Hobart Martine, another boy of the village, shared all his schoolmate's admiration for pretty Nellie, as she was usually called. He had been lame13 from birth, and could not skate. He could only shiver on the bank or stamp around to keep himself warm, while the athletic14 Al and the graceful15 little girl passed and repassed, quite forgetting him. There was one thing he could do; and this pleasure he waited for till often numb16 with cold. He could draw the child on his sled to her home, which adjoined his own.
When it came his turn to do this, and he limped patiently through the snow, tugging17 at the rope, his heart grew warm as well as his chilled body. She was a rather imperious little belle18 with the other boys, but was usually gentle with him because he was lame and quiet. When she thanked him kindly19 and pleasantly at her gate, he was so happy that he could scarcely eat his supper. Then his mother would laugh and say, "You've been with your little sweetheart." He would flush and make no reply.
How little did those children dream of war, even when studying their history lessons! Yet Albert Nichol now lay in the Wilderness20 jungle. He had done much to make his little playmate proud of him. The sturdy boy developed into a manly21 man. When he responded to his country's call and raised a company among his old friends and neighbors, Helen Kemble exulted22 over him tearfully. She gave him the highest tribute within her power and dearest possession—her heart. She made every campaign with him, following him with love's untiring solicitude23 through the scenes he described, until at last the morning paper turned the morning sunshine into mockery and the songs of the birds into dirges24. Captain Nichol's name was on the list of the killed.
With something of the same jealousy25, developed and intensified26, which he had experienced while watching Albert glide27 away on the ice with the child adored in a dumb, boyish way, Hobart had seen his old schoolmate depart for the front. Then his rival took the girl from him; now he took her heart. Martine's lameness28 kept him from being a soldier. He again virtually stood chilled on the bank, with a cold, dreary29, hopeless feeling which he believed would benumb his life. He did not know, he was not sure that he had lost Helen beyond hope, until those lurid30 days when men on both sides were arming and drilling for mutual31 slaughter32. She was always so kind to him, and her tones so gentle when she spoke33, that in love's fond blindness he had dared to hope. He eventually learned that she was only sorry for him. He did not, could not, blame her, for he needed but to glance at Nichol's stalwart form, and recall the young soldier's record, in order to know that it would be strange indeed if the girl had chosen otherwise. He would have been more than human if there had not been some bitterness in his heart; but he fought it down honestly, and while pursuing his peaceful avocations34 engaged in what he believed would be a lifelong battle. He smiled at the girl across the garden fence and called out his cheery "Good-morning." He was her frequent companion by the fireside or on the piazza35, according to the season; and he alone of the young men was welcome, for she had little sympathy for those who remained at home without his excuse. He was so bravely her friend, keeping his great love so sternly repressed that she only felt it like a genial36 warmth in his tones and manner, and believed that he was becoming in truth what he seemed, merely a friend.
On that terrible May morning he was out in the garden and heard her wild, despairing cry as she read the fatal words. He knew that a heavy battle had been begun, and was going down to the gate for his paper, which the newsboy had just left. There was no need of opening it, for the bitter cry he had heard made known to him the one item of intelligence compared with which all else for the time became insignificant37. Was it the Devil that inspired a great throb38 of hope in his heart? At any rate he thought it was, and ground his heel into the gravel39 as if the serpent's head was beneath it, then limped to Mr. Kemble's door.
The old banker came out to meet him, shaking his gray head and holding
the paper in his trembling hand. "Ah!" he groaned40, "I've feared it,
I've feared it all along, but hoped that it would not be. You've seen
Nichol's name—" but he could not finish the sentence.
"No, I have seen nothing; I only heard Helen's cry. That told the whole story."
"Yes. Well, her mother's with her. Poor girl! poor girl! God grant it isn't her death-blow too. She has suffered too much under this long strain of anxiety."
A generous resolve was forming in Martine's mind, and he said earnestly, "We must tide her through this terrible shock. There may be some mistake; he may be only wounded. Do not let her give up hope absolutely. I'll drop everything and go to the battlefield at once. If the worst has in truth happened, I can bring home his remains41, and that would be a comfort to her. A newspaper report, made up hastily in the field, is not final. Let this hope break the cruel force of the blow, for it is hard to live without hope."
"Well, Hobart, you ARE a true friend. God bless and reward you! If nothing comes of it for poor Nichol, as I fear nothing will, your journey and effort will give a faint hope to Nellie, and, as you say, break the force of the blow. I'll go and tell her."
Martine went into the parlor42, which Helen had decorated with mementoes of her soldier lover. He was alone but a few moments before he heard hasty steps. Helen entered with hot, tearless eyes and an agonized43, imploring44 expression.
"What!" she cried, "is it true that you'll go?"
"Yes, Helen, immediately. I do not think there's reason for despair."
"Oh, God bless you! friend, friend! I never knew what the word meant before. Oh, Hobart, no sister ever lavished45 love on a brother as I will love you if you bring back my Albert;" and in the impulse of her overwhelming gratitude46 she buried her face on his shoulder and sobbed47 aloud. Hope already brought the relief of tears.
He stroked the bowed head gently, saying, "God is my witness, Helen, that I will spare no pains and shrink from no danger in trying to find Captain Nichol. I have known of many instances where the first reports of battles proved incorrect;" and he led her to a chair.
"It is asking so much of you," she faltered48.
"You have asked nothing, Helen. I have offered to go, and I AM going. It is a little thing for me to do. You know that my lameness only kept me from joining Captain Nichol's company. Now try to control your natural feelings like a brave girl, while I explain my plans as far as I have formed them."
"Yes, yes! Wait a few moments. Oh, this pain at my heart! I think it would have broken if you hadn't come. I couldn't breathe; I just felt as if sinking under a weight."
"Take courage, Helen. Remember Albert is a soldier."
"IS, IS! Oh, thanks for that little word! You do not believe that he is gone and lost to me?"
"I cannot believe it yet. We will not believe it. Now listen patiently, for you will have your part to do."
"Yes, yes; if I could only do something! That would help me so much.
Oh, if I could only go with you!"
"That would not be best or wise, and might defeat my efforts. I must be free to go where you could not—to visit places unsafe for you. My first step must be to get letters to our State Senator. Your father can write one, and I'll get one or two others. The Senator will give me a letter to the Governor, who in turn will accredit49 me to the authorities at Washington and the officer in command on the battlefield. You know I shall need passes. Those who go to the extreme front must be able to account for themselves. I will keep in telegraphic communication with you, and you may receive additional tidings which will aid me in my search. Mr. Kemble!" he concluded, calling her father from his perturbed50 pacing up and down the hall.
"Ah!" said the banker, entering, "this is a hundred-fold better than despairing, useless grief. I've heard the gist51 of what Hobart has said, and approve it. Now I'll call mother, so that we may all take courage and get a good grip on hope."
They consulted together briefly52, and in the prospect53 of action, Helen was carried through the first dangerous crisis in her experience.
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glamour
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spoke
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