the red acorn-第2节
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ough its long； forceful measures； which have the sweep and ring of marching battalions； swung the singers； with a passionate earnestness that made every note and word glow with meaning。 The swelling paean told of the heroism and sacrifice with which the foundations of the Nation were laid； of the glory to which the land had risen； and then its mood changing to one of direness and wrath； it foretold the just punishment of those who broke the peace of a happy land。
The mood of the Sardis people was that patriotic exaltation which reigned in every city and village of the North on that memorable night of April； 1861。
But Rachel and Harry had left far behind them this passion of the multitude； which had set their own to throbbing； even as the roar of a cannon will waken the vibrations of harp…strings。 Around where they stood was the peace of the night and sleep。 The perfume of violets and hyacinths； and of myriads of opening buds seemed shed by the moon with her silvery rays through the soft； dewy air； a few nocturnal insects droned hither and thither； and 〃drowsy tinklings lulled the distant folds。〃
As their steps were arrested Rachel released her grasp from Harry's arm； but he caught her hand before it fell to her side； and held it fast。 She turned her face frankly toward him； and he looked down with anxious eyes upon the broad white forehead； framed in silken black hair； upon great eyes； flaming with a meaning that he feared to interpret； upon the eloquent lines about the mobile； sensitive mouth； all now lifted into almost supernatural beauty by the moonlight's spiritualizing magic。
What he said he could never afterward recall。 His first memory was that of a pause in his speech； when he saw the ripe； red lips turned toward him with a gesture of the proud head that was both an assent and invitation。 The kiss that he pressed there thrilled him with the intoxication of unexpectedly rewarded love； and Rachel with the gladness of triumph。
What they afterward said was as incoherent as the conversations of those rapturous moments ever are。
〃You know we leave in the morning？〃 he said； when at last it became necessary for him to go。
〃Yes；〃 she answered calmly。 〃And perhaps it is better that it should be sothat we be apart for a little while to consider this new…found happiness and understand it。 I shall be sustained with the thought that in giving you to the country I have given more than any one else。 I know that you will do something that will make me still prouder of you； and my presentiments； which never fail me； assure me that you will return to me safely。〃
His face showed a little disappointment with the answer。
She reached above her head； and breaking off a bud handed it to him； saying in the words of Juliet：
〃Sweet； good…night： This bud of love； by Summer's ripening breath； May prove a beauteous flower； when next we meet。〃
He kissed the bud； and put it in his bosom； kissed her again passionately； and descended the hill to prepare for his departure in the morning。
She was with the rest of the village at the depot to bid the company good…bye； and was amazed to find how far the process of developing the bud into the flower had gone in her heart since parting with her lover。 Her previous partiality and admiration for him appeared now very tame and colorless； beside the emotions that stirred her at the sight of him marching with erect grace at the head of his company。 But while all about her were tears and sobs； and modest girls revealing unsuspecting attachments in the agitation of parting； her eyes were undimmed。 She was proud and serene； a heightening of the color in her cheeks being the only sign of unusual feeling。 Harry came to her for a moment； held her hand tightly in his； took the bud from his bosom； touched it significantly with his lips； and sprang upon the train which was beginning to move away。
The days that followed were halcyon for her。 While the other women of Sardis； whose loved ones were gone； were bewailing the dangers they would encounter； her proud spirit only contemplated the chances that Harry would have for winning fame。 Battles meant bright laurels for him in which she would have a rightful share。
Her mental food became the poetry of love； chivalry and glorious war。 The lyric had a vivid personal interest。 Tales of romantic daring and achievement were suggestions of possibilities in Harry's career。 Her waking hours were mainly spent； book in hand； under the old apple…tree that daily grew dearer to her。
The exalted mood in which we found her was broken in upon by the sound of some one shutting the gate below very emphatically。 Looking down she saw her father approaching with such visible signs in face and demeanor of strong excitement that she arose and went to him。
〃Why； father； what can be the matter？〃 she said； stopping in front of him； with the open book pressed to her breast。
〃Matter enough； I'm afraid； Rachel。 There's been a battle near a place called Rich Mountain； in Western Virginia； and Harry Glen's…〃
〃O； father；〃 she said； growing very white； 〃Harry's killed。〃
〃No； not killed。〃 The old man's lip curled with scorn。 〃It's worse。 He seems to've suddenly discovered he wasn't prepared to die； he didn't want to rush all at once into the presence of his Maker。 Mebbe he didn't think it'd be good manners。 You know he was always stronger on etikwet than anything else。 In short； he's showed the white feather。 A dozen or more letters have come from the boys telling all about it； and the town's talking of nothing else。 There's one of the letters。 It's from Jake Alspaugh； who quite working for me to enlist。 Read it yourself。〃
The old gentleman threw the letter upon the grass； and strode on angrily into the house。 Rachel smoothed out the crumpled sheet； and read with a growing sickness at heart：
Mr。 BondDeer Sur：
i taik my pen in hand to lett you no that with the exception of an occashunal tuch of roomaticks； an boonions all over my fete from hard marchin； ime all rite； an i hope you ar injoin the saim blessin。 Weve jest had an awful big fite； and the way we warmed it to the secshers jest beat the jews。 i doant expect theyve stopt runnin yit。 All the Sardis boys done bully except Lieutenant Harry Glen。 The smell of burnt powder seamed to onsettle his narves。 He tuk powerful sick all at wunst； jest as the trail was gittin rather fresh； and he lay groanin wen the rest of the company marched off into the fite。 He doant find the klime…it here as healthy as it is in Sardis。 i 'stinguished myself and have bin promoted； and ive got a Rebel gun for you with a bore big enuff to put a walnut in； and it'll jest nock your hole darned shoulder off every time you shoot it。 No more yours til deth send me some finecut tobacker for heavens sake。
Jacob Alspaugh。
Rachel tore the letter into a thousand fragments； and flung the volume of poems into the ditch below。 She hastened to her room； and no one saw her again until the next morning； when she came down dressed in somber black； her face pale； and her colorless lips tightly compressed。
Chapter II。 First Shots。
〃Cowards fear to die； but courage stout； Rather than live in snuff； will be put out。〃 Sir Walter Raleigh； on 〃The Snuff of a Candle。〃
All military courage of any value is the offspring of pride and will。 The existence of what is called 〃natural courage〃 may well be doubted。 What is frequently mistaken for it is either perfect self…command； or a stolid indifference； arising from dull…brained inability to comprehend what really is danger。
The first instincts of man teach him to shun all sources of harm； and if his senses are sufficiently acute to perceive danger； his natural disposition is to avoid encountering it。 This disposition can only be overcome by the exercise of the power of pride and willpride to aspire to the accomplishment of certain things； even though risk attend； and will to carry out those aspirations。
Harry Glen was apparently not deficient in either pride or will。 The close observer； however； seemed to see as his mastering sentiment a certain starile selfishness； not uncommon among the youths of his training and position in the slow…living； hum…drum country towns of Ohio。 The only son of a weakly…fondling mother and a father too earnestly treading the narrow path of early diligences and small savings by which a man becomes the richest in his village； to pay any attention to him； Harry grew up a self…indulgent； self…sufficient boy。 His course at the seminary and college naturally developed this into a snobbish assumption that he was of finer clay than the commonality； and in some way selected by fortune for her finer displays and luxurious purposes。 I have termed this a 〃sterile selfishness；〃 to distinguish it from that grand egoism which in large minds is fruitful of high accomplishments and great deeds； and to denote a force which； in the sons of the average 〃rich〃 men of the county seats； is apt to expend itself in satisfaction at having finer clothes and faster horses and pleasanter homes； than the averagein a pride of white hands and a scorn of drudgery。
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