Each day’s working hours were given to his father’s case and to the study of law. If there was work to do, he did it, and then struck the word care from his life, giving himself body and soul to his love. Great events were moving. The shock of the battle between Congress and the President began to shake the Republic to its foundations. He heard nothing, felt nothing, save the music of Elsie’s voice.
And she knew it. She had only played with lovers before. She had never seen one of Ben’s kind, and he took her by storm. His creed4 was simple. The chief end of life is to glorify5 the girl you love. Other things could wait. And he let them wait. He ignored their existence.
But one cloud cast its shadow over the girl’s heart during these red-letter days of life—the fear of what her father would do to her lover’s people. Ben had asked her 149 whether he must speak to him. When she said “No, not yet,” he forgot that such a man lived. As for his politics, he knew nothing and cared less.
But the girl knew and thought with sickening dread6, until she forgot her fears in the joy of his laughter. Ben laughed so heartily7, so insinuatingly8, the contagion9 of his fun could not be resisted.
He would sit for hours and confess to her the secrets of his boyish dreams of glory in war, recount his thrilling adventures and daring deeds with such enthusiasm that his cause seemed her own, and the pity and the anguish10 of the ruin of his people hurt her with the keen sense of personal pain. His love for his native State was so genuine, his pride in the bravery and goodness of its people so chivalrous11, she began to see for the first time how the cords which bound the Southerner to his soil were of the heart’s red blood.
She began to understand why the war, which had seemed to her a wicked, cruel, and causeless rebellion, was the one inevitable12 thing in our growth from a loose group of sovereign States to a United Nation. Love had given her his point of view.
Secret grief over her father’s course began to grow into conscious fear. With unerring instinct she felt the fatal day drawing nearer when these two men, now of her inmost life, must clash in mortal enmity.
She saw little of her father. He was absorbed with fevered activity and deadly hate in his struggle with the President.
Brooding over her fears one night, she had tried to 150 interest Ben in politics. To her surprise she found that he knew nothing of her father’s real position or power as leader of his party. The stunning13 tragedy of the war had for the time crushed out of his consciousness all political ideas, as it had for most young Southerners. He took her hand while a dreamy look overspread his swarthy face:
“Don’t cross a bridge till you come to it. I learned that in the war. Politics are a mess. Let me tell you something that counts——”
He felt her hand’s soft pressure and reverently14 kissed it. “Listen,” he whispered. “I was dreaming last night after I left you of the home we’ll build. Just back of our place, on the hill overlooking the river, my father and mother planted trees in exact duplicate of the ones they placed around our house when they were married. They set these trees in honour of the first-born of their love, that he should make his nest there when grown. But it was not for him. He had pitched his tent on higher ground, and the others with him. This place will be mine. There are forty varieties of trees, all grown—elm, maple15, oak, holly16, pine, cedar17, magnolia, and every fruit and flowering stem that grows in our friendly soil. A little house, built near the vacant space reserved for the homestead, is nicely kept by a farmer, and birds have learned to build in every shrub18 and tree. All the year their music rings its chorus—one long overture19 awaiting the coming of my bride——”
Elsie sighed.
“Listen, dear,” he went on eagerly. “Last night I dreamed the South had risen from her ruins. I saw you 151 there. I saw our home standing20 amid a bower21 of roses your hands had planted. The full moon wrapped it in soft light, while you and I walked hand in hand in silence beneath our trees. But fairer and brighter than the moon was the face of her I loved, and sweeter than all the songs of birds the music of her voice!”
A tear dimmed the girl’s warm eyes, and a deeper flush mantled22 her cheeks, as she lifted her face and whispered:
“Kiss me.”
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