The Crisis, Volume 6

way, "there isn't a great deal doing. Let

sts (lukewarm) who denounced the measure as unjust and brutal. The feelings of Southerners, avowed and secret, may only be surmised. Rigid ostracism was to be the p

e Misses Russell showed him very plainly that they disapproved of his politics. The hospitable days at that house were over. Miss Catherwood, when they met on the street, pret

coat, and sallied forth

rm. They walked for so

esently, "I guess I'll

But he was astonished

ne furniture. And, if

se that no consider

his proceeding, sir, I

ounds. War makes many

tartly, "by bidding, we

u should not be af

Sometimes Mr. Whipple

Judge Whipple." He did

e's

ated, and shook free the rest of the sentence with a wrench. "Colonel Carvel

block. Finally, Stephen managed to say:- "You'll

the middle of a cross-street, so th

in Colonel Carvel'

d w

o his office through Locust Street, which was out of his way, in the hope that he might catch a glimpse of Virginia. He had guessed much of the privations she had gone through.

t of curiosity, that they might see for themselves any who had the temerity to bid on a neighbor's household goods. The long hall, which ran from street to street, was packed, the people surging backward and forward, and falling roughly against the mahogany pieces; and apologizing, and scolding, and swearing all in

ne to war. Yes, that was the Brussels rug that had lain before the fire, and which the little feet had worn in the corner. Those were the chairs the little hands had harnessed, four in a row, and fallen on its side was the armchair-the stage coach itself. There were the books,

o much to the family went for a song to a young man recently come from Yankeeland, whose open boast it was-like Eliphalet's secret one-that he would one day grow rich enough to snap his fingers in the

He knew by heart the list of things which had been taken from their house. He understood

was shouted out, the crowd responded with a stir and pressed closer t

l, and the celebrated Judge Colfax of Kaintucky." He lingered fondly over the names, that the impression might have time to si

ted in the heated air of the big hall. Had he hit the little C o

we have to begin some

ard's mustache. He was leaning against the body of Mrs. Russell's barouche (seized for sale), and those about him shrank away as from smallpox. His hundred-dollar offer was followed by a hiss. What followed next Stephen will always remember. When Judge Whipple drew himself up to his full six feet, that was a warni

with the piano of his old friend. Those who knew the Judge (and there were few who did not) pictured to themselves the dingy little apartment wher

nt enemy," some great personage has said, "rather than a lukewarm friend." Three score and five years the Judge had lived, and now some were beginning to suspect that he ha

Carvel's assessment. Many recall to this day how fiercely he frowned when the applause broke forth of itself; and when he turned to go they made a path for him, in admiration, th

d for many years. The men who brought them offered to put down the carpet, but by Virginia's orders the rolls were stood up in the corner, and the floor left bare

inner office and bedroom of papers and books and rubbish, and there the bulky instrument was finally set up. It occupied one-third of the space. The Judge watched the proceedi

mories and his knowledge of tactics. Twice his company had been called out at night, and once they made a campaign as far as the Merimec and captured a party of recruits who were destined for Jefferson Davis. Some weeks passed before Mr. Brinsmade heard of his p

receiving camp for the crude but eager regiments of the Northern states. To Mr. Brinsmade's, when the day's duty was done, the young Union officers used to ride, and often there would be half a dozen of them to tea. That house, and other great houses on the Bellefontaine Road with which this history has no occasion to deal, were

roken by lumps of yellow ice. Gray clouds hung low in the sky as they picked their way over the frozen furrows of the ploughed fields. The grass was all a yellow-brown, but the north wind which swayed the bare trees brought a

hen. "I understood that Mrs. Col

miling, "and then she ran off to Kentucky. I think she was a

hat she was not," said Stephen, who had a keen remembra

down on the edge of the porch. The only motion in the view was the smoke fro

, "how she loved to romp! What good

is unhappy?" Stephen

house I found her sitting at the piano. I am sure there were tears in her eyes, but she would not let me see them. Sh

ok his

ame in with a great black cloth, which he s

, turning to him timidly, gav

she said. "I think tha

r impression, but not their substance, to haunt him. On those rare days following the dreams her spirit had its mastery over his. He pictured her then with a glow on her face whi

miliar episode. Almost-so it seemed-at one motion, the owner of the voice had come out of the door and had seized Stephen's hand in a warm grasp,-a tall and spare figure in the dress of a senior officer. The military frock, which fitted the man's character rather than the man, was carelessly open, laying bare a gold-buttoned white waistcoat and

said the gentleman, in quick

wer. He glanced at the star on the shoulder

d the General, patti

Stephen," Mr. Brinsmade put in

tand." Then his keen face suddenly lighted with amusement,-and mischief,

was crazy," said the Gen

was stru

aid, 'Now, Mr. Secretary, here is the whole Union line from the Potomac to Kansas. Here's McClellan in the East with one hundred miles of front. Here's Fremont in the West with one hundred miles. Here we are in Kentucky, in the centre, with three hundred miles to defend. McClellan has a hundred thousand men, Fremont has sixty thousand. You give us fellows with over three hundred miles only eighteen thousand.' 'How many do you want?' says Cameron, still on the bed. 'Two hundred thousand before we get through,' said I. Cameron pitched up his hands in the air. 'Great G

his embarrassment He looked at the man in front of him,-alert, masterful intelligent, frank to a

They have to print some

u don't think Fremont'll see you, do you?' says he. 'Why not?' 'Well,' says Tom, 'go 'round to his palace at six to-morrow morning and bribe that Hungarian prince who runs his body-guard to get you a good place in the line of senators and governors and first citizens, and before nightfall you may get a sight of him, since you come from Anderson. Not one man in a hundred,' says Appleton, I

and discouraged when those first contracts were awarded. Fremont was a good man, and it wasn't

ese court-martials you're having here now have stirred up the whole country. I guess we'll hear now how those

been present one day of the sittings of the court-martial when one of the witnesses on the prices of mules

un and snatch one of those pretty girls from my

on the General laid his hand impulsively on the you

Brinsmade and you gentlemen who help him, where would our Western armies be? Don't you go to the front yet a while, young

Brinsmade, generously, "and the best drillmaster we'

strategist he'll make. Brinsmade, have you got such a thing as a map?" Mr. Brinsmade had, and led the way back into the library. The General shut the door, lighted a cigar

his pocket and pointed to the state of Kentucky. Then he drew a lin

re's the Rebel line. Show me

while, and then po

nsmade. "Very question Halleck asked me the other day, and that's how I answered it. Now, gentlemen, there's a man named Grant down in that part of th

eet by the Arsenal that May morning not

on the Gravois Road. But surely this can't be the same m

nt the worst lot of ruffians you ever laid eyes on. He fixed 'em. He made 'em walk the plank. He made 'em march halfway across the state instead of taking the cars the Governor offered. Belmont! I guess he is the man that c

d him. And then, sir," cried the General, excitedly, "what do you think he did? Hanged if he didn't force his horse right on to his haunches, slide down the whole length of the bank and ride him across a teetering plank on to the steamer. And the Rebs just st

wn on a few days' furlough. He had been with Lyon at Wilson's Creek, and he had a sad story to tell of how he found poor Richter, l

hey went out to sup together in the German style; and gradually, over his beer, Tiefel forgot his sorrow. Stephen lis

will tell you a funny story. Did you ever hear of

zy than I am," sai

midnight,-and marches up and down between the counters, and waves his arms. So, says he, 'land so,' says he, 'Sterling Price will be here, and Steele here, and this column will take that road, and so-and-so's a damned fool. Is not that crazy? So he walks up an

a malicious rumor will spread. What Sherman said about Pope's and Steele's forces is true as Gospel, and if you ever took the trouble to lo

little Tiefel. But h

bummed with Grant's praises. Moving with great swiftness and secrecy up the Tennessee, in company with the gunboats of Commodore Foote, he had

. All day long the boat was loading with sanitary stores and boxes of dainties for the wounded. It was muggy a

ade from the Judge It was while he was picking his way along the crowded decks that

Stephen,

d Stephen, shifting his

u going

made at Camp Jackson. They tell me that you are useful here. I say, don't go in unless you have to. I don't mean force, you understand. But when you feel that you can go

the General liked the

en's