Part 70 (2/2)
A moment's deathly silence. And the cry of pain from a woman's white lips. Mary caught her mother in her arms and held her firmly. The cry wrung her young heart.
”Oh, dear G.o.d, have mercy on us--and give us strength to bear it--”
Stuart hurried to her side and tried to break the blow with cheerful words.
”Don't worry, Mrs. Lee. The South is right.”
Lee had not spoken. His brilliant eyes had the look of a man who walks in his sleep. They were in the world but not of it. The deep things of eternity were in their brooding. He waked at last and turned to Stuart sadly.
”G.o.d save our country, my boy.”
He paused and looked out the doorway on the beautiful green of the lawn.
The perfume from the rose garden stole in on the fresh breeze that stirred from the river.
”A frightful blow,” he went on dreamily, ”this news you bring.”
Stuart's young body stiffened.
”You're the foremost citizen of Virginia, sir. Others may doubt and waver and be confused. I think I know what you're going to do, in the end--”
”It's hard--it's hard,” the strong man cried bitterly.
The mother and daughter studied his face in eager, anxious waiting. On his word life hung. Stuart glanced at their tense faces and couldn't find speech. He turned and spoke briskly.
”I must hurry, sir. I'll be in Richmond before sunset.”
The sound of carriage wheels grated on the road and a foaming pair of horses drew under the portico. A woman sprang out.
Mrs. Lee turned to the Colonel.
”It's your sister, Annie, Colonel.”
”Yes,” Stuart added, ”I pa.s.sed her on the way--”
Mrs. Marshall hurried to greet Mrs. Lee. The two women embraced and wept in silence.
”Mary!”
”Annie!”
The names were barely breathed.
Mary silently kissed her aunt as she turned from her mother. The Colonel's sister raised her eyes and saw Stuart. Her tones were sharp with the ring of a commander giving orders:
”Our army is marching, Lieutenant Stuart! You here in civilian clothes?”
The strong, young body stiffened.
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