"Certainly, sir--what had that to do with our rights? We could have reenlisted on the spot. I refused to take orders from the upstart who commanded our brigade."
"And what happened?" the calm voice asked.
"He dared to threaten my life, sir!"
"Who was he?"
"A Colonel in command of our brigade--named Sherman!"
"William Tec.u.mseh Sherman?"
"Yes, sir."
"What did he say to you?"
"Swore that if I moved an inch to leave his command he"d shoot me----"
"He said that to you?"
"Swore he"d shoot me down in my tracks like a dog!"
The President gravely rose, placed a big hand on the young officer"s shoulder and in serious, friendly tones said:
"If I were in your place, Captain, I wouldn"t trust that man Sherman--I believe he"ll do it!"
The astonished volunteer looked up with a puzzled sheepish expression, turned and shot out of the room.
The long figure dropped into a chair and doubled with laughter. He rose and walked to his window, looking out on the trees swaying beneath the storm, still laughing.
"They say that every cloud has its silver lining!" he laughed again.
"I"ll remember that fellow Sherman."
Late in the day a report reached him of a beautiful young woman serving refreshments without pay to the straggling, broken men.
He turned to Nicolay, his secretary:
"Get my carriage, find her, and bring her to me. I want to see her."
Betty"s eyes were still red when she walked into his office.
He sprang to his feet, and with long strides met her. He grasped her hand in both his and pressed it tenderly.
"So it"s _you_!" he whispered.
Betty nodded.
"My little Cabinet comforter----"
"I"m afraid I"ll be no good to-day," she faltered.
"Then I"ll cheer _you_," he cried. "I just wanted to thank the woman who"s been standing behind a lemonade counter through this desolate day giving her time, her money, and her soul to our discouraged boys----"
"And you are not discouraged?" Betty asked pathetically.
"Not by a long shot, my child! Brush those tears away. Jeffy D."s the man to be discouraged to-day. This will be a dearly bought victory. Mark my word. For the South it"s the glorious end of the war. While they shout, I"ll be sawing wood. It needed just this shock and humiliation to bring the North to their senses. Watch them buckle on their armor now in deadly earnest. The demagogues howled for a battle. They pushed us in and they got it. Some of the Congressmen who yelled the loudest for a march straight into Richmond without a pause even to water the horses got tangled up in that stampede from Bull Run. They thought Jeb Stuart"s cavalry were on them and lost their lunch baskets in the scramble.
They"ve seen a great light. I"ll get all the money I ask Congress for and all the soldiers we need for any length of time. I"ve asked for four hundred million dollars and five hundred thousand men for three years.
I shouldn"t be surprised if they voted more. The people will have sense enough to see that this defeat was exactly what they should have expected under such conditions."
His spirit was contagious. Betty forgot her shame and fear.
"You"re wonderful, Mr. President," the girl cried in rapt tones. "Now I know that you have come into the kingdom for such a time as this."
"And so have you, my child," he answered reverently. "And so has every brave woman who loves this Union. That"s what I wanted to say to you and thank you for your example."
Betty left the White House with a new sense of loyal inspiration. She walked on air unconscious of the pouring rain. She paused before a throng that blocked the sidewalk.
Some of them were bareheaded, the rain drops splashing in their faces, apparently unconscious of anything that was happening.
She pushed her way into the crowd. They were looking at the bulletin board of the _Daily Republican_, reading the first list of the dead and wounded. Her heart suddenly began to pound. John Vaughan had not reported his return. He might be lying stark and cold with the rain beating down on his mangled body. She read each name in the list of the dead, and drew a sigh of relief. But the last bulletin was not cheering.
It promised additional names for a later edition. Besides, the War Department might not be relied on for reports of non-combatants. A newspaper correspondent was not enrolled as a soldier. His death might remain unrecorded for days.
On a sudden impulse she started to enter the office and ask if he had returned, stopped, blushed, turned and hurried home with a new fear mingled with a strange joy beating in her heart.
CHAPTER X
THE AWAKENING
John Vaughan had secured a loose horse on emerging from his friendly swamp. The shadows of night had given him the chance to escape. His horse was fresh, the rain had begun to fall, the heat had abated and he made good time.
He reached the office before midnight, took his seat at his desk, pale and determined to tell the truth. He wrote an account of the battle and the panic in which it had ended so vivid, so accurate, so terrible in its confession of riot and dismay, the editor refused to print it.
"Why not?" John sternly demanded.
"It won"t do."
"It"s true!"
"Then the less said about it the better. Let"s hush it up."
John smiled:
"I"m sorry. I would like to see that thing in type just as I saw and felt and lived it. It"s a good story and it"s my last--it"s a pity to kill it----"
"Your last? What do you mean?" the chief broke in.