Part 59 (1/2)

”An' so, last week, I was spinning. An' I walked up an' down, an' the sun was s.h.i.+ning, clear and steady, an' I could see out of the door, an'

there wasn't a sound, an' there wa'n't anything moved. An' it was as though G.o.d Almighty had made a ball of gold with green trees on it and had thrown it away, away! higher than the moon, an' had left it there with nothin' on it but a dronin', dronin' wheel. An' it was like the world was where the armies are. An' it was like I had to get there somehow, an' see Pap again an' Dave an' Billy an'--an' see Billy. There wa'n't no help for it; it was like I had to go. An' I stopped the wheel, an' I said to mother, 'I am going where the armies are.' An' she says to me, she says, 'You don't know where they are.' An' I says to her, I says, 'I'll find out.' An' I took my sunbonnet, an' I went down the mountain to the tollgate and asked Mr. Cole. An' he had a letter from--from Mr. Gold--”

”Oh!” thought Margaret. ”It is Allan Gold!”

”An' he read it to me, an' it said that not a man knew, but that he thought the army was goin' to Richmond an' that there would be terrible fightin' if it did. An' I went back up the mountain, an' I said to mother, 'Violetta can do most as much as I can now, an' I am goin' to Richmond where the army's goin'. I am goin' to see Pap an' Dave an'--an'

Billy, an' I am goin' to stay with Cousin Nanny Pine.' An' mother says, says she, 'Her name is Oak now, but I reckon you'll know her house by the bonnets in the window.' Mother was always like that,” said Christianna, again, with soft pride. ”Always quick-minded! She sees the squirrel in the tree quicker'n any of us--'ceptin' it's Billy. An' she says, 'How're you goin' to get thar, Christianna--less'n you walk?' An'

I says, 'I'll walk.'”

”Oh, poor child!” cried Judith! ”Did you?”

”No, ma'am; only a real little part of the way. It's a hundred and fifty miles, an' we ain't trained to march, an' it would have taken me so long. No, ma'am. Mrs. Cole heard about my goin' an' she sent a boy to tell me to come see her, an' I went, an' she gave me a dollar (I surely am goin' to pay it back, with interest) an' a lot of advice, an' she couldn't tell me how to find Pap an' Dave an' Billy, but she said a deal of people would know about Allan Gold, for he was a great scout, an' she gave me messages for him; an' anyhow the name of the regiment was the 65th, an' the colonel was your son, ma'am, an' he would find the others for me. An' she got a man to take me in his wagon, twenty miles toward Lynchburg, for nothin'. An' I thanked him, an' asked him to have some of the dinner mother an' Violetta had put in a bundle for me; but he said no, he wasn't hungry. An' that night I slept at a farmhouse, an' they wouldn't take any pay. An' the next day and the next I walked to Lynchburg, an' there I took the train.” Her voice gathered firmness. ”I had never seen one before, but I took it all right. I asked if it was goin' to Richmond, an' I climbed on. An' a man came along an' asked me for my ticket, an' I said that I didn't have one, but that I wanted to pay if it wasn't more than a dollar. An' he asked me if it was a gold dollar or a Confederate dollar. An' there were soldiers on the train, an' one came up an' took off his hat an' asked me where I was goin', an'

I told him an' why, an' he said it didn't matter whether it was gold or Confederate, and that the conductor didn't want it anyhow. An' the conductor--that was what the first man was called--said he didn't reckon I'd take up much room, an' that the road was so dog-goned tired that one more couldn't make it any tireder, an' the soldier made me sit down on one of the benches, an' the train started.” She shut her eyes tightly. ”I don't like train travel. I like to go slower--”

”But it brought you to Richmond--”

Christianna opened her eyes. ”Yes, ma'am, we ran an' ran all day, making a lot of noise, an' it was so dirty; an' then last night we got here--an' I slept on a bench in the house where we got out--only I didn't sleep much, for soldiers an' men an' women were going in and out all night long--an' then in the mahnin' a coloured woman there gave me a gla.s.s of milk an' showed me where I could wash my face--an' then I came out into the street an' began to look for Cousin Nanny Pine--”

”And you couldn't find her?”

”She isn't here, ma'am. I walked all mahnin', looking, but I couldn't find her, an' n.o.body that I asked knew. An' they all said that the army from the Valley hadn't come yet, an' they didn't even know if it was coming. An' I was tired an' frightened, an' then at last I saw a window with two bonnets in it, and I said, 'Oh, thank the Lord!' an' I went an'

knocked. An' it wasn't Cousin Nanny Pine. It was another milliner. 'Mrs.

Oak?' she says, says she. 'Mrs. Oak's in Williamsburg! Daniel Oak got his leg cut off in the battle, an' she boarded up her windows an' went to Williamsburg to nurse him--an' G.o.d knows I might as well board up mine, for there's nothin' doin' in millinery!' An' she gave me my dinner, an' she told me that the army hadn't come yet from the Valley, an' she said she would let me stay there with her, only she had three cousins' wives an' their children, refugeein' from Alexandria way an'

stayin' with her, an' there wasn't a morsel of room. An' so I rested for an hour, an' then I came out to look for some place to stay. An' it's mortal hard to find.” Her soft voice died. She wiped her eyes with the cape of her sunbonnet.

”She had best come with me,” said Margaret to Judith. ”Yes, there is room--we will make room--and it will not be bad for Miriam to have some one.... Are we not all looking for that army? And her people are in Richard's regiment.” She rose. ”Christianna, child, neighbours must help one another out! So come with me, and we shall manage somehow!”

Hospitality rode well forward in the Thunder Run creed. Christianna accepted with simplicity what, had their places been changed, she would as simply have given. She began to look fair and happy, a wild rose in suns.h.i.+ne. She was in Richmond, and she had found a friend, and the army was surely coming! As the three rose from the church step, there pa.s.sed a knot of mounted soldiers. It chanced to be the President's staff, with several of Stuart's captains, and the plumage of these was yet bright.

The Confederate uniform was a handsome one; these who wore it were young and handsome men. From spur to hat and plume they exercised a charm.

Somewhere, in the distance, a band was playing, and their n.o.ble, mettled horses pranced to the music. As they pa.s.sed they raised their hats. One, who recognized Judith, swept his aside with a gesture appropriate to a minuet. With sword and spur, with horses stepping to music, by they went. Christianna looked after them with dazzled eyes. She drew a fluttering breath. ”I didn't know things like that were in the world!”

A little later the three reached the gate of the house which sheltered Margaret and Miriam. ”I won't go in,” said Judith. ”It is growing late.... Margaret, I am going to the President's to-night. Father wishes me to go with him. He says that we are on the eve of a great battle, and that it is right--” Margaret smiled upon her. ”It _is_ right. Of course you must go, dear and darling child! Do not think that I shall ever misunderstand you, Judith!”

The other kissed her, clinging for a moment to her. ”Oh, mother, mother!... I hear the cannon, too, louder and louder!” She broke away.

”I must _not_ cry to-night. To-night we must all have large bright eyes--like the women in Brussels when 'There was revelry by night'--Isn't it fortunate that the heart doesn't show?”

The town was all soft dusk when she came to the kinsman's house which had opened to her. Crowded though it was with refugee kindred, with soldier sons coming and going, it had managed to give her a small quiet niche, a little room, white-walled, white-curtained, in the very arms of a great old tulip tree. The window opened to the east, and the view was obstructed only by the boughs of the tree. Beyond them, through leafy openings, night by night she watched a red glare on the eastern horizon--McClellan's five-mile-distant camp-fires. Entering presently this room, she lit two candles, placed them on the dressing table, and proceeded to make her toilette for the President's House.

Through the window came the sound of the restless city. It was like the beating of a distant sea, with a ground swell presaging storm. The wind, blowing from the south, brought, too, the voice of the river, pa.s.sionate over its myriad rocks, around its thousand islets. There were odours of flowers; somewhere there was jasmine. White moths came in at the window, and Judith, rising, put gla.s.s candle-shades over the candles. She sat brus.h.i.+ng her long hair; fevered with the city's fever, she saw not herself in the gla.s.s, but all the stress that had been and the stress that was to be. Cleave's latest letter had rested in the bosom of her dress; now the thin oblong of bluish paper lay before her on the dressing table. The river grew louder, the wind from the south stirred the ma.s.ses of her hair, the jasmine odour deepened. She bent forward, spreading her white arms over the dark and smooth mahogany, drooped her head upon them, rested lip and cheek against the paper. The sound of the warrior city, the river and the wind, beat out a rhythm in the white-walled room. _Love--Death! Love--Death! Dear Love--Dark Death--Eternal Love_--She rose, laid the letter with others from him in an old sandalwood box, coiled her hair and quickly dressed. A little later, descending, she found awaiting her, in the old, formal, quaint parlour, Fauquier Cary.

The two met with warm affection. Younger by much than was the master of Greenwood, he was to the latter's children like one of their own generation, an elder brother only. He held her from him and looked at her. ”You are a lovely woman, Judith! Did it run the blockade?”

Judith laughed: ”No! I wear nothing that comes that way. It is an old dress, and it is fortunate that Easter darns so exquisitely!”

”Warwick will meet us at the house. We both ride back before dawn. Why, I have not seen you since last summer!”

”No. Just before Mana.s.sas!”

They went out. ”I should have brought a carriage for you. But they are hard to get--”