We read that Fitz John Porter had a balloon fastened by a rope, in which he daily went up and took a look through his field-glasses at the Rebels, all miserably2 huddled3 together in their trap, awaiting their doom4. Our soldiers wrote home now that final victory could only be a matter of a few weeks, or months at the most. Some of them said they would surely be home by haying time. Their letters no longer dwelt upon battles, or the prospect5 of battles, but gossiped about the jealousies6 and quarrels among our generals, who seemed to dislike one another much more than they did the common enemy, and told us long and quite incredible tales about the mud in Virginia. No soldier’s letter that spring was complete without a chapter on the mud. There were many stories about mules7 and their contraband8 drivers being bodily sunk out of sight in these weltering seas of mire9, and of new boots being made for the officers to come up to their armpits, which we hardly knew whether to believe or not. But about the fact that peace was practically within view there could be no doubt.
Under the influence of this mood, Miss Parma-lee’s ambitious project for a grand fair and festival in aid of the Field Hospital and Nurse Fund naturally languished10. If the war was coming to a close so soon, there could be no use in going to so much worry and trouble, to say nothing of the expense.
Miss Julia seemed to take this view of it herself. She ceased active preparations for the fair, and printed in the Thessaly Banner of Liberty a beautiful poem over her own name entitled “The Dovelike Dawn of White-winged Peace.” She also got herself some new and summery dresses, of gay tints11 and very fashionable form, and went to be photographed in each. Her almost daily presence at the gallery came, indeed, to be a leading topic of conversation in Octavius. Some said that she was taking lessons of Marsena—learning to make photographs—but others put a different construction on the matter and winked13 as they did so.
As for Marsena, he moved about the streets these days with his head among the stars, in a state of rapt and reverent14 exaltation. He had never been what might be called a talker, but now it was as much as the best of us could do to get any kind of word from him. He did not seem to talk to Julia any more than to the general public, but just luxuriated with a dumb solemnity of joy in her company, sitting sometimes for hours beside her on the piazza15 of the Parmalee house, or focusing her pretty image with silent delight on the ground glass of his best camera day after day, or walking with her, arm in arm, to the Episcopal church on Sundays. He had always been a Presbyterian before, but now he bore himself in the prominent Parmalee pew at St. Mark’s with stately correctness, rising, kneeling, seating himself, just as the others did, and helping16 Miss Julia hold her Prayer Book with an air of having known the ritual from childhood.
No doubt a good many people felt that all this was rough on the absent Dwight Ransom17, and probably some of them talked openly about it; but interest in this aspect of the case was swallowed up in the larger attention now given to Marsena Pulford himself. It began to be reported that he really came of an extraordinarily18 good family in New England, and that an uncle of his had been in Congress. The legend that he had means of his own did not take much root, but it was admitted that he must now be simply coining money. Some went so far as to estimate his annual profits as high as $1,500, which sounded to the average Octavian like a dream. It was commonly understood that he had abandoned an earlier intention to buy a house and lot of his own, and this clearly seemed to show that he counted upon going presently to live in the Parmalee mansion19. People speculated with idle curiosity as to the likelihood of this coming to pass before the war ended and Battery G returned home.
Suddenly great and stirring news fell upon the startled North and set Octavius thrilling with excitement, along with every other community far and near. It was in the first week or so of May that the surprise came; the Rebels, whom we had supposed to be securely locked up in Yorktown, with no alternative save starvation or surrender, decided20 not to remain there any longer, and accordingly marched comfortably off in the direction of Richmond!
Quick upon the heels of this came tidings that the union army was in pursuit, and that there had been savage21 fighting with the Confederate rear-guard at Williamsburg. The papers said that the war, so far from ending, must now be fought all over again. The marvellous story of the Monitor and Merrimac sent our men folks into a frenzy22 of patriotic24 fervor25. Our women learned with sinking hearts that the new corps26 which included our Dearborn County regiments27 was to bear the brunt of the conflict in this changed order of things. We were all off again in a hysterical28 whirl of emotions—now pride, now horror, now bitter wrath29 on top.
In the middle of all this the famous Field Hospital and Nurse Fund Fair was held. The project had slumbered30 the while people thought peace so near. It sprang up with renewed and vigorous life the moment the echo of those guns at Williamsburg reached our ears. And of course at its head was Julia Parmalee.
It would take a long time and a powerful ransacking31 of memory to catalogue the remarkable32 things which this active young woman did toward making that fair the success it undoubtedly33 was. Even more notable were the things which she coaxed34, argued, or shamed other folks into doing for it. Years afterward35 there were old people who would tell you that Octavius had never been quite the same place since.
For one thing, instead of the Fireman’s Hall, with its dingy36 aspect and somewhat rowdyish associations, the fair was held in the Court House, and we all understood that Miss Julia had been able to secure this favor on account of her late uncle, the Judge, when any one else would have been refused. It was under her tireless and ubiquitous supervision37 that this solemn old interior now took on a gay and festal face. Under the inspiration of her glance the members of the Fire Company and the Alert Baseball Club vied with each other in borrowing flags and hanging them from the most inaccessible38 and adventurous39 points. The rivalry40 between the local Freemasons and Odd Fellows was utilized41 to build contemporary booths at the sides and down the centre—on a floor laid over the benches by the Carpenters’ Benevolent42 Association. The ladies’ organizations of the various churches, out of devotion to the union and jealousy43 of one another, did all the rest.
At the sides were the stalls for the sale of useful household articles, and sedate44 and elderly matrons found themselves now dragged from the mild obscurity of homes where they did their own work, and thrust forward to preside over the sales in these booths, while thrifty45, not to say penurious46, merchants came and stood around and regarded with amazement47 the merchandise which they had been wheedled48 into contributing gratis49 out of their own stores. The suggestion that they should now buy it back again paralyzed their faculties50, and imparted a distinct restraint to the festivities at the sides of the big court-room.
In the centre was a double row of booths for the sale of articles not so strictly51 useful, and here the young people congregated52. All the girls of Octavius seemed to have been gathered here—the pretty ones and the plain ones, the saucy53 ones and the shy, the maidens54 who were “getting along” and the damsels not yet out of their teens. Stiff, spreading crinolines brushed juvenile55 pantalettes, and the dark head of long, shaving-like ringlets contrasted itself with the bold waterfall of blonde hair. These girls did not know one another very well, save by little groups formed around the nucleus56 of a church association, and very few of them knew Miss Par-malee at all, except, of course, by sight. But now, astonishing to relate, she recognized them by name as old friends, shook hands warmly right and left, and blithely57 set them all to work and at their ease. The idea of selling things to young men abashed58 them by its weird59 and unmaidenly novelty. She showed them how it should be done—bringing forward for the purpose a sheepishly obstinate60 drugstore clerk, and publicly dragooning him into paying eighty cents for a leather dog-collar, despite his protests that he had no dog and hated the whole canine61 species, and could get such a strap62 as that anywhere for fifteen cents—all amid the greatest merriment. Her influence was so pervasive63, indeed, that even the nicest girls soon got into a state of giggling64 familiarity with comparative strangers, which gave their elders concern, and which in some cases it took many months to straighten out again. But for the time all was sparkling gaiety. On the second and final evening, after the oyster65 supper, the Philharmonics played and a choir66 of girls sang patriotic songs. Then the gas was turned down and the stereopticon show began.
As the last concerted achievement of the firm of Pulford & Shull, this magic-lantern performance is still remembered. The idea of it, of course, was Julia’s. She suggested it to Marsena, and he gladly volunteered to make any number of positive plates from appropriate pictures and portraits for the purpose. Then she pressed Newton Shull into the service to get a stereopticon on hire, to rig up the platform and canvas for it, and finally to consent to quit his post among the Philharmonics when the music ceased, and to go off up into the gallery to work the slides. He also, during Marsena’s absence one day, made a slide on his own account.
Mr. Shull had not taken very kindly67 to the idea when Miss Julia first broached68 it to him.
“No, I don’t know as I ever worked a stereopticon,” he said, striving to look with cold placidity69 into the winsome70 and beaming smile with which she confronted him one day out in the reception-room. She had never smiled at him before or pretended even to know his name. “I guess you’d better hire a man up from Tecumseh to bring the machine and run it himself.”
“But you can do it so much better, my dear Mr. Shull!” she urged. “You do everything so much better! Mr. Pulford often says that he never knew such a handyman in all his life. It seems that there is literally71 nothing that you can’t do—except—perhaps—refuse a lady a great personal favor.”
Miss Julia put this last so delicately, and with such a pretty little arch nod of the head and turn of the eyes, that Newton Shull surrendered at discretion72. He promised everything on the spot, and he kept his word. In fact, he more than kept it.
The great evening came, as I have said, and when the lights were turned down to extinction’s verge73 those who were nearest the front could distinguish the vacant chair which Mr. Shull had been occupying, with his bass74 viol leaning against it. They whispered from one to another that he had gone up in the gallery to work this new-fangled contrivance. Then came a flashing broad disk of light on the screen above the judges’ bench, a spreading sibilant murmur75 of interest, and the show began.
It was an oddly limited collection of pictures—mainly thin and feeble copies of newspaper engravings, photographic portraits, and ideal heads from the magazines. Winfield Scott followed in the wake of Kossuth, and Garibaldi led the way for John C. Fr茅mont and Lola Montez. There was applause for the long, homely76, familiar face of Lincoln, and a derisive77 snicker for the likeness78 of Jeff Davis turned upside down. Then came local heroes from the district round about—Gen. Boyce, Col. McIntyre, and young Adjt. Heron, who had died so bravely at Ball’s Bluff—mixed with some landscapes and statuary, and a comic caricature or two. The rapt assemblage murmured its recognitions, sighed its deeper emotions, chuckled79 over the funny plates—deeming it all a most delightful80 entertainment. From time to time there were long hitches81, marked by a curious spluttering noise above, and the abortive82 flashes of meaningless light on the screen, and the explanation was passed about in undertones that Mr. Shull was having difficulties with the machine.
It was after the longest of these delays that, all at once, an extremely vivid picture was jerked suddenly upon the canvas, and, after a few preliminary twitches83, settled in place to stare us out of countenance84. There was no room for mistake. It was the portrait of Miss Julia Parmalee standing85 proudly erect86 in statuesque posture87, with one hand resting on the back of a chair, and seated in this chair was Lieut. Dwight Ransom, smiling amiably88.
There was a moment’s deadly hush89, while we gazed at this unlooked-for apparition90. It seemed, upon examination, as if there was a certain irony91 in the Lieutenant’s grin. Some one in the darkness emitted an abrupt92 snort of amusement, and a general titter arose, hung in the air for an awkward instant, and then was drowned by a generous burst of applause. While the people were still clapping their hands the picture was withdrawn93 from the screen, and we heard Newton Shull call down from his perch94 in the gallery:
“You kin12 turn up the lights now. They ain’t no more to this.”
In another minute we were sitting once again in the broad glare of the gaslight, blinking confusedly at one another, and with a dazed consciousness that something rather embarrassing had happened. The boldest of us began to steal glances across to where Miss Parmalee and Marsena sat, just in front of the steps to the bench.
What Miss Julia felt was beyond guessing, but there she was, at any rate, bending over and talking vivaciously95, all smiles and collected nerves, to a lady two seats removed. But Marsena displayed no such presence of mind. He sat bolt upright, with an extraordinarily white face and a drooping96 jaw97, staring fixedly99 at the empty canvas on the wall before him. Such absolute astonishment100 was never depicted101 on human visage before.
Perhaps from native inability to mind his own business, perhaps with a kindly view of saving an anxious situation, the Baptist minister rose now to his feet, coughed loudly to secure attention, and began some florid remarks about the success of the fair, the especial beauty of the lantern exhibition they had just witnessed, and the felicitous102 way in which it had terminated with a portrait of the beautiful and distinguished103 young lady to whose genius and unwearying efforts they were all so deeply indebted. In these times of national travail104 and distress105, he said, there was a peculiar106 satisfaction in seeing her portrait accompanied by that of one of the courageous107 and noble young men who had sprung to the defence of their country. The poet had averred108, he continued, that none but the brave deserved the fair, and so on, and so on.
Miss Julia listened to it all with her head on one side and a modestly deprecatory half-smile on her face. At its finish she rose, turned to face everybody, made a pert, laughing little bow, and sat down again, apparently109 all happiness. But it was noted110 that Marsena did not take his pained and fascinated gaze from that mocking white screen on the wall straight in front.
They walked in silence that evening to almost the gate of the Parmalee mansion. Julia had taken his arm, as usual; but Marsena could not but feel that the touch was different. It was in the nature of a relief to him that for once she did not talk. His heart was too sore, his brain too bewildered, for the task of even a one-sided conversation, such as theirs was wont111 to be. Then all at once the silence grew terrible to him—a weight to be lifted at all hazards on the instant.
“Shull must have made that last slide himself,” he blurted112 out. “I never dreamt of its being made.”
“I thought it came out very well indeed,” remarked Miss Parmalee, “especially his uniform. You could quite see the eagles on the buttons. You must thank Mr. Shull for me.”
“I’ll speak to him in the morning about it,” said Marsena, with gloomy emphasis. He sighed, bit his lip, fixed98 an intent gaze upon the big dark bulk of the Parmalee house looming113 before them, and spoke114 again. “There’s something that I want to say to you, though, that won’t keep till morning.” A tiny movement of the hand on his arm was the only response. “I see now,” Marsena went on, “that I ain’t been making any real headway with you at all. I thought—well—I don’t know as I know just what I did think—but I guess now that it was a mistake.” Yes—there was a distinct flutter of the little gloved hand. It put a wild thought into Marsena’s head.
“Would you,” he began boldly—“I never spoke of it before—but would you—that is, if I was to enlist115 and go to the war—would that make any difference?—you know what I mean.”
She looked up at him with magnetic sweetness in her dusky, shadowed glance. “How can any ablebodied young patriot23 hesitate at such a time as this?” she made answer, and pressed his arm.
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