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"Make Dick take his place. A terrier is sometimes as faithful as a
mastiff," Jack said, quickly.
"Oh! Miss Atterbury wants something with a bite, rather than a bark, and
a terrier wouldn't do," the boy answered.
"I want Pizarro. I shall never sleep a wink all night if he isn't here,"
Rosa said, in consternation; "he i... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
But meanwhile, here, daily tortured by harmless things--tortured by his
soul's imaginings--Wesley was becoming a burden to Kate, who saw too
plainly that he was in misery, and realized that it was largely through
his own inherent weakness and insincerity. He had all the coarse fiber
of his father without the same forc... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
Nor were the marked affection and confidence shown Kate by everybody in
the house a mitigation of this malign fabric of humiliation. Jack's
fondness for Kate had not escaped the observant eyes of Dick, who had
confided the secret to Rosa, who had likewise unraveled it to mamma,
and, as she kept nothing from Vincent, t... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
She was relentless in her scorn for his meannesses and follies, and,
though he did not always heed her counsels, he proved their justness by
finding his own course wrong. Kate, however, hesitated about
remonstrating with him on his deepening moodiness, for she was not quite
sure whether it was mad jealousy of Dick's f... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"And, Rosa, if I speak like a man, it is because I am a man. Wasn't it
the part of maids in the old times to inspire the arm of their
sweethearts; to make them constant in danger, brave in battle, and
patient in defeat? Are you less than any of the damsels we read of in
chivalry? Am I not a man when I look in your dea... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"Come, Pizarro, come with me," Wesley said, coaxingly. But the dog,
redoubling the tattoo with his tail, remained obstinately at his post.
Wesley stole to the end of the hall and listened, then, hearing the busy
clamor of the servants moving from the kitchen to the dining-room, he
retraced his steps to the stairs, bou... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
His suspense and terror are so overmastering that he can only hear an
occasional word. His own heart-beats sound in his ears like the thumping
of a paddle. Is Vincent going to bed? Are Jack and he going to sit and
smoke, as they often do? No, relief beyond words, they are going out!
Perhaps to Jack's room? They often ... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
Pizarro has grown tired of imprisonment and has set up an expostulatory
wail, facetiously impatient at first, but now breaking into sharp yelps.
This will never do. He must stop that ear-splitting outcry, or the
househould will be awakened. That sharp-eyed, razor tongued young devil,
Dick, is just across the hall. Wes... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"Jones, is it you?"
"Ah, captain, we are waiting for ropes to secure the prize."
"There is no time to wait. The dog has made such a noise that I didn't
hear your signal. I saw you from my window. Come, we must not lose a
minute, for I couldn't fasten the brute very well. Davis is here, and we
have only to take him fro... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"Great God! What was that?"
A sound as of a clattering troop of cavalry, the neighing of horses in
the grounds! Wesley halted, trembling, dismayed.
"That's all right," Jones whispered, "I ordered the stables opened so
that the horses wouldn't be handy, if any one should happen to be at
hand who felt like pursuing us, ... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"Don't fear, Rosa," Dick exclaimed, between his teeth. "I can see you.
Ah, ah!" Then four reports, that sounded as one, split the air.
Rosa broke from the thick cloud of smoke as a fifth report rang out, and
a scream of death went up between the bed and the door where Jack stood.
At the instant Dick spoke, Jack, in th... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"O my God! my God! Barney, Barney, tell me all, and tell me quickly!"
Barney told all he knew, and told it rapidly, Jack catching his arm
almost fiercely, as the miserable truth began to define itself in his
whirling senses. Then the meaning of the two marauders in the ladies'
apartments became plain. Jack and Barney ... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"Jack, make no noise; dress yourself and come. The negroes are
surrounding the house, and Wesley is in mischief."
Jack was awake and in his clothes in a few seconds. He handed Dick one
of the pistols, and, armed with the other, hastened toward Wesley's
room. The door was open and all was silent. Dick looked in hastily... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"They are in the house. I hear them moving in the vestibule. Come, for
God's sake, Jack! They are making for Mrs. Atterbury's apartment.
Evidently some one who knows that the family jewels are there, for what
else can they want?"
The dog staggered to his feet as the two stole softly from the room.
They followed with h... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"Oh, what does it mean, Mr. Sprague? what does it mean?"
"It is a dreadful game of cross-purposes. These unhappy men believed Mr.
Davis to be in this room when they entered. They meant to capture him
and carry him North."
"Ah, thank God! thank God! who carried our President away in time," and
the matron clasped her ha... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"The white rose is red now, Rosa."
"Oh, my darling! my darling!" Rosa sobbed; and the boy, smiling in the
joy of it, tried to raise himself to fold her in his arms. But the long
tension had been too much--he fell back unconscious.
Olympia saw that Mrs. Atterbury, the natural head of the house, was
unequal to the disma... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"You are a soldier, sir," the officer replied. "You know I have no
latitude in the matter. This Moore has no status as a regular prisoner
of war; he is found on the premises of a non-combatant aiding servile
insurrection. Even President Davis himself could not intervene. The
Southern people are deeply agitated by Butl... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
CHAPTER XXII.
A CARPET-KNIGHT.
Jack meanwhile sank into incurable gloom. The memory of Kate's mute,
reproachful look, her heart-broken outcry, never quitted him. He woke at
times with the dead eyes of Wesley staring into the night at him, the
convicting gaze of Kate fastened upon him. He must fly, or he must die
in ... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
Richmond, always the center of a fascinating society, was at that time
exuberant in her young metropolitan glories. It was the gayest capital
in the Western hemisphere. To resist its seductions would have tasked
the self-denial of a more constant anchorite than our dashing Jack ever
aspired to be, in the lowest stage ... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
The raw legions had been victorious in the first pitched battle of the
war on the plains of Manassas, and what might not be reasonably hoped
from them under the training of such muster-minds as Johnston,
Beauregard, Jackson, and Lee? Wasn't it the common talk among diplomats,
the concurrent opinion of the French and E... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
As a matter of fact, however, Jack was not insensible to the awkward
complication of his predicament. Grief as a mantle is difficult to
adjust to the shoulders of the young. It is melted by the ardor of
companionship as swiftly as it is spun by the loom of adversity. His
interest in the strange scenes that the war bro... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
The Atterbury house was the gayest in Richmond. Mrs. Atterbury, though
the mother of a son in the army and a daughter with a coterie of her own
in society, insisted on maintaining the leadership she had long held
among the social forces of the capital. "All Richmond," and that meant a
good deal in a city whose women h... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"You must take down a book, so that, in case the curious remark us, our
_tête-à-tête_ may not be regarded as conspiracy."
"No one would be apt to associate you with such a thing," Jack said,
vaguely.
"I don't know. Like all conspiracies, this Confederate comedy is
suspicious."
"Comedy, Mrs. Gannat? Why, I never saw pe... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
The warning and sudden change in topic were caused by the apparition of
a dame who came rustling in, a vision of youthful charms and
vivaciousness.
"Mrs. Didier Rodney--Mr. Sprague," Mrs. Gannat said, cordially. "You are
sent by inspiration, for I am doing my poor best to convince this
obdurate Yankee to turn from evi... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"Mr. Davis is very anxious to have the occasion made a grand one, and I
reckon that every one of account in the Confederacy will he here." Mrs.
Davis said, with conviction.
"The scene will be worthy of a great painting, like the Long Parliament,
or the meeting of the Three Estates, at Versailles," Mrs. Rodney added,
i... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"Shall I go on my knees, Mrs. Renfrew?--I know no humbler attitude,"
Jack said, hastily presenting himself.
"Oh, yes, sir; there is something humbler than the knees."
"Yes? What, pray?"
"Repentance. Deny your name; no longer be a Montague--that is, a Yankee.
Give me the hand of a rebel. Then I shall believe you."
"I a... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
Later, a Virginia reel followed, danced with old-time _verve_, some of
the more accomplished dancers bounding over the floor in pigeon-wings,
such as were cut by the nimble a hundred years ago, when Richmond danced
in honor of Washington and Lafayette. There was no end of drinking among
the men, and as soon as the dan... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"O Polly, it must be a joke! They little know me, who could suspect me
of such dishonor! Surely the Atterburys can't think me so base as that.
What have I ever done to justify such a stigma?"
"You wrong them there. They hold that you are wanting in loyalty to our
father's memory in espousing the cause of men who were ... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"I have my plans laid. Mrs. Myrason, the wife of one of Johnston's
generals, is going to the front next week. I shall insist to-night on
accompanying her, as some of our physicians are going to be sent through
the lines at the same time. There is really no reason for my remaining
here, now that you are well. I have al... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"Bravo! You know your Shakespeare if you don't know prudence. However,
we're plotters now, and you must take on your wisest humor. You must not
breathe a word to Rosa. Love is a freebooter in confidences. It has no
conscience, as it has no law. It is an immense friction on the sober
relations of life. It is cousin to ... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
Dick listened during this solemn comedy of immature doctrinal induction,
his eyes dilating with wonder and admiration. Jack, in the _rôle_ of
sage, delighted him, and he straightway confided to Rosa that he
couldn't understand how any girl could love another man while Jack was
to be had.
"He's so clever, so brave, so ... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
Fashion and idleness make strange pastimes. The recreation to which Jack
and Dick were bidden was a visit to the melancholy shambles where the
heterogeneous mass of unclassified prisoners were detained. It was a
long, gabled building on the brink of the river, from whose low, grated
windows the culprits could catch gl... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"I should never recognize this man as the bandit who fired the shot that
night--are you really the Jones that choked and wounded me at Rosedale?"
Dick advanced quite close to the wicked as he asked this.
"And who may you be, if I am permitted to ask a question?" the prisoner
replied vaguely, all the time devouring the... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"Ah! the old Barney under all," Jack said, half sadly.
"Do you know him, Mr. Sprague?"
"Like a brother. He is from my town."
"Ah, perhaps you can convince him that his best course is open
confession?"
"No, I fear not. He is very headstrong, and would rather have his joke
on the gibbet than own himself in the wrong."
"... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"Never mind, sir; be respectful, and wait till you're spoken to."
"Then, captain, dear, do you profit by your own advice; let the ladies
talk. I'm all ears, as the rabbit said to the weasel."
But at this interesting point of the combat Jack returned, and,
pushing-to the door, cried, as if in surprise, "Hello, Barney, ... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"The captain, here, desires me to talk with you. He thinks that perhaps
I can convince you of the wiser course to follow," Jack said, with a
meaning light in his eye.
"Oh, if that's what's wanted, I will listen to you 'till yer arms give
out, as Judy McMoyne said, when Teddy tould his love, I promise, in
advance, to d... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"It isn't your tongue I'm so much afraid of as your propensity to
combat. You must resist that delight of yours--whacking stray heads and
flourishing your big fists."
"My fists, is it? Then I'll engage to keep them still as O'Connell's
legs in Phoenix Square."
"Now, I shall report that you are considering my advice. Y... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
The incident I am narrating were the work of many hands. Mrs. Gannat had
from the first given her heart to the Union cause. A woman of high
standing in society, well known throughout the State for her mind, her
manners, and her benevolence, it was not difficult for her, by adroit
management, to aid such prisoners as f... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
Jack, however, was tortured by a doubt of Dick's constancy when it came
to an abrupt quitting of his sweetheart. Poor lad, he fought the battle
bravely, making no sign; and when Rosa, the picture of demure
loveliness, in her girlish finery, asked him maliciously as the carriage
drove toward the Executive Mansion--
"Do... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"Don't fear for me. I shall be prudent as a confessor. We can't go,
however, just yet. I must have a little talk with Rosa. I may never see
her again. If you were in love and going from the light of her eye,
perhaps never to see her again, you wouldn't be so cool. We must,
anyway, take the ladies to the host and hoste... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"Oh, I know you're dying to get to the dancers."
"I can go to no one that it will give me more happiness to please than
you. Indeed, I'm going into danger when I quit you. Give me your
blessing, as if it were Vincent going to the wars."
She had turned from the throng of ladies, who were discussing a
political secret, ... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"For Heaven's sake, Rosa, don't wait here like the statue in St.
Peter's, to be kissed by everybody on the way to the pope; it's simply
sickening to stand here like a shrine to be slopped by girls that you
see every day. Come away; I want to say something to you."
Rosa turned her astonished eyes upon the railer, and, ... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"But I will cut them if you say so. Only you know that it is our way
here to give the first who ask."
"Yes, yes; that's right. I--I couldn't dance now. I shall be all right,
presently if--if I see you happy. Ah, Rosa, if--if I should die--if I
should be carried away, would you always love me, would you always
believe ... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"I can't help it. I know you are right, but I must do it. I will be with
you in less than an hour. I'm off."
"Listen!--Good God, he's gone!" Jack ejaculated as Dick, taking
advantage of a cross-street, shot off into the darkness. Jack halted. To
call would be dangerous; to run after him excite comment, perhaps
pursuit... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
It was twelve o'clock and after. He dared wait no longer. Dick must
shift for himself. Perhaps he had lost his way. In any event it was
safer to set the general prisoners free, as they were only carelessly
guarded. Lamps glimmered fitfully in the guard-room, throwing fantastic
banners of light almost to the water's ed... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"This is a bad place to swim, my friend! There ain't enough water to
drown you, but if you stir you'll run against a bullet."
Jack lay quite still and raised his eyes. Above him stood a trooper,
with a revolver leveled at and within ten feet of him. Figure to
yourself any predicament in life in which vital stakes hang... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"DARLING ROSA: You've often said that you would disown Vincent if he
were not true to the South. Think of Vincent in my place--dawdling in
Acredale or Washington while battles were going on. You would not hold
him less contemptible that he was in love; that he let his love, or his
life, for you are both to me, stand a... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"Has Lieutenant Hawkins been here within an hour, sentry?" he asks, in
apparent haste.
"No, sir. I think he has been sent for--leastwise, the sergeant went
away about an hour ago to report the taking of a deserter, found
prowling about the side of the prison."
"A deserter?"
"Yes, sir. He had a brand-new uniform on and... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"Sh--sh--!"
The soldier's returning footfalls sounded in the passage-way; but, as he
re-entered the hall where Dick stood shading the flickering light, he
could not see the hastily extinguished match in Dick's hand. As the man
came slowly along the winding passage-way, Dick whispered:
"You are a recruit in Rickett's l... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"I have the countersign. How do you suppose I could have managed to get
to you if I hadn't? It is 'Lafayette.'"
"Glory! Now make all the clatter you can after I challenge."
They had by this time reached a row of tumble-down stables directly in
the rear of the prison, and shut out from the open ground by a decrepit
fen... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"Yes; we've doubled the chances of escape by this little stratagem; but
we have lost time. Come. Have you tied the horses?"
"Yes. Lead on."
Over the turfy hillside, now moist and sticky with the heavy dew, they
stole, half crouching, half crawling, until they were on a level with
the prison basement. The sentry in fro... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
They kept clear, however, of such places as the telegraph reached,
though at one point they found a post in a great state of excitement
over news brought from a neighboring wire, announcing the escape of two
prisoners who had been traced to the York road. But with such papers as
Jack presented and the number of the pa... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
By this time Barney and Dick had ridden up, and began to admire the
expanse of water spreading from the land before them to a green
wilderness in the distance.
"I'm afraid we are in a fix," Jones said, resignedly. "If I'm not very
much mistaken, the red line yonder, that looks like a roadway, is a
breastwork, and behi... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"Remain here. I will climb one of these trees and see what it means."
He was in the leafy boughs of a spreading pine in a few minutes, and
could descry a broad plain, with tents scattered here and there; still
farther on the broad uplands frame buildings with a red and white flag
floating to the wind could be seen. Ba... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"Go on; leave me here. I am of no use at best. I should only be a drag
on you. Perhaps you may find some darkey and send him back to give me a
mouthful to eat. That would pick me up; nothing else can."
The four gathered together for counsel. The horses, faring better than
their masters, for they found abundance to all... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"Dick, my boy, do you think you are equal to a vigil? You must stay here
with Jones. If he wakes and wants water, press the moisture of these
leaves to his lips, it's sassafras; and, stay--here is a sort of
plantain, filled with little globules of dew; pour these into his mouth,
and at a pinch give him a handful from ... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
CHAPTER XXV
PHANTASMAGORIA.
To say that night is a time of terror is a commonplace. Night is not
terrible of itself. It is like the ocean--peace and repose if there be
no storm. But of all terrors there are none, outside a guilty mind, so
benumbing as night in the unknown. It does not lessen the horror of
darkness t... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
Brave, even to recklessness, Dick was, as you have seen; but no sooner
had the glimmer of Jack's torch flickered and fluttered into the black
distance, making place for the monstrous shapes, the luring shadows, and
threatening forms encompassing him, than Dick threw himself, with a
wailing shriek, into the morass in a... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"O my God! my God! have mercy!" Dick buries his face in his hands, as he
clings desperately to the smooth white-oak trunk. A strange, wild
strain, like a detached chord of a vesper melody, sounds above him! It
is the whippoorwill--steadily, continuously, entrancingly the dulcet
measure is taken up and echoed, until th... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"Mr. Jones," he wails--and his own voice--the comically commonplace
name, "Mr. Jones," even in the agony of his terror, the humor of the
conjuncture glimmered in the boy's crazed intelligence, and he laughed a
wild, maniacal laugh. But the laugh died out in a pulseless horror. The
sick man uprose on his elbow. Dick, a... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"More, more; for God's sake, more!"
Dick filled it again, and again it was emptied.
"More--more--I'm burning--more!"
The boy was cruelly perplexed. He remembered vaguely hearing that fever
should be starved; that the thing craved was the dangerous thing; and he
moved away in a sort of compunctious terror.
"More--more!... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
Dick, fascinated and inert, watched the snaky mass, squirming in hideous
folds almost on the recumbent body. Then, aroused to the horror of their
nearness, he seized a torch and made at the slimy heap. The fire
conquered them. They slid off the ground, with forked tongues darting
out in impotent malice. But others, sq... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
The smoke, at first rising from the burning brakes, lodged among the
tree-tops; then, meeting the humid night-air in the matted leaves,
descended slowly. Dick found himself nearly smothered when he had partly
recovered from the spell-bound wonder of the demoniac _fête_. The ground
under his feet felt gratefully cool. ... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"What better do we need? We have salt, water, and fire. I'll prepare
them. Do you keep your face well bathed, and heap up embers at the foot
of that ash."
Sure enough, sometimes hidden by billows of smoke, rising lazily among
the burning bushes, Jones stripped the birds, spitted them on his
bayonet, and, holding them ... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"Ah, now we are in luck!" Jones whispered. "We will walk to the right,
on the edge of this lake, and keep it between us and the fire. We have
got out of that purgatory; now if we could only signal our friends."
"Hist!" whispered Dick, "I hear some one moving behind us."
They crouched down in the thick reeds and waited... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
Jones crept away, leaving Dick by no means easy in his mind, but he no
longer felt the terror that numbed him in the deep wood. Here there was
companionship. By pushing the branches aside he could see the figures
lounging about the fire; he could see the dark vault of the sky, and was
not oppressed by the hideous shap... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"Now, youngster, we must keep all our wits at work. The dogs will push
on to where we hid. They will follow to the stream, and I think I have
given them the slip there. Then they will beat about and follow our
trail into the cypress swamp. There the horses will mislead them, and if
you can only hold out, so soon as da... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"I don't know that sense is always a recommendation to women," Jack
shifts his burden to say tentatively, as Barney, involved in a more than
commonly obstinate brier, loses the thread of this jocose induction.
"Ah, Jack, dear, ye're weak in ye're mind when you fall to play on words
like that."
"You mean my sense is sm... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"That's what the priest said to Randy Maloney's third wife when she
complained that he bate her."
"Barney, I'll throttle you if you don't keep that mill you call your
tongue still."
"Ah, I'll hold it in me fist, as Mag Gleason held her jaw, for fear her
tooth would lep out to get more room to ache."
Jack laughed. "If ... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"If the field was full of girruls, with ears as big as sunflowers, they
wouldn't hear me breathe, so have no fear. A hill of potatoes all eyes
couldn't see us in such darkness as this."
For dense clouds had swiftly come up from the west, covering the
horizon. After careful reconnoitring, requiring a circuit of the
cle... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
But now the boys were awake, and Jack had to give them warning to make
no noise. Yes, there was food, plenty. Cooked bacon, hoe-cake, and cold
chicken, boiled eggs, and, to Barney's immeasurable joy, sorghum whisky.
The hunger of the invaders satisfied, each provided himself with a sack
to feed the waiting comrades; a... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"Somebody comin' from de road."
"Where can we hide? Don't put out the light; that will look suspicions!"
Jack whispered, making for the window in the rear, "Is there a cellar,
or can we get on the roof?" But the dark group were too terrified to
speak. They ran in a mob to the doorway, luckily the most adroit
manoeuvre... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"There are but three horses. If you are up to an adventure I think we
can make this turn to our profit."
"I'm up to anything, as the cat said when Biddy Hiks's plug ran her up
the crab-tree."
"Very well. Come after me."
The sorghum, meanwhile, had been handed to the raiders in the cabin, and
the men could be heard mak... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"Surrender, men! You are surrounded!"
"Close up, there! Keep your guns on a line with the windows; don't fire
till I give the order!" Barney could be heard at the window in
suppressed tones, as he, too, covered the maudlin company. Gabe and his
brother added to the effect of numbers by clattering the stirrups of the
h... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
Rafe led the way in trembling triumph. He knew the ford, indeed, every
foot of the country, and had no misgivings about reaching the Union
lines. Jack watched the squad until it disappeared in the fringe of
trees, and then, turning to the tearful Gabe, said, encouragingly:
"Now, we must do as well when we go among the... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"Down, down; hug the ground!" Jack cried, pushing the boy down into the
reeds. Almost as they sank, a group of troopers dashed by, talking
excitedly.
"Fire at random, men; that will force them into cover! If we can keep
them in ambush till daylight, the dogs will be here, and we shall nab
them," Jack heard a voice say... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"Very well, you stay here in the boat and wait for me. Don't stir, don't
speak, no matter what you see or hear. Will you do this?"
"Oh, yes, sah; 'deed, 'deed I will, sah!"
Jack crawled up the bank, keeping in the shadow of the uneven ground,
until he reached a point whence he could make out the blockhouse. It was
a h... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"Sergeant Bland, the captain orders you to take four men and station
them along the north shore of the pond. The rascals are in the cypress
swamp, and are making their way out toward Moccasin Creek. One man can
watch the block-house, and the rest come with me.--Guard, we shall be
within a hundred yards of you. A shot ... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"Sing out again, my friend; I haven't got cat's eyes."
Jack's grasp was on his throat and Jack's mouth was at his ear.
"One sound, one word, and this knife goes to the hilt in your heart!"
The astounded man half reeled at this awful apparition in the black
darkness, and he limply yielded to his captor under the impres... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"There's a horse or cow standing in the water yonder. I've seen it move;
there, look!"
Yes, outlined against the low horizon, a monstrous shape could be
plainly seen. The yelp of the hounds suddenly broke through the air back
of them toward the creek. The monstrous figure started, moved heavily
forward, then seemed as... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"Dar's whar de pickets fire across."
As they passed the bridge a loud sound of rushing horses could be heard
in the distance.
"Dick, you take two men and hurry down the road to assure our pickets
that we are friends. We'll take up the planks to give them time!" Jack
shouted, and Dick, with two of the rescued prisoners... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"I say, North Cal'ina, you'n's goin' straight through to Yankee land?" a
man in the throng shouts to some one on the train.
"Straight."
"Send us a lock o' Lincoln's hair to poison blind adders, will you?"
"No--promised his scalp to my sweetheart to cover the rocking-chair."
Then, as the laugh that met this sally died ... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"We in the North have heard more of Beauregard than Johnston, yet I
never hear you mention him. Wasn't it he who commanded at Bull Run?"
"Yes and no. General Beauregard is a superb soldier. He is, it has been
agreed among us, better for a desperate charge, or some sudden
inspiration in an emergency, than the complicat... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"And every Southern mother, too."
"Yes, I believe that, but there's this difference: Your Southern mothers
are counting on what doesn't exist--a higher physical courage--a prowess
in battle, I may call it, that you must know the Southern soldier has
not, as distinguished from the Northern. As time goes on and the war
... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
The photographic realism of the later newspaper correspondent had not
come into play in these earlier years of the war, and, as a consequence,
the thousands who poured down to the Army of the Potomac beheld the city
with something of the incredulous scorn with which the effeminate
Byzantines regarded the capital of th... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
Lincoln's Washington was to the capital of to-day what the Rome of Numa
was to the imperial city of Augustus. Never, in its best days, more
imposing than a wild Western metropolis of to-day, the sudden inrush of
armies and the wherewithal to supply and house them, soon gave the vast
spaces laid out for the capital the... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"Mr. President, this is Mrs. Sprague, whom you ordered to be admitted."
"I am both glad and sorry to meet you, madam. I knew your husband, the
Senator, in other and happier times. I wish that it were in my power to
do for him or his what he was always doing for the unhappy or
distressed."
"Ah! how kind you are! How--"... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"My son shot Wesley! oh no, no; it can not be; or, if he did, it was
because his own life was in peril. Ah! no, no, Mr. President, do not
believe this. I know my son. I know the misery he endured in Wesley's
company; endured like a hero; endured like a Sprague. He must have been
in peril of his life."
"Dear madam, I f... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"Papa begs to be excused. He supposes that you want to hear the
particulars of the--the affair at Rosedale, and bids me tell you."
"O Kate, Kate, it is not true! it can not be true. Oh, you who knew Jack
so well, you know that he never could have--have--"
Kate had seized a chair and drawn it before the two who sat on ... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"But, dear Mrs. Sprague, Olympia is just where her good sense is most
needed. She is near Jack. He needs comfort and counsel. You can have
your lawyer, and you shall see the case isn't so bad as we have heard.
You must remember that the Boones are not likely to take an impartial
view. It is only human nature that they... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"But what am I to do? I can get no assistance here. Every bureau
containing documents bearing on the poor boy's case is either closed to
me, or the officials so hostile that I can not work with or
through them."
"You must go about the affair as if it were a State matter. You must go
to McClellan. He is a young man of ... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"It's a bad fix--no mistake," he said, gravely; "but I suggest that your
fiery young friend come home and shoot the father, marry the daughter,
and, as a wife can't testify against the husband, your client
is secure."
"Ah, captain, it's not a matter for joking. Think of his wretched
mother."
"That's just what I do thi... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
The feud between the adherents of the houses of Sprague and Boone had
become acrimoniously embittered by the point of view from which each
side saw the conduct of Jack. Among the Boone feudatories he was set
down as a traitor, a spy, a murderer. The first malignant rumors that
reached the village after the battle were... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
At a great "war meeting" in the town-hall, over which Boone presided,
one thrilling orator hinted that fire, if not the law, could "relieve a
loyal community of the Copperhead's nest!" "It was an insult, as well as
a menace, to have the patrician palace of disloyalty flaunting its
grandeurs among a people loyal and de... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"There are three hundred men in this hall. The light is good, and my
eyesight is not impaired; but I can not see a man among you who was not
a Democrat a year or two ago. There are not fifty men among you that
voted for Abraham Lincoln. [Murmurs.] Are the two hundred and fifty,
then, traitors? Are they rebel sympathiz... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"Ah, my friend, when hate draws your portrait it is bound to be black.
When prejudice holds the pen, your virtues stand in the shade of vice. I
will tell John Sprague's story from the day he quit Acredale to the
unhappy hour his comrade was killed in the dark, in the sleeping-room of
the mother and daughter who had nu... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
Merry, too, had seen the story, and came over to show it to Mrs.
Sprague.
"I have seen it, I have seen it. Who of the Caribees can these be? Who
is Jacques? I never heard that name here."
"Ah! he must be one of the town recruits. It's a French name."
"Yes, it is part of a rather famous French name," Mrs. Sprague repli... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
"Surely you heard that a party had escaped from Libby and made their way
to Fort Monroe?" Olympia cried, desperately.
"Fort Monroe?" Mrs. Sprague echoed mechanically. "Yes, ah, yes. Merry,
where's the paper?"
Olympia devoured the meager scrap and then dropped the journal on her
knees. Her mind was in a whirl. In Richm... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
CHAPTER XXIX.
A WOMAN'S REASON.
The still, small voice that makes itself a force in the heart, which the
poets call our mentor and the moralists conscience, had been painfully
garrulous in Kate Boone's breast since the angry parting with Jack at
Rosedale. At first, in the wild grief of Wesley's death, she had hugged... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 | |
It had been a conspiracy of delusive kindness from the day Wesley
entered Rosedale. The frankness and kindliness of the Atterburys had
been assumed to lure him to his fatal adventure. Boone himself believed
that Jack's ignoble ambition and envy had been the main motives in the
murder. To this Kate, from the first, opp... | The Iron Game: A Tale of the War | Keenan, Henry F. (Henry Francis) | 1850 | 1928 | ['en'] | 23 | {'United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction'} | PG10062 |
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