Part 48 (1/2)

”Would you think it strange, your excellency, if they were not lenient?” Ruth inquired.

”Why should they not be, Miss Newville?”

”Would they not be likely to regard those who support the king as their enemies?”

”Why should they? You have not taken up arms. Of course, General Ruggles and Captain Coffin might be regarded as obnoxious, and would have to take care of themselves.”

”But will they not say we have given moral support to their enemies, and is not moral support likely to be as heinous in their sight as the taking of arms? If we ask them to be lenient, will they not inquire if the king's troops were merciful when they set Charlestown on fire?”

Ruth asked.

A flush came upon the face of General Howe. Although he commanded the troops at Bunker Hill, he had not ordered the burning of the town.

General Gage was responsible for that act. He felt a little uncomfortable over the question, for the latest newspapers from London told him the people of England condemned the destruction of the homes of so many inhabitants.

”I am free to say it was rather hard on them thus to have their homes destroyed without a moment's notice,” he replied.

”Will not,” Ruth inquired, ”the provincials think his majesty's forces were wanting in leniency when they recall what was done at Falmouth a few days ago, where the inhabitants were given only two hours to remove from the town? Not one minute over that would Captain Mowatt grant them, though women went down on their knees before him. Was it not inhuman for him to fire bombs among the panic-stricken mult.i.tude, setting the buildings on fire, destroying the homes of five hundred people? If his majesty's officers do these things, what may we not expect from the provincials, should it ever come our turn?”

”We will do what we can, Miss Newville, not to have it your turn.”

”I do not doubt it, my lord; but I was thinking of possible contingencies.”

Again Berinthia noticed a flush upon the face of General Howe.

”I will admit, Miss Newville, that in war, the unexpected may sometimes happen, and possibilities are not comforting subjects for contemplation. I do not antic.i.p.ate disaster to the troops under my command.”

”Shall we drink the health of our gracious sovereign?” said Mr.

Newville.

The others drained their gla.s.ses, but Miss Newville's and Berinthia's were not lifted from the table.

”What, daughter! What is the meaning of this? Not drink the health of the king!” Mr. Newville exclaimed.

”No, father. I could drink to his own personal welfare, wish him health, happiness, and long life, but our drinking to the sentiment means approval of his government. I cannot do that. I never can think it right to burn the homes of innocent people without a moment's warning, as was done at Charlestown. The people of Falmouth never had done anything against the king except to prevent Captain Mowatt from loading masts and spars on board his s.h.i.+p for the use of the king's navy. That was their offense, and yet the town was wantonly destroyed.

I cannot think such a course is likely to restore the alienated affections of the people to the king. More, I fear the contingencies of war may yet compel us to suffer because of these unwarranted acts.”

Mr. Newville sat in silence, not knowing what to say. He had been outspoken in his loyalty. He never had contemplated the possibility of failure on the part of the king to put down the rebellion, but if General Howe were to evacuate Boston, what treatment could he expect from the provincials? The words of Ruth brought the question before him in a startling way.

”Those are my sentiments, also,” said Berinthia.

”I see, Miss Brandon, that you are of the same opinion, which, of course, I expected in your case, but hardly from Miss Newville,” said Captain Coffin.

”Yes, I am of the same way of thinking,” Berinthia replied.

”You will not, ladies, decline to drink the health of the queen, I trust?” said General Howe, as Pompey refilled the gla.s.ses.

”Oh no, I will drink it with pleasure. The queen, of course, does not stand for mismanagement, as does the king, and we will not spoil our dinner by talking about the sad events,” Ruth replied.

General Howe entertained them with an account of his boyhood days, his service with General Wolfe at Quebec, how the troops climbed the steep river bank at night and won the battle on the Plains of Abraham.