andsome in it, and not such an awful bear of a Yankee, after all. The
manliness of the young surgeon's superior had likewise made a deep
impression upon her.
Before going into the house Mrs. Ruthven had invited the young man to
remain to dinner, and he had readily accepted the invitation. But he was
by no means anxious to go into the house with the others.
"It is so nice and cool in the garden, Marion," he said. "Let us remain
out here for a while, if you have no objections."
"As you will, Harry. But we need not stand. Let us go down to the old
summerhouse. Of course you remember that place."
"To be sure, Marion--I remember it only too well. How you used to bring
in the flowers and make bouquets and wreaths, and open a flower store
and bid me buy----"
"And you wouldn't buy, more than half the time," she laughed. "You
always were somewhat contrary, Harry. Is that what made you turn
Yankee?"
"I hardly think so. I want to see all the slaves set free."
"Is that all?"
"Isn't that enough?"
"Most Yankees want to see the South broken up and ruined."
"No! no! That is a mistake."
The summerhouse was soon gained, and she sat down, and without ceremony
he took a seat on the bench at her side.
"This takes me back ten or fifteen years," he declared, as he looked
around at the familiar surroundings. "There are the same old magnolias,
with the swing, and the same old rose bush, or new ones just like the
old. Marion, you ought to be happy here."
"I was--until the war broke out, and poor papa was killed."
"Yes, that was a shock, and I felt it too, when the news reached me. He
was a noble man, Marion."
"So they all say, Harry, but that does not give him back to us. And now
another danger threatens us."
"Another danger? You mean the presence of our troops here? Marion, no
harm shall come to you, if I can prevent it."
"But I do not mean that. It is concerning Jack."
"What of your brother?"
"Oh, Harry, he is just like a brother to me, and mamma thinks of him as
her son! Now a stranger has appeared on the scene, and he wants to take
Jack away from us."
"A stranger. Who?"
"A Confederate surgeon named Dr. Mackey. He claims that he is Jack's
father."
"But is he?"
"We do not believe that he is. But he says he can prove it."
"This is news certainly, Marion. Will you give me the particulars?"
"I will," and she did so, to which Harry Powell listened with keen
interest.
"Humph! And Jack do
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