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Title: St. Nicholas Magazine for Boys and Girls, Vol. 5, July 1878, No. 9

Author: Various

Editor: Mary Mapes Dodge

Release Date: June 22, 2007 [EBook #21898]

Language: English

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[Illustration: "ONWARD WITH HER PRECIOUS BURDEN, THROUGH SHOT AND
SHELL".]

ST. NICHOLAS.

VOL. V.
JULY, 1878.
No. 9.

[Copyright, 1878, by Scribner & Co.]

THE GIRL WHO SAVED THE GENERAL.

BY CHARLES H. WOODMAN.

Far down the Carolina coast lies the lovely island of St. John, where
stood, one hundred years ago, a noble brick-built mansion, with lofty
portico and broad piazza. Ancient live-oaks, trembling aspens, and
great sycamores, lifted a bower over it to keep off the sun. Threading
their way through orange-trees and beds of flowers, spacious walks
played hide-and-seek around the house, coming suddenly full upon the
river, or running out of sight in the deep woods.

The owner of this place was Robert Gibbes. With his beautiful young
wife he kept an open hall, and drew to its doors many of the great and
noble people of the times; for he was wealthy and cultured, and she had
such charming manners that people loved her very presence. The great
house was full at all seasons. Eight children had already come to this
good couple, and seven little adopted cousins were their playmates--the
orphan children of Mrs. Fenwick, sister to Mr. Gibbes. He himself was a
cripple, and could not walk. In a chair which ran on wheels he was
drawn daily over the pleasant paths, sometimes by the faithful black
servants, sometimes by the still more devoted children, who tugged at
the rope like so many frisky colts. In their careless joy he forgot his
own sufferings, and would laugh heartily when they deserted him and
hid, with shouts, behind the great trunks, until every tree in the park
seemed to cry out "Papa!" and "Uncle Robert!" The lovelin