"Ye want me ter tell ye?" The trooper laughed again. "I knowed ye the very minute I seed ye--"cause ye look thez ezactly like a Confederate postage stamp! I know "em "cause I"ve licked "em!"
The President laughed and pa.s.sed on his way without looking back.
They found a crowd of cranks and inventors waiting to see him. He had the same weakness as Abraham Lincoln for this cla.s.s of men. He never allowed a clerk to turn one way without his personal attention. His interest in all scientific problems was keen, and he had always maintained the open mind of youth to all inventions.
Socola and Jennie strolled through the city for an hour until the crank levee was over. The President"s secretary, Burton Harrison, promised them an interview at the end of that time. He ushered them into the room under the impression that all the callers had gone. He had overlooked a modest, timid youth who had quietly approached the Chief Executive"s desk.
They paused until he was at leisure. The moment was one of illumination for Socola. He saw a trait of character in the Southern leader whose existence he had not suspected.
"My name is Ashe--Mr. President, S. A. Ashe," the youth began.
Davis bowed gravely.
"Have a seat, sir."
The boy sat down and twiddled his cap nervously.
"I"ve come to ask an appointment of some kind in the regular army of the Confederacy. I"m an officer of the North Carolina militia. I wish to enter the regular army."
The Confederate chieftain looked at the peculiarly youthful, beardless face. He couldn"t be more than eighteen from appearances.
"I"m afraid you"re too young, sir," he said slowly, shaking his head.
The boy drew himself up with a touch of wounded pride.
"Why, Mr. Davis, I voted for you for President last November."
Instantly the Chief Executive rose, blushing his apology. He laid his hand on the boy"s shoulder and spoke with the utmost deference.
"I beg your pardon, sir. I should have been more observant and thoughtful. I was very much like you when I was a boy. It was a long time before I had any whiskers myself."
With a friendly smile he touched his thin beard.
He sent the young man away happy with his promise of consideration. That he should have asked this beardless boy"s pardon in so pointed a manner Socola thought remarkable. That the Chief Executive of nine million people should blush suddenly over such a trifle was the flash that revealed a great soul.
The President advanced and gave Jennie both his hands in cordial greeting.
"I"ve brought you a recruit, sir," the girl cried with a merry laugh.
"Indeed?"
"I have resigned my commission with the Sardinian Ministry, Mr.
President, and wish to offer my services to the South."
"We need every true friend the world can send us, Signor--I thank you--"
"I wish, sir," Socola hastened to say, "to render the most efficient service possible. I have no training as a soldier. I have experience as a diplomat. I speak three languages and I am an expert stenographer--"
"I"m sorry, Signor," the President interrupted, "that I have no vacancy in my office--or I should be pleased to have you here."
"Perhaps your State Department may find me useful?"
"No doubt they can. I"ll give you a letter to the Secretary recommending your appointment."
He seated himself at once, wrote the letter and handed it to Socola.
Jennie thanked him and, with a warm pressure of his hand, pa.s.sed into the hall with Socola.
At the outer door Burton Harrison overtook them:
"Just a moment, Miss Barton. The President wishes to ask you a question."
Davis drew her to the window.
"I should have been more careful of the credentials of our friend perhaps, Miss Jennie. You can vouch for his loyalty?"
"Absolutely."
She had scarcely uttered the word in tones of positive conviction before she realized the startling fact that she had spoken under the impulse of some strange intuition and not from her knowledge of the man"s character and history.
In spite of her effort at self-control she blushed furiously. Mr. Davis apparently did not observe it.
"I have been much impressed with his poise and culture and intelligence.
You met him in Washington, of course?"
"Yes--"
"You know positively that he was the Secretary of the Sardinian Minister?"
"Positively, Mr. President--"
"Thank you, my dear. I"ll take your word for it."
Jennie walked home on air. She had made history. How tragic its sequel was destined to be, a kind Providence concealed.
CHAPTER XXIII
THE FATAL BLUNDER
On February 22, 1862, Jefferson Davis committed the one irretrievable mistake of his administration. He consented to his inauguration as permanent President of the Confederacy under the strict forms of Const.i.tutional law.
The South was entering the shadows of the darkest hour of her new life.
A military dictator clothed with autocratic power could have subdued the discordant elements and marshaled the resources of the country to meet the crisis. A const.i.tutional President would bind himself hand and foot with legal forms. A military dictator might ride to victory and carry his country with him.
His two Commanding Generals had allowed the victorious army of Mana.s.sas to drift into a rabble while they wrangled for position, precedence and power.