ; the others fol- lowed in columns of division doubled on the centre. At one time the whole force went mto luie of battle on a false alarm of the near presence of the eneilv-y. Then the nature 454 Miss Ravexel's Conversion of the ground forced it to move for nearly a mile in the ordinary column of march. It floundered through swampy und'ergrowths ; it forded a deep and muddy bayou. About two o'clock in the afternoon it came out upon a clearing in full view of a bluff", forty or fifty feet in height, flanked on one side by the river, and on the other by a marshy jungle connecting with a lake. Along the brow of this bluft' lay Polignac's left Aving, an unknown force of Texan riflemen, all good shots, and impetuous fighters, elated moreover with pursuit and the expectation of victory. Here Carter received an order to charge yriih his brigade. " Very good," he answered, in a loud, satisfied, confi- dent tone, at the same time throAving away his segar. " Let me look at things first. I want to see where to go in." A single glance told him that the river side was unas- sailable. He galloped to the right, inspected the boggy jungle, glared at the lake beyond, and decided that noth- mg could be done in that quarter. Returnmg to the bri- gade he once more surveyed the ground in its front. It would be necessary to take down a high fence, cross an open field, take down a second fence, and advance \\]) the hill under a close fire of musketry. But he was not dis- pirited by the prospect ; he was no longer the silent, sombre man of the morning. The w^hizzing of the Texan bullets, the sight of the butternut uniforms, and ugly broadbrims which faced him, had cleared his deep breast of oppression, and called the fighting fire into his eyes. He swore loudly and gaily ; he would flog those dirty rapscallions ; he w^ould knock them high and dry into the other world ; he would teach them not to get in his way. " Go to the regunental commanders," he shouted to his staff" officers. " Tell them to push straight at the hill. Tell them, Guide right." On w^ent the regiments, four in number, keej^mg even pace with each other. There was a halt at the first fence while the men struggled with the obstacle, climbing it in From Secession to Loyalty. 455 some places, and pushmg it over in others. The General's brow darkened mth anxiety lest the temporary confusion should end in a retreat ; and spurring close np to the line he rode hither and thither, cheering the soldiers onward. " Forward, my fine lads," he said. " Down with it. Jump it. Xow then. Get into your ranks. Get along, my lads." On went the regiments, moving at the ordmary quick- step, arms at a right-shoulder-shift, ranks closed, gaps filled, iinfaltermg, heroic. The dead were fallmg; the wounded were crawlmg in numbers to the rear ; the leis- urely hum of long-range bullets had changed into the sharp, multitudinous ivhit-ivhit of close firuig ; the stifled crash of balls hittmg bones, and the soft chuck of flesh-wounds mingled with the outcries of the suflferers ; the blufi* in front was smoking, rattling, wailing with the incessant file-fire ; hut the front of -the brigade remained unbroken, and its rear showed no stragglers. The right hand reo-i- ment floundered m a swamp, but the other hurried on without waiting for it. As the momentum of the move- ment increased, as the spirits of the men rose with the charge, a stern shout broke forth, something between a hurrah and a yell, swelling up against the rebel musketry, and defymg it. Gradually the pace mcreased to a double- quick, and the whole mass ran for an eighth of a mile through the whistling bullets. The second fence disap- peared like frost-work, and up the slope of the hill strug- gled the pantmg regiments. When the foremost ranks had nearly reached the summit, a sudden silence stifled the musketrv. Polio-nac's line Aravered, ceased firino- broke and went to the rear in confusion. The clamor of the charging yell redoubled for a moment, and then died in the rear of a tremendous volley. Xow the Union line was firing, and now the rebels were falling. Such was the charge which carried the crossing, and gained the bat- tle of Cane River. 4oG Miss 11 a vex el's Conveesion" But Brigadier-General Johu Carter had already fallen gloriouifly in the arms of victory. At the moment that the fatal shot struck him he had forgotten his guilt and remorse in the wild joy of success- ful battle. He was on horseback, closely following his advancing brigade, and watching its spirited push, and listening to its mad yell, with such a smile of soldierly de- light and pride that it was a pleasure to look upon his bronzed, confident, heroic face. It would have been strange to a civilian to hear the stream of joyful curses with which he expressed his admiration and elation. " God damn them ! see them go in !" he said. " God damn their souls ! I can put them anywhere !" He had just uttered these words when a Minie-ball struck him in the left side, just below the ribs, with a thud which was audible ten feet from him hi spite of the noise of the battle. He started violently in the saddle, and then bent slowly forward, laying his right hand on the horse's mane. He was observed to carry his left hand twice toward the wound without touching it, as if desirous, yet fearful, of ascertaining the extent of the injury. The blow was mortal, and he must have known it, yet he re- tamed his ruddy bronze color for a minute or two. With the assistance of two staff officers he dismounted and walked eight or ten yards to the shade of a tree, uttering not a groan, and only showing his agony by the manner m which he bent forward, and the spasmodic clutch with Avhich he held to those supporting shoulders. . But when he had been laid down, it was visible enough that there was not half an hour s life in him. His breath was short, his forehead was thickly beaded with a cold pers2)iration, and his face was of an ashy pallor stamed with streaks of ghastly yellow. " Tell Colonel Gilliman," he said, mentionmg the senior colonel of the brigade, and then paused to catch his breath before he resumed, " tell him to keep straight forward." These were the first words that he had spoken smce he Fkom Secession to Loyalty. 457 was hit. His voice had ah-eady sunk from a clear, son- orous bass to a hoarse whisper. Presently, as the smoking and roaring surge of battle rolled farther to the front a chap- lain and a surgeon came up, followed by several ambulance men bearinor stretchers. The chaj^lain was attached to Carter's old regiment, and had served under him since its formation. The surgeon, a Creole by birth, a Frenchman by education, philosophical and roue, belonged to a Louis- iana loyal regiment, and had known the General in other days, when he was a dissipated, spendthrift lieutenant of the regular army, stationed at Baton Rouge. He gave him a large cup of whiskey, uncovered the wound, i3robed it ^T-th his finger, and said nothmg, looked nothmg. " Why don't you do something ?" Avhispered the chap- lain eagerly, and almost weeping. " I have done all that is — essential," he replied, with a slight shrug of the shoulders. " How do you feel. General ?" asked the chaplain, turn- ing to his dying commander. " Gomg," was the whispered answer. " Going ! — Oh, going where ?" implored the other, sink- ing on his knees. " General, have you thought of the sac- rifice of Jesus Christ ?" For a moment Carter's deep voice returned to him, as, fixing his stern eyes on the chaplain, he answered, " Don't bother ! — where is the brigade ?" Perhaps he thought it unworthy of him to seek God in his extremity, when he had neglected Him in all his hours of health. Perhaps he felt that he owed his last thoughts to his country and his professional duties. Perhaps he did not mean all that he said. It was strange to note the power of military discipline upon the chaplain. Even m this awful hour, when it was his pa»t to fear no man, he evidently quailed before his superior officer. Under the pressure of a three years' habit of obedience and respect, cowed by rank and that audacious will accustomed to domination, he shrank back U 458 Miss Ra vex el's Conversion into silence, covering his face with his hands, and no doubt praying, but uttering no further word. " General, the brigade has carried the position," said one of the stafi-officers. Carter smiled, tried to raise his head, dropped it slowly, drew a dozen labored breaths, and was dead. " J/ « maintena jusq' ati bout son 'personnage^'' said the surgeon, letting fall the extinct pulse. " Sa mort est tout ce qiC il y a de plus logiqueP So he thought, and very naturally. He had only known him in his evil hours ; he judged him as all superficial ac- quaintances would have judged ; he was not aware of the tenderness Avhich existed at the bottom of that passionate nature. With another education Carter might have been a James Brainard or a St. Vincent de Paul. With the training that he had, it was perfectly logical that in his last moments he should not want to be bothered about Jesus Christ. The body was borne on a stretcher in rear of the victorious columns until they halted for the night, when it was buried m the private cemetery of a planter, in pres- ence of Carter's former regiment. Among the spectators was Colburne, stricken with real grief as he thought of the bereaved wife. Throughout the army the regret was general and earnest over the loss of this brave and able officer, apparently just entering ujDon a career of long-de- served promotion. In a letter to Ravenel, Colburne re- lated the particulars of Carter's death, and closed with a fervent eulogium on his character as a man and his services as a soldier, forgetting that he had sometimes drunk too deeply, and that there were suspicions against him of other vices. It is thus that young and generous spuits are apt to remember the dead, and it is thus always that a soldier laments for a worthy commander who has fallen on the field of honor. Fkom Secession to Loyalty. 459 CHAPTER XXXIII. LILLIE DEVOTES HERSELF ENTIRELY TO THE RISING GENERATION. LiLLiE wished to return, at least for a while, to her old quarters in the New Boston House. A desire to go back by association to some part of her life which had been happy may have influenced her in this choice ; and she was so quietly earnest in it that her father yielded, although he feared that the recollections connected with the place would increase her melancholy. They had been there only three days when he read mth a shock the newspaper report of the battle of Cane River, and the death of " the lamented General Carter." He did not dare mention it to her, and sought to keep the journals out of her reach. This was easy enough, for she never went out alone, rarely spoke to any one but her father, and devoted her time mostly to her child and her sewing. But about a week after their arrival, as the Doctor came in to dinner from a morning's reading in the college library, he found her weeping quietly over a letter -^hich lay open in her lap. She handed it to him, merely saying, " Oh, papa !" He glanced through it hastily ; it was Colburne's ac- count of Carter's death. " I knew this, my dear," he said. " But I did not dare to tell you. I hope you are able to bear it. There is a great deal to bear in this world. But it is for our good." " Oh, I don't know," she replied with a weary air. . She was thinking, not of his general consolations, but of his hope that she could endvire her trial ; for a trial it was, this sudden death of her husband, though she had thought of him of late only as separated from her forever. After a short silence she sobbed, "I am so sorrj^ I quarreled 460 Miss Raven el's Conversion with him. I wish I had written to him that I was not angry." She went on crying, but not jjassionately, nor with a show of unendurable sorrow. From that time, as he watched the patient tranquillity of her grief, the Doctor conceived a firm hope that she would not be permanently crushed by her afflictions. She kept the letter in her own writmg desk, and read it many times when alone ; some- times laying it down with a start to take np the uncon- scious giggling comforter in the cradle ; sometimes tellmg him what it all meant, and what her tears meant, saying, " Poor baby ! Baby's papa is dead." Only once did an expression savoring of anger at any one force its way through her lips. " I don't see why I should have been made miserable because others are wicked," she said. " It is one of the necessary consequences of living," an- swered the Doctor. " Other people's sins are sometimes brought to our doors, just as other people's infants are sometimes left there in baskets. God has ordained that we shall help bear the burdens of our fellow creatures, even down to the consequences of their crimes. It is one way of teaching us not to sin. I have had my small share of this unpleasant labor. I lost my home and my income because a few men wanted to found a slave-driving olig- archy on the ruins of their country." " We have had nothing but trials," sighed Lillie. " Oh yes," said the Doctor. " Life in the average is a mass of happiness, only dotted here and there by trials. Our pleasures are so many that they grow monotonous and are overlooked." I must now include the history of eight months in a few pages. The Doctor, ignorant of the steamboat transaction, allowed his daughter to draw the money which she had left behind on deposit, considering that Carter's child un- questionably had a right to it. Through the good offices of that amiable sinner, Mrs. Larue (of which he was equally FPwOii Secession to Loyalty. 461 unaware), he was enabled to let Lis house in Xew Orleans as a Government office. Thus provided with ready money and a small quarterly payment, he resumed his literary and scientific labors, translating from a French Encyclo- pedia for a New York publisher, and occasionally securing a job of mineralogical discovery. The familiar life of former days, when father and daughter were all and all to each other, slowly revived, saddened by recollections, but made joyful also by the new affection which they shared. As out of the brazen vase of the Arabian Xights arose the malignant Jinn whose head touched the clouds, and whose voice made the earth tremble, so out of the cradle of Rav- vie arose an influence, perhaps a veritable angel, whose crown w^as in the heavens, and whose power brought down consolation. There was no cause of inner estrangement ; nothing on which father and child could not feel alike. Ravenel had found some difficulty in liking his daughter's husband, but he had none at all in loving his daughter's baby. So, agreeing on all subjects of much importance to either, and disposed by affection and old habit to take a strong interest in each other's affairs, they easily returned to their former ways of much domestic small-talk, Hapj)ily for Lillie she was not taciturn, but a prattler, and by na- ture a light-hearted one. Xow prattlers, like workers of all kinds, physical and moral, unconsciously dodge by their activity a great many shafts of suflering which hit their quieter brothers and sisters. A widow who orders her mourning, and waits for it with folded hand and closed lips, is likely to be more melancholy than a widow who must trim her gowns, and make up her caps with her own fingers, and who is thereby impelled to talk of them to her mother, sisters, and other born sympathisers. It was a symptom of returning health of mind when Lillie could linger before the glass, arrange her hair with the old taste, put on a new cap daintily and say, " Papa, how does that look ?" "Yery well, my dear," answers papa, scratching away 462 Miss Rayexel's Conveesiox at his translation. Then, remembering what his cliild had suffered, and transferring his thoughts to the subject which she proffers for consideration, he adds, " It seems to me that it is unnecessarily stiff and j^archment like. It looks as if it was made of stearine." " ^Vhy, that's the material," says Lillie. " Of course it looks stiff; it ought to." " But why not have some other material ?" queries the Doctor, w^ho is as dull as men usually are in matters of the female toilet. " Why not use white silk, or some- thing ?" " Silk, papa !" exclaims Lillie, and laughs heartily. " Who ever heard of using silk for mourning ?" Woe to women when they give up making their own dresses and take to female tailors ! Five will then die of broken hearts, of ennui, of emptiness of life, where one dies now. But her great diverter and comforter was still her child. Like most women she was born for maternity more dis- tinctly and positively even than for love. She had not given up her dolls until she was fourteen ; and then she had put them reverentially and tenderly away in a trunk where she could occasionally go and look at them ; and less than seven years later she had a living doll, her own, her soul's doll, to care for and worship. It was charming to see this slender, Diana-like form, overloaded and leaning, but still bearing, with an affection which was careless of fatigue, the disj^roportionate weight of that healthy, succu- lent, ponderous Bavvie. His pink foce, and short flaxen hair bobbed about her shoulders, and his chubby hands played with her nose, lips, hair, and white collars. When he went out on an airing she almost always went with him, and sometimes took the sole charge of his wicker wagon, proud to drag it because of its illustrious burden. Ravvie had a promenade in the morning mth mamma and nurse, and another late in the afternoon with mamma and grandpapa. Lillie meant to make him healthy by keep- From Secession to Loyalty. 4C3 ing him constantly in the open air, and burning him brown in the sunshine, after the sensible fashion of southern nur- series, and in consonance mth the teaching of her father. The old Irish nurse, a veteran and enthusiast in her pro- fession, had more than one contest mth this provokingly devoted mother. Xot thai Rosann objected to the child being out ; she would have been glad to have him in the wicker wagon from breakfast to dinner, and from dinner to sundown; but she wanted to be the sole guide and companion of his wanderings. When, therefore she was ordered to stay at home and do the small washing and ironing, while the mistress went oft' with the baby, she set up an indignant ullaloo, and threatened departure without warning. Sometimes Lillie was satirical and said, " Ro- sann, since you can't nurse the baby, I hope you will al- low me to do so." To which Rosann, with Irish readiness, and \vith an apologetic titter, would reply, " An' smce God allows ye to do it, ma'am, I don't see as I can make an objection." " I would turn her away if she wasn't so fond of Rav- vie," affirmed Lillie m a pet. " She is the most selfish creature that I ever saw. She wants him the whole time. I declare, papa, I only keep her out of pity. I believe it would break her heart to deprive her of the child." " It's a very odd sort of selfishness," observed the Doc- tor. " Most people would call it devotion, self-abnegation, or something of that sort." " But he isn't her child," answered Lillie, half vexed, half smiling. '^ She thinks he is. I actually believe she thinks that she had him. But she didn't. I did." She tossed her head with a pretty air of defiance, which was as much as to say that she was not ashamed of the feat. Long before Master Ravvie could say a word in . any language, she had commenced the practice of talking to him only in French. He should be a Imguist from his cradle ; and she herself would be his teacher. When he 464 Miss Raven el's Con version got old enoiioh, her father should instruct him in the sciences, and, if he chose to be a doctor, in the theory and j^ractice of medicine. They would never send him to school, nor to college : thus they would save money, have him always by them and keep him from evil. Concerning this project she had long arguments with her father, who thought a boy should be with boys, learn to rough it away from home, study human nature as well as languages and sciences, and grow up with a circle of emulators and life comrades. " You will give up this little plan of yours," he said, " when he gets old enough to make it necessary. When he is fifteen he won't wear the shell that fits him now, and meantime we must let another one grow on his back against he needs it." ^ But Lillie could not yet see that her child ought even to be separated from her. She was constantly arranging, and re-arranging her imaginary future in such ways as seemed best fitted to make him a permanent feature of it. In every cloud-castle that she built he occuj^ied a central throne, with her father sitting on the right hand and she on the left. Of course, however, she was chiefly occupied ^ith his present, desiring to make it as delightful to him as possible. " I wonder if Ravvie would like the sea-shore," she said, on one of the first warm days of summer. " Why so ?" asks j^apa. " Oh, it would be so pleasant to spend a week or so on the sea-shore. I think I could get a little fatter and stronger if I might have the sea-breeze and sea-bathing. I am tired of being so thin. Besides, it would be such fun to take Ravvie down to the beach and see him stare at the waves rolling in. How round his eyes would be ! Do you remember how he used to turn his head up when he was a month old, and stare at the sky with his eyes set like a doll-baby's. I wish I knew what he used to think of it." From Secession to Loyalty. 465 " I presume lie ttioiiglit just about as mucli as the holly- hocks do when they turn then- faces toward the sun," says *the Doctor. " For shame, papa ! Do you compare him to a vege- table?'^ " Xot now. But in those days he was only a grade above one. There wasn't much in him but possibilities. Well ; he may have perceived that the sky was very fine ; but then the hollyhocks perceive as much." " What ! don't you suppose he had a soul ?" " Oh yes. He had a tongue too, but he hadn't learned to talk TNTLth it. I doubt whether his soul was of much use to him in that stage of his existence." " Papa, it seems to me that you talk like an infidel. 'Now if Ravvie had died when he was a month old, I should have expected to meet him in Heaven — that is, if I am ever fit to go there." " I have no doubt you would — no' doubt of it," affirmed the Doctor with animation. " I never intended to dispute the little man's immortality." " Then why did you call him a hollyhock ?" " My dear, I take it all back. He isn't a hollyhock and never was." " If we can hire a house I want it in the suburbs," said Lillie, after a meditation. " I want it outside the city so that Ravvie can have plenty of air. His room must be on the sunny side, papa — hear ?" " Yes," answered j^apa, who had also had his revery, probably concerning Smithites and Brownites. " You don't hear at all," said Lillie. " You don't pay any attention." " Well, my child, there is plenty of time. We sha'n't have a house for the next five mmutes." " I know it. Not for five years perhaps. But I want you to pay attention when I am talking about Ravvie." Meantime the two were very popular m New Boston. As southern refugees, as martyrs m the cause of loyalty, 466 Miss Ravenel's Conversion as an organizer of free black labor, as the widow of a distinguished Union officer, both and each were person- ages whom tlie fervent Federalists of the little city de- lighted to honor. As soon as they would receive calls or accept of new acquaintances they had all that they wanted. Professor "\7hitewood had been killed at Chaucellorsville, although bodily more than three hundred miles from the field of battle ; and his son was now worth eighty thousand dollars, besides seven hundred dollars yearly from a tutorship, and the prospect of succeeduig to his father's position. This well-to-do, virtuous, amiable, and intelligent young gentleman was more than suspected of bemg in love with the penniless widow. His sister made the affair a subject of much meditation, and even of prayer, being anxious above all things on earth, that her brother should be happy. Whitewood was more than once ob- served to drop his Hmdustani, sidle out upon the green and beg the privilege of drawing Ravvie's baby-wagon ; and what was particularly suspicious about the matter was, that he never attempted to jom Rosann in this man- ner, but only Mrs. Carter. Lillie colored at the signifi- cance of the shyly-preferred request, and would not con- sent to it, but nevertheless was not angry. Her bookish admirer's interest in her mcreased when he found that she aided her father in his translations ; for from his childhood he had been taught to like people very much in propor- tion to their intellectuality and education. Of evenings he was frequently to be seen in the little parlor of the Ravenels on the fourth floor of the Xew Boston House. Lillie would have been glad to have him bring his sister, so that they four could make up a game of whist ; but since the dawm of history no Whitewoods had ever handled a pack of cards, and the capacity of learning to do so was not in them. Moreover they still retained some of the old !N"ew England scruples of conscience on the subject. Whitewood talked quite as much with the Doctor as with Lillie ; quite as much about minerals and chemistry as From Secession to Loyalty. 467 about subjects with which she was familiar; but it was easy to see that, if he had known how, he would have made his conversation altogether femmine. At precisely ten o'clock he rose with a start and sidled to the door ; stuck there a few moments to add a postcript concerning science or classic literature ; then with another start opened the door, and said, " Good evening " after he was in the passage. " How awkward he is !" Lillie would sometimes observe. " Yes — physically," was the Doctor's answer. " But not morally. I don't see that he tramples on any one's feelmgs, or breaks any one's heart." The visitor gone, father and daughter walked in the hall while Rosann opened the windows for ventilation. After that the baby's cradle was dragged into the parlor with much ceremony, the whole family either directing or assistmg ; a mattress and blankets were produced from a closet and made up on the floor mto a bed for the nurse ; grandpapa kissed both his children and went to his own room next door ; and Lillie proceeded to undress, talking to Rosann about Ravvie. " An' do ye know, ma'am, what the little crater did to me to-day ?" says the doting Lishwoman. " He jist pulled me spectacles ofi" me nose an' stuck 'em in his own little mouth. He thought, mebbe, he could see with his mouth. An' thin he lucked me full in the face as cunnia as could be, an' give the biggest jump that iver was. I tell ye, ma'am, babies is smarter now than they used to be." This remarkable anecdote, with the nurse's commentary, being repeated to the Doctor ui the mornuig, he philoso- phised as follows. " There may be something in Rosann's statement. It is not impossible that the babies of a civilized age are more exquisitely sensitive beings than the babies of antique barbarism. It may be that at my birth I was a little ahead of my Gallic ancestor at his birth. Perhaps I was able to compare two sensations as early in life as he was able to 468 Miss Ravexel's Conversion perceive a single sensation. It might be something like this. He at the age of ten days would be capable of thinking, ' Milk is good.' I at the same age could perhaps go so far as to think, 'Milk is better than Daily's Mixture.' Babies now-a-days have need of bemg cleverer than they used to be. Tliey have more dangers to evade, more medicines to spit out." " I know what you mean," said Lillie. " You always did rebel against Dally. But what was I to do ? He u'ould have the colic." " I know it ! He would ! But Dally couldn't help it. Don't, for pity's sake, vitiate and torment your poor little angel's stomach, so new to the atrocities of this world, with drugs. These mixers of baby medicines ought to be fed on nothing but their own nostrums. That would soon put a stop to their inventions of the adversary." " Oh dear," sighed Lillie. " I don't know what to do with him sometimes. I am so afraid of not doing enough, or doing too much !" Then the argumentemad liominem occurred to her: that argumentem which proves nothing, and which women love so well. " But you have given him things, papa. Don't you re- member the red fluid ?" " I never gave it to him," asserted the Doctor. " But you gave it to me to give to him — when you threw the Dally out of the window." " And do you know what the red fluid was ?" " ISTo. It did him good. It was just as powerful as the Dally. Consequently it must have been a drug." "It was pure water, slightly colored. That was all, upon my honor — as we say down south. It used to amuse me to see you drop it according to prescription — five drops for a dose — very particular not to give him six. He might have drunk the vial full." "Papa," said Lillie when she had fully realized this Fkom Secession to Loyalty. 469 awful deception, " you have a great many sins to repent of-" . '^ .^ "Poisoning my own granclcliilcl is not one ol them, thank Heaven !" "But suppose Ravvie had become really sick?" she su2:gested more seriously. "Ah ! what a clear con science 1 should have had ! ^ o- body could have laid it to me." "How healthy, and strong, and big lie is?" was her next observation. "He will be like you. I would bet anything that he will be six feet high." kavenel laughed at a bet which would have to wait some sixteen or eighteen years for a decision, and said it reminded him of a South Carolinian who offered to wager that in the year two thousand slavery would prevail the world over. "This whole subject of mfancy's perceptions, and opin- ions is curious," he observed presently. "What a world it would be, if it were exactly as these little people see it ! Yes, and what a world it would be, if it were as we grown people see it in our different moods of depression, exhilara- tion, vanity, spite, and folly ! I suppose that only Deity sees it truly." In this kind of life the spring grew into summer, the sum- mer sobered into autumn, and the autumn began to grow hoary with wmter. Eight months of paternal affection re- ceived, and maternal cares bestowed had decided that Lillie should neither die of her troubles nor suffer a life- long blighting of the soul. In bloom she was what she used to be ; in expression alone had she suffered a change. Sometimes sudden flashes of profoundly felt pain troubled her eyes, as she thought of ber venture of love and its great shipwreck. She had not the slightest feeling of ano-er toward her husband ; she could not be angry with the buried father of her child. But she felt, and some- times reproached herself for it, that his crime had made her grieve less over his death, just as his death had led her 470 Miss R a ten el's Cox version to pardon his crime. She often prayed for him, not that she believed m Purgatory and its deliverance, but rather because the act soothed painful yearnings which she could not dispel by reason alone. Her devotional tendencies had been much increased by. her troubles. In fact, she was far more religious than some of the straiter New Bostonians were able to 1)elieve when they knew that she played whist, and noted hoAV tastefully she was dressed, and how charmingly graceful she was in social intercourse. She never went to sleep without reading a chapter m the Bible, and jn'aying for her child, her father, and herself. It is possible that she may have forgotten the heathen, the Jews, and the negroes. Well, she had not been educated to think much of far away people, but rather to interest herself in such as were near to her, and could be made daily happy or unhappy by her conduct. She almost of- fended Mrs. White wood by admittmg that she loved Rav- vie a thousand times more than the ten tribes, or, as Mrs. W. called them, the Avandering sheep of the house of Israel. Nor could this excellent lady enlist her interest in favor of the doctrme of election, owing perhaps to the adverse remarks of Doctor Ravenel. " My dear madame," he said, " let us try to be good, repent of our short - comings, trust in the atonement, and leave such niceties to those whose business it is to discuss them. Doctrines are no more religion than geolo- gical bird-tracks are animated nature. Doctrines are the footpmits of piety. You can learn by them where devout- minded men have trod in their searchings after the truth. But they are not m themselves religion, and will not save souls." " But think of the great and good men who have made these doctrines the stiidy and guide of their lives," said Mrs. Whitewood. " Tliink of our Puritan forefathers." " I do," answered the Doctor. " I thmk highly of them. They have my profoundest respect. We are still moving under the impetus which they gave to humanity. Dead From Secession to Loyalty. 4V1 as they are, they govern this continent. At the s^ame time they mnst have been disagreeable to hve Ts^th. Then- doctrines made them hard in thought and manner. When I thmk of their o-rimness, imcharity, mclemency 1 am tempted to sav that the smners of those days were the salt of the earth." Of course, Mrs. Whitewood, it is only a temotation. I don't succumb to it. But now, as to these doctrmes, as to merely dogmatic religion, it remmds me of a story. This story goes (I don't believe it), that an mo-enious man, havmg found that a bandage drajrn tight around the waist will abate the pangs of hunger, set up a boardmg-house on the idea. At breakfast the waiters strapped up each boarder with a stout surcmgle. At dm- ner the waistbelts were drawn up another hole-or two, if you were hungrv. At tea there was another pull on the buckle The story proceeds that one dyspeptic old bache- lor found himself much better by the evening of the second day, but that the other guests rebelled and left the house in a body, denouncmg the gentlemanly proprietor as a humbuo-. Xow some of our ethical purveyors remmd me of this hiventor. They put nothmg mto you ; they give you no sustaining food. They simply bind your soul, and now and then take up a hole m your moral waistbelt. It is pretty certam that Lillie even felt more mterest m Captam Colburne than m the vanished Hebrews It will be remembered that she has never ceased to like him smce she met him, more than three years ago, m this same^ew Boston House, which is now m some famt degree fragrant to her with his memory. Here commenced that loyal affection AvHch has followed her through her love lor an- other, her marriage, and her maternity, and which has risked life to save her from captivity. She would be un- o-rateful if she did not prefer him hi her heart to every other human being except her father and RavTie. ^^ext to her mtercourse mth this same parent and c^ild, Ool- burne's letters were her chief social pleasures. They were iuT ariably directed to the Doctor ; but if she got at them 472 Miss Raven el's Coxveksion first, she had no hesitation about oj^ening them. It was her business and j^leasure also to file them for preservation. " If he never returns," she said, " I will write his life. But how horrible to hear of him killed !" • " In five months more his three years will be up," ob- served the Doctor. " I hope that he will be protected through the perils that remain." " I hope so," echoed Lillie. " I wonder if the war will last long enough to need Ravvie. He shall never go to West P(Hnt." " He is pretty certam not to go for the next fourteen years," said Ravenel, smiling at this long look ahead. Lillie sighed ; she was thinkmg of her husband ; it was West Point wliich had rumed his noble character ; noth- ing else could account for such a downfall ; and her child should not go there. In July (1864) they heard that the Xineteenth Corps had been transferred to Virginia, and during the autumn Colburne's letters described Sheridan's brilliant victories in the Shenandoah Valley. The Captain was present in the three pitched battles, and got an honorable mention for gallantry, but no promotion. Indeqd advancement w^as impossible without a transfer, for, although his regi- ment had only two field-officers, it was now too much re- duced in numbers to be entitled to a colonel. More than two-thirds of the rank and file, and more than two-thirds of the oflicers had fallen in those three savage struggles. Xevertheless the young man's letters were imflag^'inoj m their tone of elation, bragging of the braver}^ of his regi- ment, describing bayonet charges through whistlmg storms of hostile musketry, telling of captured flags and cannon by the half hundred, afiectionate over his veteran corps commander, and enthusiastic over his youthful general in chief " Really, that is a most brilliant letter," observed Rav- enel, after listening to Colburne's account of the victory of Cedar Creek. " That is the most splendid battle-piece From Secession to Loyalty. 473 that ever ^vas produced by any author, ancient or modern," he went on to say m his enthusiastic and somewhat hyper- bolical style. " Neither Tacitus nor Xapier can equal it. Alison is all fudge and claptrap, with his granite squares of mfantry and his billows of calvalry. One can under- stand Colburne. I know just how that battle of Cedar Creek was fought, and I almost think that I could fight such an one myself There is cause and effect, and their relations to each other, in his narrative. When he comes home I shall insist upon his writmg a history of this war." " I wish he would," said Lillie, vrith. a flash of interest for which she blushed presently. CHAPTER XXXIV. lillie's attextiox is recalled to the eisixg gexer- ATIOX. Ox or about the first of January, 1865, Lillie chanced to go out on a shopping excursion, and descended the stair- way of the hotel just in time to catch sight of a newly arrived guest, who was about entering his room on the first story. One servant directed the unsteady step and supported the wavering form of the stranger, while an- other carried a painted wooden box eighteen or twenty mches square, which seemed to be his sole baggage. As Lillie was in the broad light and the invalid was walking from her down a dark passage, she could not see how thin and yellow his face was, nor how weather-stained, thread- bare, and even ragged was his fatigue uniform. But she could distmguish the dark blue cloth, and gilt buttons which her eye never encountered now without a sj^arkle of interest. She had reached the street before the question occurred to her. Could it be Captain Colburne ? She reasoned that it could not be, for he had written to them only a fortnight 474 Miss Rave x el's Cox version ago without mentioning either sickness or wounds, and the time of his reguuent would not be up for ten days yet. Xevertlieless she made her shopping tour a short one for thinking of that sick officer, and on returning to the hotel she looked at the arrival-book, regardless of the half-dozen students who lounged against the office counter. There, written in the clerk's hand, was " Capt. Colburne, No. 18." As she went up stairs she could not resist the temptation of passing Xo. 18, and was nearly overcome by a sudden impulse to knock at the door. She wanted to see her best friend, and to know if he were really sick, and how sick, and whether she could do anything for him. She deter- mmed to send a servant to make instant inquiries ; but on reaching her room she found her father playing with Ravvie. " Papa, Captam Colburne is here," were her first words. " Is it possible !" exclaimed the Doctor, leaping up ^dth delight. " Have you seen him ?" " Xot to speak with him. I am afraid he is sick. He was leanmg on the porter's arm. He is in number eigh- teen. Do go and ask how he is." " I will. You are certain that it is our Captain Col- burne ?" " It must be," answered Lillie as he went out ; and then thought with a blush, " Will papa laugh at me if I am mistaken ?" When Ravenel rapped at the door of Xo. 18, a deep but rather hoarse voice answered, " Come in." " ^[y dear friend !" exclaimed the Doctor, rushing into the room ; but the moment that he saw the Captam he stopped in surprise and dismay. " Don't get up," he said. " Don't stir. Bless me ! how long have you been in this way ?" " Only a little while — a month or two," answered Col- burne T^dth his customary cheerful smile. " Soon be all right again. Sit down." He was stretched at full length on his bed, evidently Feom Secession to Loyalty. 475 quite feeble, his eyes underscored wiA lines ot blueish yel- low, his face sallow and features sharpened^ The eyes heiselves were heavy and dull w«h the effee s of the opium which he had taken to enable him to undergo the dav-s iourner. Besides his long brown mustache, which had become Vasged with want of care, he had on a beaixl of three weekS' growth ; and his face and hands were •stained with the dust and smirch of two days' contmuous railroad travel, ^'hich he had not yet had time to w^.sh ^„.av-iu fact, as soon as he had reached his room he had thrown himself on the bed and fallen asleep. His only clothuK. was a summer blouse of dark blue flannel, a com- mon soldier's shirt of knit woolen. Government troiisers of coarse light-blue cloth without a welt, and brown Gov- ernment stockings worn through at toe and heel. On the floor lay his shoes, rough kip-skin brogans, likewise of Gov- ernment issue. All of his clothing was meradically stamecl .vith the famous mud of Virginia ; his b ouse was thiead- bare where the sword-belt went, and had a ragged bullet- hole through the collar. Altogether he presented the spectacle of a m.an pretty thoroughly worn out m field service. "Is that all you^-ear hi this season ?' demanded or rather exclaimed the Doctor. " You will kill yourself. Colburne's answering laugh was so feeble that its cheer- fulness sounded like mockery. it T „m " There isn't a chance of killing me," he said. I am not cold. On the contrary, I am suff-ermg with the heat of these fires and close rooms. It's rather odd consider- in. how run down I am. But actually I have been quar- refin- all the wav home to keep my wmdow m the car openTl was so stifled for want of air. Three jears spent out of doors makes a house seem like a Black Hole of Cal- '""But no vest!" urged the Doctor. "It^s enough to o-uarantee yon an mflammation of the lungs." " " I hav'n't seen my vest nor any part of my full uniform 476 Miss R a vex el's Cox version for six months," said Colburne, much amused. "You don't know till you try it how ' hardy a soldier can be, even when lie is sick. 3Iy only bed-clothing until about the first of Xovember was a rubber blanket. I will tell you. When we left Louisiana in July we thought we were going to besiege Mobile, and consequently I only took my flannel suit and rubber blanket. It was enough for a southern summer campaign. Henry had all he could do to tote his own aftairs, and my rations and frymg-pan. You ought to have seen the disgust "with which he looked at his bundle. He began to think that he would rather be respectable, and industrious, and learn to read, than carry such a load as that. His only consolation was that he would soon steal a horse. Well, I hav'n't seen my trunk since I left it on store in Xew Orleans, and I don't know where it is, though I suppose, it may be in Washington ■with, the rest of the baggage of our division. I tell you this has been a glorious campaign, this one in the Shenan- doah ; but it has been a teaser for privations, marching, and guard-duty, as well as fighting. It is the first time that I ever knocked under to hardships. Half-starved by day, and half-frozen by night. I don't think that even this would have laid me out, however, if I hadn't been poisoned by the Louisiana swamps. Malarious fever is what bothers me." " You will have to be very careful of yourself," said the Doctor. He noticed a febrile agitation in the look and even m the conversation of the wasted young hero which alarmed him. " Oh no," smiled Colburne. " I will be all right in a week or two. All I want is rest. I will be about in less than a week. I can travel now. You don't realize how a soldier can pick himself up from an ordinary illness. Isn't it curious how the poor fellows will be around on their pins, and in their clothes till they die ? I think I am rather efteminate in taking off my shoes. I only did it out of compliment to the white coverlet. Doesn't it look FROaS.OE.S.OJ lO LOVALPT. «' « Well. After I get nd ot^tnem. zen's suit as soon as possible." i^ T am home to be mustered out of seiyice. form for me. I am home to " ^ j o„e of the I can't stay auy l°f -' f ^"^;\f ~^^ and so go original officers, and have never been l , ^^_ out%-ith the original -S^--*f Jj^^Jf^ ^ ^^^^ =^ ^"'^ enlisted eighteen ^^" ^w*^' f. re^taid. I came home veteran regiment and I -"^\^^ ;\ X, .Inty as staff- before the organization. J-J^^^ ^ou see I wanted officer, and so got a l^^^'^ J^^^ "^\'a,,\o make out my to he here as early as VO^Memo^ier ^ ^^^^^^^ men's account, and muster-out rolls. amount of work to do this week. ^^ ^^^^^ ^^ "Work!" exclaimed Ea^^enei 1 ^^^^ to work than yon are to fly. loucant^ , sha'n't." ... Tf T aon't do this ioh " But I must. I am ^•'^^P«.'^^;^le , Jf I do^i t J^^_^ CKoa-nt. w -Kirn o.rir." the four copies. 478 Miss Ravexel's Conversion sake as well as mine. By Jove ! -sve get horrible 'hard measure in field service. 1 have gone almost mad about that box during the past six months ; wanted it every day and couldn't have it for lack of transportation ; the War Department demanding returns, and hospitals demanding descriptive lists of wounded men ; one threatening to stop my pay, and another to rej^ort me to the Adjutant-Gen- eral ; and I couldn't make out a paper for lack of that box. If I had only known that we were coming to Virginia, I could have prepared myself, you see ; I could have made out a memorandum-book of my company accounts to carry in my pocket ; but how did I know ?" He spoke as rapidly and eagerly as if he were pleading his case befoi-e the Adjutant-General, and showing cause why he should not be dishonorably dismissed the service. After a moment of gloomy rejection he spoke agam, still harpmg on this worrying subject. " I have six months' unfinished business to write up, or I am a disgraced man. The Commissary of Musters will report me to the Adjutant-General, and the Adjutant -Gen- eral will dismiss me from the service. It's pretty jus- tice, isn't it ?'' " But if you are a staft-officer and on detached service ?" " That doesn't matter. The moment the muster-out day comes, I am commandant of company, and responsible for company papers. I ought to go to work to-day. But I can't. I am horribly tired. I may try this evenmg." " No no, my dear friend," implored the Doctor. " You mustn't talk in this way. You will make yourself sick. You are sick. Don't you know that you are almost deli- rious on this subject ?" " Am I ? Well, let's drop it. By the way, how are you ? And how is Mrs. Carter ? Upon my honor I have iDcen shamefully selfish in talking so much about my afiairs. How is Mrs. Carter, and the little boy ?" " Very well, both of them. My daughter will be glad to see you. But you mustn't go out to-day." From Secession to Lotalty. 479 " No uo. I want some clothes. I can't go out in these filthy rags. I am loaded and disreputable with the sacred &outhern°soil. If you will have the kuidness to ring the bell, I will send for a tailor. I must be measured for a citizen's suit immediately." " My dear fellow, why won't you undress and go to bed ? I will order a strait-jacket for you if you don't." " Oh, you don't know the strength of my constitution," said Colburne, with his haggard, feverish, confident smile. " Upon my soul, you look like it !" exclaimed the Doc- tor, out of patience. " Well, what will you have for din- ner ? Of course you are not going down." " Not in these tatters — no. Why, I think I should like — let. me see — some good — oysters and mince pie." The Doctor laughed aloud, and then threw up his hands desperately. " I thought so. Stark mad. I'll order your dumer my- self, sir. You shall have some farina." " Just as you say. I don't care much. I don't want anything. But it's a long while since I have had a piece of mince pie, and it can't be as bad a diet as raw pork and green apples." " I don't know," answered the Doctor. " Now then, will you promise to take a bath and go regularly to bed as soon as I leave you ?" " I will. How you bully a fellow ! I tell you I'm not sick, to speak of I'm only a little worried." When Ravenel returned to his own apartment he found Lillie waiting to go down to dinner. " How is he ?" she asked the moment he opened the door. "Very badly. Very feverish. Hardly in his right mind." " Oh no, papa," remonstrated Lillie. " You always ex- aggerate such things. Now he isn't very bad ; is he ? Is he as sick as he was at Donnelsonville ? You know how 480 Miss RxVvenel's Conversion fast he got well then. I don't believe he is in any danger. Is he ?"' She took a strong interest in him ; it was her way to take an interest and to show it. She had much of what the French call expansion, and very little of self-repression whether in feeling or speech. " I tell you, my dear, that I am exceedingly anxious. He is almost prostrated by Aveakness, and there is a febrile excitement which is weakenmg him still more. No im- mediate danger, you understand ; but the case is certainly a very delicate and uncertain one. So many of these noble fellows die after they get home ! I wouldn't be so anxious, only that he thinks he has a vast quantity of company business on hand which must be attended to at once." " Can't we do it, or some of it, for him ?" " Perhaps so. I dare say. Yes, I thmk it likely. But now let us hurry down. I want to order something suit- able for his dinner. I must buy a dose of morphine, too, that will make him sleep till to-morrow morning. He 7nust sleep, or he won't live." " Oh, papa I I hope you didn't talk that way to liim. you are enough to frighten patients into the other world, you are always so anxious about them." " Xot much dano-er of frio-htenino; him," o-roaned the Doctor. " I wish he could be scared — just a little — just enough to keep him quiet." After dmner the Doctor saw Colburne agam. He had bathed, had gone to bed, and had an opiated doze, but was still in his state of fevered nervousness, and showed it, unconsciously to himself, in his conversation. Just now his mind was running on the subject of Gazaway, prob- ably in connection with his own lack of promotion ; and he talked ^'ith a bitterness of comment, and an irritation of feeling which were very unusual with him. " You know the secret history of his rehabilitation," said he. " Well, there is one consolation in the miserable affair. He fooled our sly Governor. You know it was From Secession to Loyalty. 481 agreed, that, after Gazaway had been whitewashed T\ith a lieutenant-colonelcy, he should show his gratitude by carrying his district for our party, and then resign to make way for the Governor's nephew. Major Rathbun. But it seems Gazaway had his own ideas. He knew a trick or two besides saving his bacon on the battle-field. His plan was that he should be the candidate for Congress from the district. When he found that he couldn't make that work, he did the next best thing, and held on to his commission. Wasn't it capital ? It pays me for bemg overlooked, dur- ing three years, in spite of the recommendations of my colonel and my generals. There he is still, Lieutenant- Colonel, with the Governor's nephew under him to do his fighting and field duty. I don't know how Gazaway got command of the conscript camp where he has been for the last year. I suppose he lobbied for it. But I know that he has turned it to good account. One of my sergeants was on detached duty at the camp, and was taken behind the scenes. He told me that he made two hundred dol- lars in less than a month, and that Gazaway must have pocketed ten times as much." " How is it possible that they have not ferreted out such a scoundrel !" exclaims the horror-stricken Doctor. " Ah ! the War Department has had a great load to carry. The War Department has had its hands too lull of Jeff Davis to attend to every smaller rascal." " But why didn't Major Rathbun have him tried for his old offences? It was the Major's interest to get him out of his own way." " Those were condoned by the acceptance of his resigna- tion. Gazaway died ofiicially with full absolution ; and then was born again in his reappomtment. He could go to work with clean hands to let substitutes escape for five hundred dollars a,-piece, while the sergeant who allowed the man to dodge him got fifty. Isn't it a beautiful story ?" '•' Shocking ! But this is doing you harm. You don't X 482 Miss Ravenel's Conversion need talk — you need sleej). I have brought you a do&e to make you hold your tongue till to-morrow mornmg." " Oh, opium. I have been living on it for the last forty- eight hours — the last week." " Twelve more hours won't hurt you. You must stop thinking and feeling. I tell you honestly that I never saw you m such a feverish state of excitation when you were wounded. You talk m a manner quite unlike yourself" " Very well," said Colburne with a long-drawn sigh, as if resignmg himself by an effort to the repugnant idea of repose. Here we may as well turn off Lieutenant-Colonel Gaza- way, since he will not be executed by any act of civil or military justice. Removed at last from the conscript camp, and ordered to the front, he at once sent in his res- ignation, backed up by a surgeon's certificate of physical disability, retired from the service with a capital of ten or fifteen thousand dollars, removed to Xew York, set up a first-class billiard-saloon, turned democrat once more, ob- tained a couple of city offices, and now has an income of seven or eight thousand a-year, a circle of admiring hench- men, and a reputation for ability in business and politics. When he speaks in a ward meetmg or in a squad of sj^ecu- lators on 'Change, his words have ten times the influence that would be accorded in the same places to the utteran- ces of Colburne or Ravenel. I, however, prefer to write the history of these two gentlemen, who appear so unsuc- cessful when seen from a worldly point of view. Fearing to disturb Colburne's slumbers, Ravenel did not visit him again until nine o'clock on the followmg morn- ing. He found him dressed, and lookmg over a mass of company records, preparatory to commencing his muster- out roll. "You ought not to do that," said the Doctor. "You are very feverish and weak. All the strength you have is from opiates, and you tax your brain fearfully by driving it on such fuel." FROii Secession to Loyalty. 483 " But it must be done, Doctor," he said with a scowl, as if trying to see clearly through clouds of fever and mor- phine. " ft is an awful job," he added with a sigh. " Just see what it is. I must have the name of every officer and man that ever belonged to the company— where, when, and by whom enlisted — where, when, and by whom mus- tered in — when and by whom last paid — what bounty paid and what bounty due — balance of clothing account —stoppages of all sorts— facts and dates of every promo- tion and reduction, discharge, death and desertion— num- ber and date of every important order. Five copies ! Why don't they demand five hundred ? Upon my soul, it doesn't seem as if I could do it," " Why not make some of your men do it ?" " I have none here. I am the only man who will go out on this paper. There is not a man of my origmal compa- ny who has not either re-eulisted as a veteran, or deserted, or died, or been killed, or been discharged because of wounds, or breaking down under hardships." " Astonishmg I" "Very curious. That Shenandoah campaign cut up our regiment wonderfully. We went there vdih four hun- dred men, and we had less than one hundred and fifty when I left."- The civilian stared at the coolness of the soldier, which seemed to him much like hard-hearted ness. The latter rubbed his forehead and eyes, not aflected by these tre- mendous recollections, but simply seeking to gain clear- ness of brain enough to commence his talk. " You must not work to-day," said the Doctor. "I have only three days for the job, and I mtist work to-day." " Well — go on then. Make your original, wliich is, I suppose, the great difficulty ; and" my daughter and I will make the four others." " Will you ? How kind you are I" At nine o'clock of the folio whig mornmg Colbume de- 484 Miss Ravenel's Conversion livered to Ravenel the original muster-out roll. During that day and the next the father and daughter finished the four copies, ^vhile Colburue lay iii bed, too sick and dizzy to raise his head. On the fourth day he went by railroad to the city of , the primary rendezvous of the regiment, and was duly mustered out of existence as an officer of the United States army. Returning to Xew iBoston that evening, he fainted at the door of the hotel, was carried to his room by the porters, and did not leave his bed for forty-eight hours. At the end of that time he dressed himself in his citizen's suit, and called on Mrs. Carter. She was astonished and frightened to see him, for he was alarmmgly thin and ghastly. Nevertheless, after the first startled exclamation of " Captain Colburne !" she added with a benevolent hypocrisy, " How much bet- ter you look than I thought to see you !" He held both her hands for a moment, gazing into her eyes with a profound gratification at their sympathy, and then said, as he seated himself, " Tliank you for your anx- iety. I am going to get well now. I am going to give myself three months of pure, perfect rest." The wearied man pronounced the word rest with a touching intonation of pleasure. " Don't call me Captain," he resumed. " The very word tires me, and I want repose. Besides, I am a' citizen, and have a right to the Mister." "He is mortified because he was not promoted," thought Lillie, and called him by the threadbare title no more. " It always seems to be our business to take care of you when you are sick," she said. " We nursed you at Tay- lorsville — that is, till we wanted some fighting done." " That seems a great while ago," replied Colburne med- itatively. "How many thmgs have happened since then !" he was about to say, but checked the utterance for fear of giving her pain. " Yes, it seems a long time ago," she repeated soberly, for she too thought how many things had happened since From Secession to Loyalty. 485 then, and thought it with more emotion, than he could give to the idea. He continued to gaze at l^er earnestly and with profound pity m his heart, while his memory flashed over the two great incidents of maternity and. widowhood. " She has fought harder battles than I have," he said to himself, wondering meanwhile to find her so little changed, and deciding that what change there was only made her more charmmg. He longed to say some word of consolation for the loss of her husband, but he would not speak of the subject until she introduced it. Lillie's mind also wondered shudderingly around that be- reavement, and then dashed desperately away from it, without uttering a plaint. " Can I see the baby ?" he asked, after these few mo- ments of silence. She colored deeply, not so much with pleasure and pride, as with a return of the old virginity of soul. He understood it; for he remembered that she had blushed in the same manner when she met him for the first time after her marriage. It was the modesty of her womanhood, confessing, " I am not what I was when you saw me last." " He is^not a baby," she laughed. " He is a great boy, more than a year old. Come and look at him." She led the wUy into her room. It was the fii*st time that he had ever been ui her room, and the place filled him with delicious awe, as if he were in the presence of some sweet sanctity. Irish Rosann," sittmg by the bed- side and reading her prayer-book, raised her old head and took a keen survey of the stranger through her silver- rimmed spectacles. On the bed lay a chubby urchm, well grown for a yearlmg, his fair fiice red with health, sun- burn, and sleep, arms spread wide apart, and one dimpled leg and foot outside of the coverlet. "" There is the Little Doctor," she said, bending down and kissing a dimple. It was a long time since she had called him " Little Gen- eral," or, " Little Brigadier." From the worship of the 486 Miss Ravenel's Conversion husband she had gone back in a great measure, perhaps altogether, tp the earlier and happier worship of the parent. " Does he look like his grandflither ?" asked Colburne. " Why ! Can't you see it ? He is wonderfully like him. He has blue eyes, too. Don't you see the resem- blance ?" " I think he has more chms than your father. He has double chins all the way down to his toes," said Colburne, pomting to the collops on the little leg. " You mustn't laugh at him," she answered. " I sup- pose you have seen him enough. Men seldom take a longer look than that at a baby." " Yes. I don't want to wake him up. I don't want the responsibility of it. I wouldn't assume the responsi- bilities of an ant. I haven't the energy for it." They returned to the little parlor. The Doctor came in, and immediately forced the invalid to lie on a sofa, proi> phig him up with pillows and proposing to cbver him with an Aftghan. •' Xo," said Colburne. " I beg pardon for my obstmacy, but I suffer with heat all the time." " It is the fever," said the Doctor. " Remittent ma- larious fever. It is no joke when it dates from Brashear City."^ " It it not bemg used to a house," answered Colburne, stubborn in faith in his OAvn health. "It is wearmg a vest and a broadcloth coat. I really am not strong enough to bear the hardships of civilization." " We shall see," said the Doctor gravely. " The Indians die^ of civilization. So does many a returned soldier. You will have to be careful of yourself for a long time to come." " I am," said Colburne. " I sleep with windows open." " Why didn't you write to us that you were sick ?" asked Lillie. " I didn't wish to worry you. I knew you were kind enough to be wori-ied. What was the use ?" Feoji Secession to Loyalty. 487 She thought that it was noble, and just like him, but she said nothing. She could not help admiring him, as he lay there, for lookmg so sick and weak, and yet so cheer ful and courageous, so absolutely mdifferent to his state of bodily depression. There was not in his face or man- ner a single shadow of expression which seemed like an appeal for pity or sympathy. He had the air of one who had become so accustomed to suffering as to consider it a common-place matter not worthy of a moment's despon- dency, or even consideration. His look was noticeably resolute, and energetic, yet patient. " You are the most resigned sick man that I ever saw," she said. " You make as good an invalid as a woman." " A soldier's life cultivates some of the Christian virtues," he answered ; " especially resignation and obedience. Just see here. You are roused at midnight, march twenty miles on end, halt three or four hours, perhaps m a pelting rain ; then you are faced about, marched back to your old quarters and dismissed , and nobody ever tells you why or wherefore. You take it very hard it first, but at last you get used to it and do just as you are bid, without com- plaint or comment. You no more pretend to reason con- cenimg your duties than a millstone troubles itself to un- derstand the cause of its revolutions. You are set in mo- tion, and you move. Think of bemg started out at early dawn and made to stand to arms till daylight, every morning, for six weeks running. You may grumble at it, but you do it all the same. At last you forget to grumble and even to ask the reason why. You obey because you are ordered. Oh ! a man learns a vast deal of stoical vir- tue in field service. He learns courage, too, agamst sick- ness as well as against bullets. I believe the war will give a manlier, nobler tone to the character of our nation. The school of suffermg teaches grand lessons." " And how will the war end ?" asked Lillie, anxious, as every citizen was, to get the opinion of a soldier on this great question. 488 Miss Raven el's Con version " We shall beat them, of course." "When?" " I can't say. Xobody can. I never heard a military man of any merit pretend to fix the time. Xow that I am a civilian, perhaps I shall resume the gift of prophecy." " Mr. Seward keeps saying, in three months." t " Well, if he keeps saymg so long enough he will hit it. Mr. Seward hasn't been serious in such talk. His only ob- ject was to cheer up the nation." " So we shall beat them ?" cheerfully repeated the con- verted secessionist. " And what then ? I hope we shall pitch uito England. I hate her for being so underhand- edly spiteful toward the Xorth, and false toward the South." " Oh no ; don't hate her. England, like every body else, doesn't like ii great neighbor, and would be pleased to see him break up into small neighbors. But England is a grand old nation, and one of the lights of the world. The only satisfaction which I should find in a war with England would be that I could satisfy my^ curiosity en a pomt of professional interest. I would like to see how European troops fight compared Tvith ours. I would cheerfully risk a battle for the spectacle." " And which do you think would beat ?" asked Lillie. " I really don't know. That is just the question. Ma- rengo against Cedar Creek, Leij^sic against the Wilder- ness. I should like, of all thmgs in the world, to see the trial." Thus they talked for a couple of hours, in a quiet way, strolling over many subjects, but discussing nothmg of deep personal interest. Colburne was too weak to have much desire to feel or to excite emotions. In studying the young woman before him he was chiefly occupied m detecting and measuring the exact change which the po- tent incidents of her later life had wrought in her expres- sion. He decided that she looked more serious and more earnest than of old ; but that was the total of his fancied discoveries ; in fact, he was too languid to analyze. From Secession to Loyalty. 489 CHAPTER XXXV. CAPTAIX COLBURXE AS MR. COLBUEXE. DuEixG three months Colburne rested from marches, battles, fatigues, emotions. He was temporarily so worn out in body and mmd that he could not even rally vigor enough to take an mterest in any but the greatest of the majestic passing events. It is to be considered that he had been case-hardened by war to all ordinary agitations ; that exj^osure to cannon and musketry had so calloused him as that he could read newspapers with tranquillity. Accordingly he troubled himself very little about the world ; and it got along at an amazing rate without his assistance. There were no more Marengos in the Shenan- doah Yalley, but there was a Waterloo near Petersburg, and an XJlm near Raleigh, and an assassination of a greater than "William of Orange at Washington, and over all a grand, re-united, triumphant republic. As to the battles Colburne only read the editorial sum- maries and official reports, and did not seem to care much for " oiu* own correspondent's " picturesque particulars. Give him the positions, the dispositions, the leaders, the general results, and he kne^w how to infer the minutiae. To some of his civilian friends, the brother abolitionists of former days, this calmness seemed like indifference to the victories of his country; and such was the eagerness and hotness of the times that some of them charged him T^-ith want of patriotism, sympathy with the rebels, copperhead- ism, etc. One day he came into the Ravenel parlor with a smile on his face, but betraying in his manner something of the irritability of weakness and latent fever. " I have heard a most astonishing thing," he said. " I have been called a Copperhead. I who fought three X2 490 Miss Ravenel's Conversion years, marched the skin off my feet, have been wounded, starved, broken down m field service, am a Copperhead. The man who inferred it ought to know ; he has lived among Copperheads for the last three years. He has never been in the army-^never smelled a pinch of rebel powder. There were no Copperheads at the front ; they were all here, at the rear, where he was. He ought to know them, and he says that I am one of them. Isn't it amazing !" " How did he discover it ?" asked the Doctor. " "We were talking about the war. This man — who has never heard a bullet whistle, please remember — asserted that the rebel soldiers were cowards, and asked my opin- ion. I demurred. He insisted and grew warm. ' But,' said I, ' don't you see that you spoil my glory ? Here I have been in the.field three years, finding these rebels a very even match in fighting. If they are cowards, I am a^ poltroon. The inference hurts me, and therefore I deny the premise.' I think that my argument aggravated him. He repeated positively that the rebels were cowards, and that whoever asserted the contrary was a southern sympa- thiser. ' But,' said I, ' the rebel armies difler from ours chiefly in being more purely American. Is it the greater proportion of native blood which causes the cowardice ?' Thereupon I had the Copperhead brand ])\\t upon my forehead, and was excommunicated from the paradise of loyalty. I consider it rather stunning. I was the only practical abolitionist in the company — the only man who had freed a negro, or caused tne death of a slaveholder. Doctor, you too must be a Copperhead. You have suf- fered a good deal for the cause of freedom and country ; but I don't believe that you consider the rebel armies packs of cowards." The Doctor noted the excitement of his young friend, and observed to himself, " Remittent malarious fever." " I get along very easily with these earnest people," he added aloud. " They say more than they strictly believe, because their feelings are stronger than can be spoken. From Secession to Loyalty. 491 They are pretty tart ; but they are mere buttermilk or lemonade compared with the nitric acid which I used to find m Louisiana ; they speak hard things, but they don't stick you under the fifth rib with a bowie-knife. Thanks to my social training in the South, I am able to say to a man who abuses me for my opinions, ' Sir, I am profoundly grateful to you for not cutting my throat from ear to ear. I shall never forget your politeness.' " The nervous fretfulness apparent in Colburne's manner on this occasion passed away as health and strength re- turned. Another phenomenon of his recovered vigor was that he began to show a stronger passion for the society of Mrs. Carter than he had exhibited when he first returned from the wars. On his well days he made a span with young Whitewood at the baby wagon ; only it was ob- servable that, after a few trials, they came to a tacit un- derstandmg to take turns in this duty ; so that when one was there, the other kept away, in a magnaminous, man fashion. Colburne found Mrs. Carter, in the main, a much more serious person in temper than when he bade her good-bye in Thibodeaux. The interest which this shadow of sadness gave her in his eyes, or, perhaps I should say, the interest with which she invested the subject of sadness in his mind, may be inferred from the somewhat wordy fervor of the following passage, which he penned about this time in his common-place book. " The BigniUj of Sorrow. Grand is the heart which is ennobled, not crushed, by sorrow ; by mighty sorrows worn, not as manacles, but as a crown. Try to conceive the dignity of a soul which has suffered deeply and borne its sufferings well, as compared with another soul which has not suffered at all. Remember how we respect a veteran battle-ship— a mere dead mass of timber, ropes, and iron— the Hartford — after her decks have run mth blood, and been torn by shot. No spectacle of new fri- gates just from the stocks, moulded in the latest perfected form, can stir our souls with sympathy like the sight of 492 Miss Rayexel's Conversion the battered hulk. Truly there is something of divinity in the man of sorrows, acquainted with grief, e^en when his body is but human, provided always that his soul has gro-VNTi purer by its trials." At one time Colburne was somewhat anxious about Mrs. Carter lest her eharacter should become permanently sombre in consequence of lonely brooding over her trou- bles. He remembered with pleasure her former girlish gayety, and wished that it might be again her prevailing expression. " Do you think you see people enough ?" he asked her. " I mean, a sufficient variety of people. Monotony of in- tellectual diet is as bad for the spiiit as monotony of physi- cal nourishment for the body." " I am sure that papa and Mr. Whitewood constitute a variety," she answered. Colburne was not badly pleased with this speech, inas- much as it seemed to convey a slight slur upon Mr. White- wood. He was so gratified, in fact, that he lost sight of the subject of the conversation until she recalled him to it. " Do you think I am gettmg musty ?" she inquired. " Of course not. But there is danger in a long-continued uniformity of spuitual surroundmgs : danger of running into a habit of reverie, brooding, melancholy : danger of growing spiritually old." " I know it. But what can a woman do ? It is one of the inconveniences of womanhood that we can't change our surroundings — not even our hoops — at our own pleas- ure. We can't run out into the world and say. Amuse us." " There are two worlds for the two sexes. A man's consists of all the millions of earth and of future time — • unless he becomes a captain in the Tenth Barataria — then he stays where he began. A woman's consists of the l^eople whom she meets daily. But she can enlarge it ; she can make it comprehend more than papa and -Mr. Whitewood." " But not more than Ravvie," said Lillie. From Secession to Loyalty. 493 As Colburne listened to this declaration be felt some- thing like jealousy of the baby, and somethmg like indigna- tion at Mrs. Carter. What busmess had she to let her- self be circumscribed by the limits of such a diminutive creature ? This was not the only time that Lillie shot this single arrow in her quiver at Mr. Colburne. She talked a great deal to him about Ravvie, believmg all the while that she kept a strict rein upon her maternal vanity, and did not mention the boy half as often as she would have been justified in doing by his obesity and other remark- able characteristics. I do not mean to intimate that the subject absolutely and acrimoniously annoyed our hero. On the whole her maternal fondness was a pleasant spec- tacle to him, especially when he drew the inference that so good a mother would be sure to make an admirable wife. Moreover his passion for pets easily flowed into an affection for this infant, and the child increased the feelmg by his grateful response to the young bachelor's attentions. Mrs. Carter blushed more than once to see her baby quit her and toddle across the room and gre^t Colburne's en- trance. " Eavvie, come here," she would say. " You trouble people." " No, no," protested Colburne, picking up the little man and setting him on his shoulder. " I like to be troubled by people who love me." Then after a slight pause, he added audaciously, " I ne- ver have been much troubled in that Avay." Mrs. Carter's blush deepened a shade or two at this ob- servation. It was one of those occasions on Avhich a wom- an always says something as mal-apropos as possible ; and in accordance with this instmct of her sex, she spoke of the Russian Plague, which was then a subject of gossip in the papers. " I am so afraid Ravvie will take it," she said. " I have heard that there is a case next door, and I am really tempted to run away with him for a week or two." 494 Miss R a y e x e l ' s C o x v e r s i o x " I wouldn't," replied Colburne. " You might run into it somewhere else. One case is not alarming. ' If I had forty children to be responsible for, T wouldn't break up for a single case." " If you had forty you mightn't be so frightened as if you had only one," remarked Mrs. Carter, seriously. Then the Doctor came in, to declare in his cheerful way that there was no Russian Plague in the city, and that, even if there were, it Avas no great affair of a disease among a well-fed and cleanly population. " We are more in danger of breaking out with national vanity," said he. " They are singing anthems, choruses, p?eans of praise to us across the water. All the nations of Europe are welcoming our triumph, as the daughters of Judea went out with cymbals and harps to greet the giant killing David. Just listen to this." Here he unfolded the Evening Post of the day, took off his eye-glasses, put on his spectacles, and read extracts from European editorials written on the occasion of the fall of Richmond -and surrender of Lee. "They are more flattering than Fourth of July ora- tions," said Colburne. " I feel as though I ought to go straight down to the sea-shore and make a bow across the Atlantic. It is enough to make a spread peacock-tail sprout upon every loyal American. I am not sure but that the next generation will be furnished with the article, as being absolutely necessary to express our consciousness of admiration. On the Darwinian theory, you know; cir- cumstances breed species." " The Europeans seem to have more enthusiastic views of us than we do of ourselves," observed Lillie. " I never thought of our being such a grand nation as Monsieur La- boulaye paints us. You never did, papa." " I never had occasion to till now," said the Doctor. " As long as we were bedraggled in slavery there was not much room for honest, intelligent pride of country. It is difterent now. These Europeans judge us aright ; we have From Secession to Loyalty. 495 done a stupendous thing. - They are outside of the strug- gle, and can survey its proportions with the eyes with which our descendants will see it. I think I can discover a little of its grandeur. It is the fifth act in the grand drama of hunjan liberty. First, the Christian revelation. Second, the Protestant reformation. Third, the war of American Independence. Fourth, the French revolution. Fifth, the struggle for the freedom of all men, without distinction of race and color; this Democratic struggle which confirms the masses in. an equality with the few. We have taught a greater lesson than all of us think or understand. Once agam we have reminded the world of Democracy, the futility of oligarchies, the outlawry of Csesarism." " In the long run the right conquers," moralized Col- burne. " Yes, as that pure and wise martyr to the cause of freedom, President Lincoln, said four years ago, right makes miglit. A just system of labor has produced power, and an unjust system has produced weakness. The North, living by free industry, has twenty millions of people, and wealth inexhaustible. The South, living by slavery, has twelve millions, one half of whom are paupers and secret enemies. The right always conquers because it always becomes the strongest. In that sense ' the hand of God ' is identical ^dth ' the heaviest battalions.' Another thing which strikes me is the intensity of character which our people have developed. We are no longer a mere collec- tion of thirty millions of bores, as Carlyle called us. There never was greater vigor or range. Look at Booth, the new Judas Iscariot. Look at Blackburn, who packed up yellow fever rags with the hope of poisoning a conti- nent. What a sweep, what a gamut, from these satanic wretches to Abraham Lincoln ! a purer, wiser and greater than Socrates, whom he reminds one of by his plain sense and homely humor. In these days — the days of Lincoln, Grant and Sherman — faith in the imagination — faith in 496 Miss Ravexel's Cox version the supernatural origin of humauity — becomes possible. We see men who are demoniacal and men who are divine. I can now go back to my childhood, and read Plutarch as I then read him, believing that wondrous men have lived because I see that they do live. I can now understand the Paradise Lost, for I have beheld Heaven fighting with Hell." "The national debt will be awful," observes Lillie, after the brief pause which naturally follows the Doctor's Cyricism. " Three thousand millions ! What will my share be ?" " We will pay it off," says the Doctor, " in a series of operatic entertainments, at a hundred thousand dollars the dress seats — back seats fifty thousand." " The southern character will be improved by the strug- gle," observed Colburne, after another silence. "They will be sweetened by adversity, as their persimmons are by frost. Besides, it is such a calming thing to have one's tight out ! It draws off the bad blood. But Avhat are we to do about punishmg.the masses? I go for punish- ing only the leaders." " Yes," coincided the Doctor. " They are the respon- sible criminals. It is astonishing how imperiously strong chara^i'ters govern weak ones. You will often meet with a man who absolutely enters into and possesses other men, making them talk, act and feel as if they were himself He puts them on and wears them, as a soldier crab puts on and wears an empty shell. For instance, you hear a man talking treason ; you look at him and say, ' It is that poor fool. Cracker.' But all the while it is Planter, who, being stronger minded than Cracker, dwells m him and blasphemes out of his windows. Planter is the living crab, and Cracker is the dead shell. The question comes up, ' Which shall we hang, and which shall we pardon ?' I say, hang Planter, and tell Cracker to get to work. Planter gone, some better man will occupy Cracker and make him speak and live virtuously." From Secession to Loyalty. 497 But strange as it may seem, unpatriotic as it may seem, there 'was a subject which interested Colburne more than these great matters. It was a woman, a widow, a mother, who, as he supposed, still mourned her dead husband, and only loved among the livmg her father and her child. How imperiously, for wise ends, we are governed by the passion of sex for sex, m spite of the superficial pleas of selfish reason and interest ! What other quality, physical or moral, have we that could take the j^lace of this bene- ficently despotic mstinct ? Do you believe that conscience, sense of duty, jihilanthropy, would induce men and women to bear with each other — to bring children into the world — to save the race from extmction ? Strike out the affec- tion of sex for sex, and earth would be, first a hell, then a desert. God is not very far from every one of us. The nation was not more certainly guided by the hand of Providence m overthrowing slavery, than was this man in loving this woman. I do not suspect that any one of these reflections entered the mind of Colburne, although he was intellectually quite capable of such a small amount of philosophy. AYe never, or hardly ever think of apply- ing general piinciples to our own cases ; and he believed, as a matter of course, that he liked Mrs. Carter simply be- cause she was individually loveable. On other subjects he could think and talk with perfect rationality ; he could even discourse transcendentally to her concernmg her own heart history. For instance, one day when she was sadder than usual, nervous, irritable, and iu imperious need of a sympathismg confidant, she alluded shyly to her sorrows, and, finding him willing to listen, added frankly, " Oh, I have been so unhappy !" It is rather strange that he did not sieze the opportunity and say, " Let me be your consoler." But he too Avas in a temporarily morbid state, his mind unpractical with fever and weakness, wandermg helplessly around the ideas of trouble and consolation like a moth around the be- 498 Miss R a vex el's Coxversiox wilderment of a candle, and not able to perceive that the great comforter of life is action, lahor, duty. " So have multitudes," he answered. " There is some comfort in that." " How can you say so ?" she asked, turning upon him in astonishment. " Look here," he answered. " There are ten thousand blossoms on an apple tree, but not five hundred of them mature into fruit. So it is with us human beings : a few succeed, the rest are failures. It is a part of the method of God. He creates many, m order that some may be sure to reach his proposed end. He abounds in means; he has more material than he needs ; he minds nothing but his results. You and I, even if we are blighted blooms, must be content with knowing that his purposes are cer- tain to be fulfilled. If we fail, others will succeed, and in that fact we can rejoice, forgetting ourselves." " Oh ! but that is very hard," said Lillie. " Yes ; it is. But what right have we to demand that we shall be happy ? That is a condition that we have no right and no power to make with the Creator of the Uni- verse. Our desire should be that we might be enabled to make others happy. I wonder that this should seem hard doctrine to you. Women, if I understand them, are full of self-abnegation, and live through multitudes of self- sacrifices." " And still it sounds haixl," persisted Lillie. " I could not bear another sacrifice." She closed her eyes under an impulse of spiritual agony, as the thought occurred to her that she might yet be called on to give up her child. " I am sorry you have been unhappy," he said, much moved by the expression of her face at this moment. " I have sympathised with you, oh, so much ! without ever saying a word before." She did not stop him from takmg her hand, and for a few moments did not withdi'aw it from his grasp. Far FEOii Secession TO Loyalty. 499 deeper than the philosophy, which she could understand but not feel, these simple and common-place words, just such as any child might utter stole mto her heart, convey- in o- a tearful sense of comfort and . eliciting a throb of gratitude. But their conversation was not often of so melancholy and sentimental a nature. She had more gay hours ^dth this old friend during a few weeks than she had had dur- ing six months previous to his arrival. She often laughed Avhen the tears Avere ready to start ; but gradually the spu-it of laughter was expelling the spirit of tears. She was hardly sensible, I suspect, how thoroughly he was wmding himself into all her emotions, her bygone griefs, her present consolations, her pitying remembrance of her husband, her love for her father and child, her recollec- tions of the last four years, so full for her of life and feel- ing. His presence recalled by turns all of these things, sweeping gently, like a hand timid because of affection, over every chord of her heart. Man has great power over a woman when he is so gifted or so circumstanced that he can touch that strongest part of her nature, her senti- ments. However, it must not be supposed that Mr. Colburne was at this time playing a very audible tune on Mrs. Car- ter's heart-strings, or that he even distinctly intended to touch that delicate instrument. He was quite aware that he must better his pecuniary condition before he could honorably meddle in such lofty music. "I must go to work," he said, after he had been at home nearly three months. " I shall get so decayed with laziness that I sha'n't be able to pick myseif up. I shall cease to be respectable if I lounge any longer than is ob- solutely necessary to restore my health." " Yes, work is best," answered the Doctor. " It is our earthly glory and blessing. It is a great comfort to think that the'evil spirit of no-work is pretty much exorcised from our nation. The victory of the North is at bottom 500 Miss Rayexel's Conversion the triumph of laboring men living by their own industry, over non-laboring men who wanted to live by the mdustry of others. Euroj^e sees this even more plainly than we do. All over that continent the industrious classes hail the triumph of the Xorth as their own victory. Slavery meant in reality to create an idle nobility. Liberty has established an industrious democracy. In working for our own living we are obeying the teachings of this war, the triumj^hant spirit of our country and age. The ycamg man who is idle now belongs to bygone and semi-barbar- ous centuries ; he is more of an old fogy than the narrow- _ est minded farm-laborer or ditch-digging emigrant. AYhat a prosperous hive this will be now that it contains no class of drones ! There was no hope of good from slavery. It was like that side of the moon which never sees the bright face of the Earth and whose night is always darkness, no matter how the heavens revolve. Yes, we must all go to work. That is, we must be useful and respectable. I am very glad for your sake that you have studied a profes- sion. A young man brought up in literary and scientific circles is subject to the temptation of concluding that it will be a fine thing to have no calling but letters. He is apt to think that he will make his living by his pen. isTow that is all wrong ; it is wrong because the pen is an un- certain means of existence ; for no man should voluntarily place himself in the condition of living from hand to mouth. Every university man, as well as every other man, should learn a profession, or a busines?, or a trade. Then, when he has somethmg solid to fall back upon, he may if he chooses try what he can do as a scholar or au- thor." " I shall re-open my law office," said Colburne. "I wonder if it 'would be unhandsome or unfaii*," queried the Doctor, " if I too should open an office and take such patients as might offer." " I don't see it. I don't see it at all," responded Col- burne. Fkom Secession to Loyalty. 501 " Xor do I, either — considering my necessities," said Ravenel, meanwhile calculatmg internally how much longer his small cash capital would last at the present rate of decrease. Within a week after this conversation two offices were opened, and the professional ranks of Kew Boston were reinforced by one doctor and one lawyer. " Papa, now that you have set up a sign," said Lillie, " I will trust you entirely ^vith Ravvie." "Yes, women always ask after a sign," observed Rav- enel. " It is astonishing how much the sex believes in pretense and show. If I should advertise myself — no matter how ignorant I might be — as a specialist in female maladies, I could have all the lady invalids in Xew Boston for patients. Positively I sometimes get out of patience with the sex for its streaks of silliness. I am occasionally tempted to believe that the greatest difficulty which man has overcome in climbing the heights of civilization is the fact that he has had to tote women on his shoulders." " I thought you never used negro phrases, j^apa." " I pass that one. Tote has a monosyllabic vigor about it which pleads for it." " You know Mrs. Poyser says that women are fools be- cause they were made to match the men." "Mrs. Poyser was a very intelligent woman — well worthy of her son, Ike," returned the Doctor, who knew next to nothmg of novels, " Now go to your office," said Lillie, " and if Mrs. Poy- ser calls on you, don't give her the pills meant for Mrs. Partington. They are different ladies." Colburne did not regret that he had been a soldier ; he would not have missed the battle of Cedar Creek alone for a thousand dollars ; but he sometimes reflected that if he had remained at home during the last three years, he might now be in a lucratire practice. From his salary as captain he had been able to lay up next to nothing. Nom- inally it was fifteen hundred and sixty dollars ; but the in- 502 Miss Ravenel's Coxveesion come tax took out thirty dollars, and he had forfeited the monthly ten dollars allowed for responsibility of arms, etc., during the time he was on staff duty ; in addition to which gold had been up to 290, diminishing the cash value of his actual pay to less than five hundred dollars. Fur- thermore he had lent largely to brother officers, and in consequence of the death of the borrowers on heroic fields, had not always been repaid. Yan Zandt owed him two hundred dollars, and Carter had fallen before he could re- turn him a similar sum. Nevertheless, thanks to the in- dustiy and economy of a father long since buried, the young man had a sufficient income to support him while he could plant the slowly growing trees of business and profit. He could live ; but could he marry ? Gold was falling, and so were prices ; but even before the war one thousand dollars a year would not support two ; and now it certainly would be insufficient for three. He considered this question a great deal more than was necessary for a man who meant to be a bachelor ; and occasionally a recollection of 'White'wood's eighty thousand gave him a pang of envy, or jealousy, or both together. The lucre which he so earnestly desired, not for its own stupid sake, but for the gratification of a secretly nursed purpose, began to flow in upon him in small but constant driblets. Some enthusiastic j^eople gave him their small jobs in the way of conveyancing, etc., because he had fought three years for his country ; and at least, somewhat to his alarm, a considerable case was thrust upon him, with a retaining fee which he immediately banked as being too large for his pocket. Conscious that his legal erudi- tion was not great, he went to a former fellow student who during the past four years had burrowed himself into a good practice, and proposed that they should take the case m partnership. " You shall be counsellor," said he, "and I will be ad- vocate. You shall furnish the law skeleton of the plea^ and I will clothe it with appeals to the gentlemen of the From Secession to Loyalty. 503 jury. I used to be famous for spouting, you know ; and I think I could ask a few questions." " I will do it for a tliird," said the other, who was not himself a pleader. " Good !" It was done and the case was gained. The pecuniary profits were divided, but Colburne carried away all the popular fame, for he had spouted in such a manner as quite to dissolve the gentlemen of the jury. The two young men went into partnership on the basis afforded by their "first transaction, and were soon in possession of a promismg if not an opulent busmess. It began to seem possible that, at a not very distant day, Colburne might mean something if he should say, " I endow thee mth my worldly goods." CHAPTER XXXVI. A BRACE OF OFFERS. At last Colburne gave Mrs. Carter a bouquet. It was a more significant act than the reader who loves flowers will perceive without an explanation. Fond as he was of pets and of most things which are, or stand as emblems of innocence, he cared very little for flowers except as features of a landscape. He was conscious of a gratifica- tion in walking along a field path which ran through dandelions, buttercups, etc.; but he never would have thought of picking one of them for his own pleasure any more than of picking a maple tree. In short, he was defi- cient in that sense which makes so many people crave their presence, and could probably have lived in a flower- less land without any painfnl sentiment of barrenness. Therefore it was only a profound and affectionate study 504 Miss Ravenel's Conversion into Mrs. Carter's ways and tastes which brought him to the point of buying and bringing to her a bouquet. He was actually surprised at the flush of pleasure with Avhich she received it : a pleasure evidently caused in great measure by the nature of the gift itself; and only in small part, he thought, by a consciousness of the motives of the giver. He watched her with great interest while she gaily filled a vase with water, put the bouquet in it, placed it on the mantel piece, stej^ped back to look at it, then set it on her work-table, took in the effect once more, drcAV a pleased sigh and resumed her seat. Her Diana- like, graceful form showed to advantage in the plain black dress, and her wavy blonde hair seemed to him specially beautiful in its contrast with her plain widow's cap. Youth mth its health and hope had brought back the rounded outlines which at one time had been a little wasted by maternity and sorrow. Her white and smgularly clear s'kin had resumed its soft roseate tint and could show as distinctly as ever the motions of the quickly-stirred blood. Her blue eyes, if not as gay as they were four years ago were more eloquent of experience, thought, and feeling. Mr. Colburne must be pardoned for thmking that she was more beautiful than the bouquet, and for wondermg how she could prize a loveliness so much inferior in grace and expression to her own. " Do you know ?" she said, and then checked herself. She was about to remind him that these were the first flowers Avhich he ever gave her, and to laugh at him good humoredly for havmg been so slow in divming one of her passions. But the idea struck her that the gift might be, for the very reason of its novelty, too significant to be a proper subject for her comments. " Do you know," she continued, after a scarcely per- ceptible hesitation, " that I am not so fond of flowers as I was once ? They remind me of Louisiana, and I — don't love Louisiana." " But this is thanking you very poorly for your pre- Fkom Secession to Loyalty. 505 sent," she added, after another and longer pause. " You know that I am obliged to you. Don't you ?" " I do," said Colburne. He had been many times re- paid for his offering by seeing the pams which she took to preserve it and place it to the best advantage. " It is very odd to me, though, that you never seemed to love them," she observed, reverting to her first thought. " It is my misfortune. I have a pleasure the less. It is like not having an ear for music." " How can you love poetry without loving flowers ?" " I knew a sculptor once who couldn't find the slightest charm or the slightest exhibition of cajDacity in an opera. I had a soldier in my company who could see perfectly well by daylight, but was stone blind by moonlight. That is the way some of us are made. We are but partially de- veloped or, rather, not developed equally in all directions. My aesthetic self seems to be lacking in button-holes for bouquets. If I could carry a landscape about in my hand, I think I would ; but not a bunch of flowers." " But you love children ; and they are flowers." "Ah! but they are so human! They make a noise; they appreciate you comprehensibly ; they go after a fellow." So you like people who go after you ? thought Mrs. Carter, smiling to herself at the confession. Somehow she was interested in and pleased vdtb. the minutest peculiar- ities of Mr. Colburne. From that day forward her work table rarely lacked a bouquet, although her friend's means, after paying his board bill, were not by any means amj^le. In fact there soon came to be two bouquets, representing rival admirers of the lady. Young Whitewood, who loved flowers, and had a greenhouse full of them, but had never hitherto dared present one to the pretty widow, took courage from Colburne's example, and far exceeded him in the sump- tuousness of his offerings. By the way, I must not neglect this shy gentleman's claims to a place in my narrative. He 506 Miss Rate x el's Conversion Tras a prorament figure of evenings in the Ravenel parlor, and did a great deal of talking there on learned subjects ^Yitb. the Doctor, sitting the while on the edge of his chair, with his thin legs twisted around each other in such a Avay as to exhibit with painful distinctness their bony outlines. Each of these young men was considerably afraid of the other. Colbunie recognized the fact that a fortune of eighty thousand dollars would be a very suit- able adjunct to Mrs. Carter's personal and social graces, and that it would be perfectly proper in her to accept it if offered, as it seemed likely to be. Whitewood bowed modestly to Colburne's superior conversational cleverness, and humbled himself in the dust before his honorable fame as a soldier. What was he, a man of j^eace, a patiiot who had only talked and paid, in comparison wkh this other man who had shed his blood and risked his life for their common country and the cause of human progress ? So when the Captain talked to Mrs. Carter, the tutor con- tented himself with Doctor Ravenel. He was painfully conscious of his own stiffness and coldness of style, and mourned over it, and envied the ease and wannth of these southerners. To tliis subject he frequently alluded, driven thereto by a sort of agony of conviction ; for the objective White wood imperfectly expressed the subjective, who thought earnestly and felt ardently. " I don't understand," he said mournfully, " why i>eo- ple of the same blood should be so different — in tact, so oj^posed — in manner, as are the northerners and south- erners." " The difference spiings from a radical difference of pur- pose in their lives," said the Doctor. " The pro-slavery South meant oligarchy, and imitated the manners of the European nobility. The democratic Xortli means equality — every man standing on his own legs, and not bestriding other men's shoulders — every man passing for just what he is, and no more. It means honesty, sincerity, frank- ness, in word as well as deed. It means c^eneral hard Feom Secession to Loyalty. 507 work, too, ill consequence of which there is less chance to cultivate the graces. The polish of the South is superficial and semi-barbarous, like that of the Poles and all other slaveholding oligarchies. I confess, however, that I should like to see a little more sympathy and expansion in the northern manners. A native, untravelled New Bostonian is rather too much in the style of an iceberg. He is enough to cause atmospheric condensation and changes of temper- ature. It is a story that when a new Yankee arrives in the warm air of Louisiana, there is always a shower. But that, you know, is an exaggeration." Whitewood laughed in a disconcerted, conscience- stricken manner. " Xevertheless, they do a vast deal of good," continued the Doctor. " They purify as well as disturb the atmo- sphere. To me, a southerner, it is a humiliatmg reflection, that, but for these Yankees and their cold moral purity, we should have established a society upon the basis of the most horrible slavery that the world has known since the days of pagan Rome." Whitewood glanced at Mrs. Carter. She smiled acqui- escence and sympathy ; her conversion from secession and slavery was complete. All this while Colburne boarded at the I^ew Boston House, and saw the Doctor and Mrs. Carter and Ravvie every day. When they went down to the sea-shore for a week during the hot weather, he could not leave his busi- ness to accompany them, as he wished, but must stay in New Boston, feeling miserably lonesome of evenmgs, although he knew hundreds of people in the little city. It was an aggravation of his troubles to learn that Mr. Whitewood had followed the Ravenels to the watering- place. When the family returned, still accompanied by the eighty thousand dollar youth, Colbunie looked very searchingly into the eyes of Mrs. Carter to discover if pos- sible what she had been doing with herself She noticed it, and blushed deeply, which puzzled and troubled him 508 Miss Raven, el's Conversion through hours of subsequent meditation. If they were en- gaged, they would certainly tell me, thought he ; but nev- ertheless he was not entirely easy about the matter. It happened the next evening that he lounged into one of the small parlors of the hotel, intending to pass out upon a little front balcony and look at the moonlit, elm- arched glories of the Common. A murmur of two voices — a male voice and a female — came in from the balcony and checked his advance. As he hesitated young White- wood entered the room through the open window, hastily followed a moment afterward by Mrs. Carter. " Mr. Whitewood, please say nothing about this," she whispered. " Of course you will not. I never shall." " Certainly, not," replied the young man. The tone in which he spoke was so low that Colburne could detect no expression in it, whether of despondency or triumph. Entering as they did from the moonlight into a room Avhich had been left unlighted in order to keep out sum- mer bisects, neither of them perceived the involuntary listener. Whitewood went out by the door, and Mrs. Carter returned to the balcony. In order that the reader may be spared the trouble of turning over a few pages here, I will state frankly that the young man had pro- posed and been refused, and that Mrs. Carter had begged him not to let the aliair get abroad because — well, because a sudden impulse came over her to do just that, whether it concerned her or not to 'keep the secret. Colburne remained alone, in such an agony of anxiety as he had not believed himself capable of feeling. All the stoicism which he had learned by forced marches, starva- tions, and battles was insufficient, or was not of the proper kind, to sustain him comfortably under the torture in- flicted by his supposed discovery. The Rachel whom he had waited for more than four years was again lost to him. But was she lost ? asked the hope that never dies in us. It was not positively certain; words and situations may have different meanings; his rival did not seem much From Secession to Loyalty. 509 elated. He would ask Mrs. Carter what the scene meant, and learn his fate at once. She would not keep the secret from him when he should tell her the motives which in- duced him to question her. Whether she refused him or not, whether she was or was not engaged to another, he would of course be entirely frank with her, only regretting that he had not been so before. He was whole-souled enough, he had learned at least this much of self-abnega- tion, not to try to save his vanity in such a matter as lov- ing for life. As the most loveable woman that he had ever known, it was due to her that she should be informed that his heart was at her command, no matter what she mio;ht do with it. The feelino- of the moment was a grand one, but not beyond the native power of his char- acter, although three years ago he had not been sufficiently developed to be capable of it. He stepped to the window, pushed apart the long damask curtams and stood by her side. " Oh ! Is it you !" she exclaimed. " You quite startled me." Then, after a moment's hesitation, " When did you come in ?" " I was in the room three minutes ago," he answered, and paused to draw a long breath. " Tell me, Mrs. Car- ter," he resumed, " what is it that Mr. Whitew^ood is to keep secret ?" " Mr. Colburne !" she rei^lied, full of astonishment that he should put such a question. " I did not overhear intentionally," he went on. " I did not hear much, and I wish to know more than I heard." Mr. Colburne was master of the situation, although he was not aware of it. Surprise was the least of Lillie's emotions ; she was quite overwhelmed by her lover's presence, and by the question which he put to her ; she could not have declared truly at the moment that her soul w^as altogether her own. " Oh, Mr. Colburne ! I cannot tell you," w\as all she could say, and that in a whisper. 510 Miss Ravenel's Conversion She would have told him all, if he had insisted, but he did not. He liad manliness enough, he was sufficiently- able to affront danger and suffering, to say what was in liis own lieart, ^^thout knowing what had passed between her and his rival. He stood silent a moment, j^ondering, not over his purpose, but as to what his words should be. Then flashed across him a suspicion of the truth, that Whitewood had made his venture and met with ship- wreck. A wave of strong hope seemed to lift him over reefs of doubt, and shook him so, like a ship trembling on a billow, that for an instant longer he could not sj^eak. Just then Rosann's recognizable Irish voice was heard, ' calling, " Mrs. Carter! Mrs. Carter! Might I spake t' ye?" " What is it ?" asked Lillie, steppmg by Colburne into the parlor. Ravvie was cutting a double tooth, was feverish and fretful, and she had been anxious about him. " Ma'am, I'd like t' have ye see the baby. I'm thinkm' he ought t' have somethrn' done for 'm. He's mightily worried." "Please excuse me, Mr. Colburne," said the mother, and ran up stairs. Thus it happened that Lillie unintention- ally evaded the somewhat remarkable and humiliating circumstance of receiving two declarations of love, two offers of marriage, in a single evening. She did not, how- ever, know precisely what it was that she had escaped ; and, moreover, she did not at first think much about it. except in a very fragmentary and unsatisfactory manner ; for Ravvie soon went into convulsions and remained in a precarious condition the whole night, absorbing all her time and attention. Of course he had his gums lanced, and his chubby feet put in hot water, and medicine poured down his patient throat. In the morning he was so com- fortable that his mother went to bed and slept till noon. When she awoke and found Ravvie quite recovered, and had kissed his cheeks, his dimpled neck, and the fat col- lops in his legs a hundred times or so, and called him her From Secession to Loyalty. 511 own precious, and her dearest darling, and her sweet little man at every kiss, she began to dress herself and to think ' of Mr. Colburne, and of his imexplamed anxieties to say — what ? She went tremulously to dinner, blushing scarlet after her sensitive manner as she entered the dining-room, but quite unnecessarily, inasmuch as he was not at table. She could not say whether she was most relieved or an- noyed by his unexpected absence. It is w- orthy of record that before tea-time she had learned through some round- about medium, (Rosann and the porter, I fear,) that Mr. Colburne had been summoned to New York by a tele- gram and was not expected back for a day or two. Her father was away on a mineralogical hunt, unearthing bur- rows and w^arrens of Smithites and Browmites. Thus she had plenty of opportunity for reflection, and she probably emj^loyed it as well as most young w^omen w^ould under similar-circumstances, but, of course, to no purpose at all so far as concerned takmg any action. In such matters a woman can do little more than sit still while others trans- act her history. She was under the spell : it was not she who would control her own fate : it was Mr. Colburne. She was ashamed and almost angry to find that she was so weak ; she declared that it was disgraceful to fall in love w^th a man who had not yet told her plainly that he loved her ; but all her shame, and anger, and declarations could not alter the stubborn fact. She would never own it to any one else, but she w^as obliged to confess it to her- self, although the avowal made her cry w^ith vexation. She had to remember, too, that it was not quite two years and a half smce she was married, and not quite eighteen months since she had become a widow. She walked through a valley of humiliation, very meek in spirit, and yet, it must be confessed, not very unhappy. At times she defended herself, asking the honest and rational ques- tion. How could she help loving this man ? He had been so faithful and delicate, he was so brave and noble, that she wondered that every woman who knew him did not 512 Miss Rave x el's Cox version adore him. And then, as she thought of liis perfections, she went tremblingly back to the inquiry, Did he love her? He had not gone so far as to say it, or anything approach- ing to it ; and yet he surely woukl not have asked her what had passed between another man and herself unless he meant to lay bare to her his uimost heart ; she knew that he was too generously delicate to demand such a confidence except T\dth a most serious and tender purpose. She did not mdeed suppose that he would have gone on then to say everythmg that he felt for her ; for it did not seem to her that any one moment which she could fix upon would be great enough for such a revelation. But it would have come in time, if she had answered him suit- ably ; it might come yet, if she had not offended him, and if he did not meet some one whom he should see to be more desirable. Had she offended him by her manner, or by what she had said, or failed to say ? Oh, how easy it is to suspect that those Avhom we love are vexed with us ! If it should be so that she had given him cause of ancrer, how could she make 23eace with him without demeaning herself? Well, let the worst come to the worst, there was her boy who would always be faithful and loving. She kissed him violently and repeatedly, but could not keep a tear or two from fallmg on him, although why they were shed the child could have explained as rationally as she. Of all these struggles Colburne knew nothmg and guessed nothing. He too had his yearnings and anxieties, although he did not express them by kissing anything or crying upon anything. He was sternly fearful lest he was losmg all-ipiportant moments, and he attended to his busi- ness in New York as energetically as he would have stormed a battery. Had he offended Mrs. Carter ? Had Whitewood succeeded, or failed, or not tried ? He could not answer any of these questions, but he was in a fury to get back to New Boston. Lillie trembled when she heard his knock upon the door • Feom Secession to Loyalty. 513 at eight o'clock that evening. She knew it was his by in- stmct ; she had known it two or three times during the day when it was only a servant's ; but at last she was right in her divination. She was trying at the moment to write a letter to her father, T\4th the door open into her bed-room, where Ravvie sat imder the benign spectacles of Rosann. In answer to her " Come in," Colburne en- tered, looking pale with want of sleep, for he had worked nights and travelled days. " I am so glad you have come back," she said in her frank way. " And I am so glad to get back," he replied, dropping wearily into an easy chair. " ^7hen does your father re- turn ?" " I don't know. He told me to write to him at Spring- field until I got word to stop." Colburne Avas pleased ; the Doctor would not be at home for a day or two ; that would give him other opportunities in case this one should result in a failure. The little parlor looked more formidable than the balcony, and the glare of the gas was not so encouraging as the mellow moonlight. He did not feel sure how he should be able to speak here, where she could see every working of his countenance. He did not know that from the moment he began to speak of the subject which filled his heart she would not be able to look him in the face until after she had promised to be his "altogether and forever. TTomen always will talk at such times. They seem to dread to be caught, and to know that silence is a danger- ous trap for the feelings ; and consequently they prattle about anything, no matter what, provided the i^rattle will prolong the time during which the hunter is in chase. " You look quite worn out with your journey," she said. " I should think you had made a forced march to IN'ew York and back on foot." " I have been under the necessity of working nights," he answered, without tellinor her that it was the desire to Y2 ^ 514 Miss Raven el's Conversion return as quickly as j^ossible to her which had constituted the forcing power. " You shouldn't do it. You will wear yourself down again, as you did in field service." " Xo. There are no privations here ; no hunger, and no food more unwholesome than hungjer ; no suffering: with cold ; no malaria. If I fall sick here, it will only be with living too well, and having too easy a time. Somebody says that death is a disgrace ; that man ought to be ashamed of himself for dying. I am inclined to admit it, unless the man is m field service. In field service I have suffered keenly now and then, so as to become babyish about it, and think of you and how glad you would be to give me somethmg to eat." She made no reply, except to look at him steadily for a moment, admirmg what seemed to her the heroism of speaking so lightly of hardships. " You see I confided strongly in your kindness," he re- sumed. " I do so still." The color flooded her face and neck as she divined from his manner that he was about to resume the conversation of the barlcony. He rose, walked to the door which led into the bed-room, closed it gently and came back. She could not speak nor raise her eyes to his face as he stood before her. If he had kept silence for a few moments she would probably have recovered herself and said, " Won't you sit down," or some such insanity.. But he did not give her time for that ; he took one of her hands in both of his and said, " Lillie !" There was a question m the tone, but she could not an- swer it except by suddenly raising her other hand to her face, as if to hide the confession which was glowing there. " You know that I have loved you four years," he went on, bending down to her and whispermg. She never knew how it was that she found herself a moment afterwards on her feet, leaning against his breast, with her head on his shoulder, sobbing, trembling, but full Fkom Secession to Loyalty. 515 of joy. The man whom she ought always to have loved, the man whom she now did love with the whole strength of her being, whom she could trust perfectly and forever, had claimed her as his, and she had resigned herself to him, not desiring to reserve a drop of her blood or a thought of her soul. Xothing could separate them but death ; nothing could make them unhappy but losing each other : for the moment there Avas nothing in the world but they two and their love. After a time — it might have been five minutes, or half an hour — she remembered — positively recollected with a start — that she had a child. " Come and see him," she said. " Come and look at our boy." She caught him by the arm, and dragged him, willing to go, into the room where Ravvie lay asleep. She never thought of her flushed face and disordered hair, although Rosann's spectacles were fixed upon her ^ith an astonish- ment which seemed to enlarge their silver-bound orbits. " Isn't he beautiful !" she whispered. " He is yours — mine — ours." Kosann gavcher head a toss of comprehension and sat- isfaction in which I heartily join her, as does also, I hope, the reader. Colburne and then Lillie kissed the child — all uncon- scious of the love which was lavished on him, which filled the room, and was copious enough to fill lives. It had all come like a great surprise to Lillie. As much as she may have desired it, as much as she may have hoped it m moments for which she reproached herself at the time as absurd and almost immodest, it nevertheless de- scended upon her, this revelation, with wings of dazzling astonishment. In the night she awoke to disbelieve, and then to remember all with a joyful faith. And while think- ing it over, in a delicious reverie which could not justly be called thought, but rather a thrilling succession of recollections and sentiments, there came to her among the multitude of impressions a wonder at her own happiness. 516 Miss Rate x el's Co x ye k sign She seemed with amazement to see herself in double : the one figure -svidowed and weeping, seated amid the tombs of perished hopes : the other also widowed in garb, but about to put on garments of bridal white, and with a face which lit up the darkness. " How can it be !" she exclaimed aloud, as she remem- bered the despair of eighteen months ago. Then she added, smilmg with a delicious consciousness of justifica- tion, " Oh ! I love him better than I ever loved any other. I am right in loving him." After that she commended the once-loved one, who was dead, to Heaven's pity — and then prayed long and fer- vently for the newly loved one who was living — but brokenly, too, and stopping now and then to smile at his bright image painted on the niglit. Last came a prayer for her child, whom she might have forgotten in these passionate emotions, only that she could hear his gentle breathiug through the quiet midnight. " I wonder how you can love me so, when I kept you so long away from me," she said to Colbume at their next meeting. ^ " You are all the dearer for it," he answered. " Yes, even because another stood for a long time between us, you are all the dearer. Perhaps it ought not to be so ; but so it is, my darling." Her gratitude was uttered in a silent, fervent pressure of her lips against his cheek. These were the only words that passed between them concerning her first marriage. " Where are we to live ?" he asked. " Do you want to LTO back to Xew Orleans ?" 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PrBLisuED BY HAEPER & BROTHERS, New York. HAErEE & Brothers will send any of the above u'orks by Mail, postage prepaid, to any part of tJie United States, on receipt of the price. «■ l-ney do honor to American Literatiire, and would do honor to the Literature of any Country in the World." THE RISE OF THE DUTCH REPUBLIC. By JOHN LOTHEOP MOTLEY. New Edition. With a Portrait of Williaji of Orange. 3 vols. 8vo, Muslin, $9 00. "We regard this Avork as the best contribution to modem history that has yet been made by an American. — Methodist Quarterly Review. • The "History of the Dutch Republic" is a great gift to us; but the heart and earnestness that beat through all its pages are greater, for they give us most timely inspiration to vindicate the true ideas of our country, and to compose an able history of our own. — Christian Examiner (Boston). This work bear* on its face the evidences of scholarship and research. Tha aiTangement is clear and effective; the style energetic, lively, and often brilliant » * * Mr. Motley's instructive volumes will, we trust, have a circulation commen- surate with their interest and \a.\uQ.— Protestant Episcopal Quarterly Review. To the illustration of this most interesting period Mr. Motley has brought the matured powers of a' vigorous and brilliant mind, and the abundant fruits of pa- tient and judicious study and deep reflection. The result is, one of -the most important contributions to historical literature that have been made in this coun- try. —Xorth American Review. "VVe would conclude this notice by earnestly recommending our readers to pro- cure for themselves this truly great and admirable work, by the production of which the auther has conferred no less honor upon his country than he has -won praise and fame for himself, and than which, we can assure them, thev can find nothing more attractive or interesting within the compass of modern literature. — Evangelical Review. It is not often that we have the pleasure of commending to the attention of the lover of books a work of such extraordinary aud unexceptionable excellence as this one. — Universalist Quarlerlij Review. There are an elevation and a classic polish in these volumes, and a felicity of grouping and of portraiture, which invest the subject with the attractions of a living and stirring episode in the grand historic drama.— Sotrf/iern Methodist Quarterly Revieic. The author writes with a genial glow and love of his suhject— Presbyterian Quarterly Revieio. Mr. Motley is a sturdy Republican and a hearty Protestant His style is live- ly and picturesque, and his work is an honor and an important accession to our national literature. — Church Revieic. Mr. Motley's work is an important one, the result of profound research, sincere convictions, sound principles, and manlv sentiments; and even those who are most familiar with the history of the period will find in it a fresh and vivid ad- dition to their previous knowledge. It does honor to American literature, and \7ould do honor to the literature of any country in the v,'0Tld.—Edi7iburQh Re- view. A serious chasm in English historical literature has been (by this book) very remarkably filled. * * * A history as complete as industry and genius can make it now lies before us, of the first twenty years of the revolt of the United Prov- inces, * * * All the essentials of a great writer Mr. Motley eminently possesses. His mind is broad, his industry unwearied. In power of dramatic desci-iptioa no modem historian, except, perhaps, Mr. Carlyle, surnasses him, and in analy- sis of character he is elaborate and distinct.— Westminster Reiiew. a MOTLEY'S RISE OF THE DUTCH KEPUBLia It is a work of real historical value, the result of accurate criticism, ■written in a liberal spirit, and from first to last deeply interesting.— ^(/icnopum. The style is excellent, clear, vivid, eloquent; and the industry with which original sources have been investigated, and through which new light has been 6hed over perplexed incidents and characters, entitles Mr. Motley to a liigh rank in the literature of an age peculiarly rich in history.— Sorth British Review. It abounds in new information, and, as a first work, commands a very cordial recognition, not merely of the promise it gives, but of the extent and importance of the labor actually performed on it. — London Examiner. Mr. Motley's "History" is a work of which any country might be proud. — Press (London). Mr. Motley's History will be a standard book of reference in historical litera- tuTQ.— London Literary Gazette. Mr. Motley has searched the whole range of historical documents necessary to the composition of his work. — London Leader. This is really a great work. It belongs to the class of books in which we range our Grotes, Milmans, Merivales, and Macaulays, as the glories of English literature in the department of history. * * * Mr. Slotley's gifts as a historical writer are among the highest and rarest. — Nonconformi-it (London). Mr. Motley's volumes will well repay perusal. * * * For his learning, his liberal tone, and his generous enthusiasm, we he^irtily commend him, and bid him good speed for the remainer of his interesting and heroic narrative. — Saturday Review. The story is a noble one, and is worthily treated. * * * Mr. Motley has had the patience to unravel, with unfailing perseverance, the thousand intricate plots of the adversaries of the Prince of Orange ; but the details and the literal extracts which he has derived from original documents, and transferred to his pages, give a truthful color and a picturesque eflfect, which are especially charming. — London Daily News. » M. Lothrop Motley dans son magnifique tableau de la formation de notre R6- publique. — G. Geoen Van Peinsteeee. Our accomplished countryman, Mr. J. Lothrop Motley, who, during the last five years, for the better prosecution of his labors, has established his residence in the neighborhood of the scenes of his narrative. No one acquainted with the fine powers of mind possessed by this scholar, and the earnestness with which he has devoted himself to the task, can doubt that he will do full justice to his im- portant but difficult subject. — W. H. Peescott. 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