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our destined bridegroom and another who expected to be so； meanwhile keeping each in ignorance of how close you were sailing to the other。 In Hortense's place I should have wished to hasten the wedding now； have it safely performed this afternoon； say； or to…morrow morning； thus precipitated by some invaluable turn in the health of her poor dear father。 But she had worn it out； his health； by playing it for decidedly as much as it could bear； it couldn't be used again without risk； the date must stand fixed； and； uneasy as she might have begun to be about John； Hortense must； with no shortening of the course； get her boat in safe without smashing it against either John or Charley。 I wondered a little that she should feel any uncertainty about her affianced lover。 She must know how much his word was to him； and she had had his word twice； given her the second time to put his own honor right with her on the score of the phosphates。 But perhaps Hortense's rich experiences of life had taught her that a man's word to a woman should not be subjected to the test of another woman's advent。 On the whole； I suppose it was quite natural those flowers should annoy her； and equally natural that Eliza； the minx； should allow them to do so！ There's a joy to the marrow in watching your enemy harried and discomfited by his own gratuitous contrivances； you look on serenely at a show which hasn't cost you a groat。 However； poor Eliza had not been so serene at the very end； when she stormed out at me。 For this I did not have to forgive her； of course； little as I had merited such treatment。 Had she not accepted my flowers？ But it was a gratification to reflect that in my sentimental passages with her I had not gone to any great length； nothing； do I ever find； is so irksome as the sense of having unwittingly been in a false position。 Was John； on his side； in love with her？ Was it possible he would fail in his word？ So with these thoughts； while answering and accepting Mrs。 Weguelin St。 Michael's invitation to make one of a party of strangers to whom she was going to show another old Kings Port church； 〃where many of my ancestors lie；〃 as her note informed me； I added one sentence which had nothing to do with the subject 〃She is a steel wasp；〃 I ventured to say。 And when on the next afternoon I met the party at the church； I received from the little lady a look of highly spiced comprehension as she gently remarked； 〃I was glad to get your acceptance。〃
When I went down to the dinner…table； Juno sat in her best clothes； still discussing the Daughters of Dixie。
I can't say that I took much more heed of this at dinner than I had done at tea； but I was interested to hear Juno mention that she； too； intended to call upon Hortense Rieppe。 Kings Port； she said； must take a consistent position； and for her part； so far as behavior went； she didn't see much to choose between the couple。 〃As to whether Mr。 Mayrant had really concealed the discovery of his fortune；〃 she continued； 〃I asked Miss Josephinein a perfectly nice way； of course。 But old Mr。 St。 Michael Beaugarcon； who has always had the estate in charge； did that。 It is only a life estate； unless Mr。 Mayrant has lawful issue。 Well； he will have that now； and all that money will be his to squander。〃
Aunt Carola had written me again this morning； but I had been in no haste to open her letter； my neglect of the Bombos did not weigh too heavily upon me； I fear； but I certainly did put off reading what I expected to be a reprimand。 And concerning this I was right； her first words betokened reprimand at once。 〃My dear nephew Augustus；〃 she began； in her fine； elegant handwriting。 That was always her mode of address to me when something was coming； while at other times it would be； less portentously； 〃My dear Augustus；〃 or 〃My dear nephew 〃； but whenever my name and my relationship to her occurred conjointly； I took the communication away with me to some corner； and opened it in solitude。
It wasn't about the Bombos； though； and for what she took me to task I was able to defend myself； I think； quite adequately。 She found fault with me for liking the South too much； and this she based upon the enthusiastic accounts of Kings Port and its people that I had written to her； nor had she at all approved of my remarks on the subject of the negro； called forth by Daddy Ben and his grandson Charles Cotesworth。
〃When I sent you （wrote Aunt Carola） to admire Kings Port good…breeding； I did not send you to forget your country。 Remember that those people were its mortal enemies； that besides their treatment of our prisoners in Libby and Andersonville （which killed my brother Alexander） they displayed in their dealings； both social and political； an arrogance in success and a childish petulance at opposition； which we who saw and suffered can never forget； any more than we can forget our loved ones who laid down their lives for this cause。〃
These were not the only words with which Aunt Carola reproved what she termed my 〃disloyalty；〃 but they will serve to indicate her feeling about the Civil War。 It wason her sideprecisely the feeling of all the Kings Port old ladies on Heir side。 But why should it be mine？ And so； after much thinking how I might best reply respectfully yet say to Aunt Carola what my feeling was； I sat down upstairs at my window； and； after some preliminary sentences； wrote：
〃There are dead brothers here also； who； like your brother； laid down their lives for what they believed was their country； and whom their sisters never can forget as you can never forget him。 I read their names upon sad church tablets； and their boy faces look out at me from cherished miniatures and dim daguerreotypes。 Upon their graves the women who mourn them leave flowers as you leave flowers upon the grave of your young soldier。 You will tell me； perhaps； that since the bereavement is equal； I have not justified my sympathy for these people。 But the bereavement was not equal。 More homes here were robbed by death of their light and promise than with us； and to this you must add the material desolation of the homes themselves。 Our roofs were not laid in ashes； and to…day we sit in affluence while they sit in privation。 You will say to this； perhaps； that they brought it upon themselves。 But even granting that they did so； surely to suffer and to lose is more bitter than to suffer and to win。 My dear aunt； you could not see what I have seen here； and write to me as you do； and if those years have left upon your heart a scar which will not vanish； do not ask me； who came afterward； to wear the scar also。 I should then resemble certain of the younger ones here； with less excuse than is theirs。 As for the negro； forgive me if I assure you that you retain an Abolitionist exaltation for a creature who does not exist； or whose existence is an ineffectual drop in the bucket； a creature on grateful knees raising faithful eyes to one who has struck off his chains of slavery； whereas the creature who does exist is〃
I paused here in my letter to Aunt Carola； and sought for some fitting expression that should characterize for her with sufficient severity the new type of deliberately worthless negro； and as I sought； my eyes wandered to the garden next door； the garden of the Cornerlys。 On a bench near a shady arrangement of vines over bars sat Hortense Rieppe。 She was alone； and； from her attitude； scemed to be thinking deeply。 The high walls of the garden shut her into a privacy that her position near the shady vines still more increased。 It was evident that she had come here for the sake of being alone； and I regretted that she was so turned from me that I could not see her face。 But her solitude did not long continue； there came into view a gentleman of would…be venerable appearance； who approached her with a walk carefully constructed for public admiration； and who； upon reaching her； bent over with the same sort of footlight elaboration and gave her a paternal kiss。 I did not need to hear her call him father； he was so obviously General Rieppe； the prudent hero of Chattanooga； that words would have been perfectly superfluous in his identification。
I was destined upon another day to hear the tones of his voice； and thereupon may as well state now that they belonged altogether with the rest of him。 There is a familiar type of Northern fraud； and a Southern type； equally familiar； but totally different in appearance。 The Northern type has the straight； flat； earnest hair； the shaven upper lip； the chin…beard； and the benevolent religious expression。 He will be the president of several charities； and the head of one great business。 He plays no cards； drinks no wine； and warns young men to beware of temptation。 He is as genial as a hair…sofa； and he is seldom found out by the public unless some financial crash in general affairs uncovers his cheating； which lies most often beyond the law's reach； and because he cannot be put in jail； he quite honestly believes heaven is his destination。 We see less of him since we have ceased to be a religious country； religion no longer being an essential disguise for him。 The Southern type； with his unction and his juleps； is better company； unless he is the hero of too many of his own anecd