"Hit"s Ma.r.s.e Ruffin, sah," he whispered. "He put de muzzle er de gun in his mouf an" done blow his own head clean off!"
"See to him, Taylor," Lee ordered. "The old ones will quit, I"m afraid."
A courier rode up and handed him another dispatch. He read it slowly.
"Fitzhugh Lee says the message was a mistake, the road is still blocked.
Only a company of raiders broke through."
"It"s too bad," Gordon said.
"It"s h.e.l.l," Alexander groaned. "Let"s scatter, sir! It"s the only way.
Issue the order at once--"
A sentinel saluted.
"Colonel Babc.o.c.k, aide to General U.S. Grant, has come for your answer, sir."
All eyes were fixed on Lee.
"Tell Babc.o.c.k I"ll see him in a moment."
An ominous silence fell. Lee lifted his head and spoke firmly.
"We"ve played our parts, gentlemen, in a hopeless tragedy, pitiful, terrible. At least eight hundred thousand of our n.o.blest sons are dead and mangled. A million more will die of poverty and disease. Every issue could have been settled and better settled without the loss of a drop of blood. The slaves are freed by an accident. An accident of war"s necessity--not on principle. The manner of their sudden emanc.i.p.ation, unless they are removed, will bring a calamity more appalling than the war itself. It must create a Race Problem destined to grow each day more threatening and insoluble. Yet if I had to live it all over again I could only do exactly what I have done--"
He paused.
"And now I"ll go at once to General Grant."
He took two steps to cross the stile over the fence, and turned as a cry of pain burst from Alexander"s lips. He sank to a seat, bowed his face in his hands and groaned:
"Oh, my G.o.d, I can"t believe it! I can"t believe it. After all these years of blood. I can"t believe it--my G.o.d--to think that this is the end!"
"I know, General Alexander," Lee spoke gently, "that my surrender means the end. It has come and we must face it. We must accept the results in good faith and turn our faces toward the east. Yesterday is dead.
To-morrow is ours--"
His voice softened.
"I don"t mind telling you now, that I had rather die a thousand deaths than go to General Grant. Dying is the easiest thing that I could do at this moment. I could ride out front along the lines for five minutes and it would be all over. But the men who know how to die must do harder things. I call you, sir, to this battle grimmer than death--to this n.o.bler task--we"ve got to live now!"
Alexander slowly rose with Gordon and both men saluted.
Within an hour he was returning from the meeting with his brave and generous conqueror. A loud cheer rang over the Confederate lines.
"It"s Lee returning along the road crowded with his men," Gordon explained.
Another cheer echoed through the forests.
Gordon smiled.
"Alexander the Great, when he conquered a world, never got the tribute which Lee is receiving from those men. There"s not one in their ranks who wouldn"t die for him."
Louder and louder rolled the cheers mingled now with the pet name his soldiers loved.
"Ma.r.s.e Robert! Ma.r.s.e Robert!"
Alexander"s eyes flashed.
"The hour of his surrender, the supreme triumph of his life."
Lee rode slowly into view on Traveler"s gray back. The men were crowding close. They cried softly. They touched his saddle, his horse and tried to reach his hands.
He lifted his right arm over their heads and they were still.
"My heart"s too full for speech, my men. I have done for you all that was in my power. You have done your duty. We leave the rest to G.o.d. Go quietly to your homes now and work to build up our ruined country. Obey the laws and be as good citizens as you have been soldiers. I"m going to try to do this. Will you help me?"
"That we will!"
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Goodbye."
"Goodbye, Ma.r.s.e Robert!"
Grizzled veterans were sobbing like children.
The war had ended--the most futile and ferocious of human follies. When it shall cease on earth at last, then, and not until then, will the soul of man leap to its final triumph, for the energy of the universe will flow through the fingers of workmen, artists, authors, inventors and healers. On this issue the saving of a world awaits the word of the mothers of men.
THE END