"And it will fight like the Army of Northern Virginia," said Harry.
"I know the men of the West. The Yankees win there most of the time, because we have our great generals in the East and they have theirs in the West."
"I"ve had that thought myself," said Bagby. "We"ve had men of genius to lead us in the East, but we don"t seem to produce them in the West.
People are always quoting Napoleon"s saying that men are nothing, a man is everything, which I never believed before, but which I"m beginning to believe now."
Then the talk veered away from battle and back to social, literary and artistic affairs, to all of which Harry and Dalton listened eagerly.
Both had minds that responded to the more delicate things of life, and they were glad to hear something besides war discussed. It was hard for them to think that everything was going on as usual in Europe, that new books and operas and songs were being written, and that men and women were going about their daily affairs in peace. Yet both were destined to live to see the case reversed, the people of the States setting the world an example in moderation and restraint, while the governments of Europe were deluging that continent with blood.
"If this war should result in our defeat," said Bagby, "we won"t get a fair trial before the world for two or three generations, and maybe never."
"Why?" asked Dalton.
"Because we"re not a writing people. Oh, yes, there"s Poe, I know, the nation"s greatest literary genius, but even Europe honored him before the South did. We"ve devoted our industry and talents to politics, oratory and war. We don"t write books, and we don"t have any newspapers that amount to much. Why, as sure as I"m sitting here, the moment this war is over New England and New York and Pennsylvania, particularly New England, will begin to pour out books, telling how the wicked Southerners brought on the war, what a cruel and low people we are, the way in which we taught our boys, when they were strong enough, how to beat slaves to death, and the whole world will believe them. Maybe the next generation of Southerners will believe them too."
"Why?" asked Harry.
"Why? Why? Because we don"t have any writers, and won"t have any for a long time! The writer has not been honored among us. Any fellow with a roaring voice who can get up on the stump and tell his audience that they"re the bravest and best and smartest people on earth is the man for them. You know that old story of Andy Jackson. Somebody taunted him with being an uneducated man, so at the close of his next speech he thundered out: _E pluribus unum! Multum in parvo! Sic semper tyrannis!_ So it was all over. Old Andy to that audience, and all the others that heard of it, was the greatest Latin scholar in the world."
"But that may apply to the North, too," objected Harry.
"So it would. Nevertheless they"ll write this war, and they"ll get their side of it fastened on the world before our people begin to write."
"But if we win we won"t care," said Randolph. "Success speaks for itself. You can squirm and twist all you please, and make all the excuses for it that you can think up, but there stands success glaring contemptuously at you. You"re like a little boy shooting arrows at the Sphinx."
Thus the conversation ran on. Both Harry and Dalton were glad to be in the company of these men, and to feel that there was something in the world besides war. All the multifarious interests of peace and civilization suddenly came crowding back upon them. Harry remembered Pendleton with its rolling hills, green fields, and clear streams, and Dalton remembered his own home, much like it, in the Valley of Virginia, not so far away.
"Do you remain long in Richmond?" asked Randolph.
"A week at least," replied Harry.
"Then you ought to see a little of social life. Mrs. John Curtis, a leading hostess, gives a reception and a dance to-morrow night.
I can easily procure invitations for both of you, and I know that she would be glad to have two young officers freshly arrived from our glorious Army of Northern Virginia."
"But our clothes!" said Dalton. "We have only a change of uniform apiece, and they"re not fresh by any means."
All the men laughed.
"You don"t think that Richmond is indulging in gorgeous apparel do you?"
said Daniel. "We never manufactured much ourselves, and since all the rest of the world is cut off from us where are the clothes to come from even for the women? Brush up your uniforms all you can and you"ll be more than welcome. Two gallant young officers from the Army of Northern Virginia! Why, you"ll be two Oth.e.l.los, though white, of course."
Harry glanced at Dalton, and Dalton glanced at Harry. Each saw that the other wanted to go, and Daniel, watching them, smiled.
"I see that you"ll come," he said, "and so it"s settled. Have you quarters yet?"
"Not yet," replied Harry, "but we"ll see about it this afternoon."
"I"ll have the invitations sent to you here at this hotel. All of us will be there, and we"ll see that you two meet everybody."
Both thanked him profusely. They were about to go, thinking it time to report to General Winder, when Harry noticed a thin woman in a black dress, carrying a large basket, and just leaving the hotel desk. He caught a glimpse of her face and he knew that it was the old maid of the train. Then something else was impressed upon his mind, something which he had not noticed at their first meeting, but which came to him at their second. He had seen a face like hers before, but the resemblance was so faint and fleeting that he could not place it, strive as he would.
But he was sure that it was there.
"Who is that woman?" he asked.
Daniel shook his head and so did Randolph, but Bagby spoke up.
"Her name is Henrietta Carden," he said, "and she"s a seamstress.
I"ve seen her coming to the hotel often before, bringing new clothes to the women guests, or taking away old ones to be repaired. I believe that the ladies account her most skillful. It"s likely that she"ll be at the Curtis house, in a surgical capacity, to-morrow night, as a quick repairer of damaged garments, those fine linen and silk and lace affairs that we don"t know anything about. Mrs. Curtis relies greatly upon her and I ought to tell you, young gentlemen, that Mr. Curtis is a most successful blockade runner, though he takes no personal risk himself.
The Curtis house is perhaps the most sumptuous in Richmond. You"ll see no signs of poverty there, though, as I told you, officers in old and faded clothes are welcome."
Harry saw Henrietta Carden carrying the large basket of clothes, go out at a side door, and he felt as if a black shadow like a menace had pa.s.sed across the floor. But it was only for an instant. He dismissed it promptly, as one of those thoughts that come out of nothing, like idle puffs of summer air. He and Dalton bade a brief farewell to their new friends and left for the headquarters of General Winder. An elderly and childless couple named Lanham had volunteered to take two officers in their house near Capitol Square, and there Harry and Dalton were sent.
They could not have found a better place. Mr. and Mrs. Lanham were quiet people, who gave them an excellent room and a fine supper. Mrs. Lanham showed a motherly solicitude, and when she heard that they were going to the Curtis ball on the following night she demanded that their spare and best uniforms be turned over to her.
"I can make them look fresh," she insisted, "and your appearance must be the finest possible. No, don"t refuse again. It"s a pleasure to me to do it. When I look at you two, so young and strong and so honest in manner and speech, I wish that I had sons too, and then again I"m glad I have not."
"Why not, Mrs. Lanham?" asked Harry.
"Because I"d be in deadly fear lest I lose them. They"d go to the war-- I couldn"t help it--and they"d surely be killed."
"We won"t grieve over losing what we"ve never had," smiled Mr. Lanham.
"That"s morbid."
Harry and Dalton did their best to answer all the questions of their hosts, who they knew would take no pay. The interest of both Mr. and Mrs. Lanham was increased when they found that their young guests were on the staff of General Lee and before that had been on the staff of the great Stonewall Jackson. These two names were mighty in the South, untouched by any kind of malice or envy, and with legends to cl.u.s.ter around them as the years pa.s.sed.
"And you really saw Stonewall Jackson every day!" said Mrs. Lanham.
"You rode with him, talked with him, and went into battle with him?"
"I was in all his campaigns, Mrs. Lanham," replied Harry, modestly, but not without pride. "I was with him in every battle, even to the last, Chancellorsville. I was one of those who sheltered him from the sh.e.l.ls, when he was shot by our own men. Alas! what an awful mistake. I--"
He stopped suddenly. He had choked with emotion, and the tears came into his eyes. Mrs. Lanham saw, and, understanding, she quickly changed the subject to Lee. They talked a while after supper, called dinner now, and then they went up to their room on the second floor.
It was a handsome room, containing good furniture, including two single beds. Their baggage had preceded them and everything was in order.
Two large windows, open to admit the fresh air, looked out over Richmond.
On a table stood a pitcher of ice water and gla.s.ses.
"Our lot has certainly been cast in a pleasant place," said Dalton, taking a chair by one of the windows.
"You"re right," said Harry, sitting in the chair by the other window.
"The Lanhams are fine people, and it"s a good house. This is luxury, isn"t it, George, old man?"
"The real article. We seem to be having luck all around. And we"re going to a big ball to-morrow night, too. Who"d have thought such a thing possible a week ago?"
"And we"ve made friends who"ll see that we"re not neglected."
"It"s an absolute fact that we"ve become the favorite children of fortune."
"No earthly doubt of it."
Then ensued a silence, broken at length by a sc.r.a.ping sound as each moved his chair a little nearer to the window.