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The Earth Trembled

The Earth Trembled

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Chapter 1 MARY WALLINGFORD

Word Count: 2230    |    Released on: 29/11/2017

ner, Orville Burgoyne, was a widower. He had been much saddened in temperament since the death of the wife, and had withdrawn as far as possible from public affairs. His library and th

entered; all gloom banished from his

She conquered and ruled every one not through wilfulness or imperio

of an old system of philosophy which he fancied possessed more truth than many a more plausible and modern one. Mary, with some fancy work in her hands, often watched his deep abstraction in wondering awe, and occas

ce any share in the alienation and misunderstandings which had been growing between the two great sections of his country, and he certainly had not the slightest sympathy with those who had fomented the ill-will for personal ends. Finally, however, he had found himself face to face with the momentous certainty of a separation of his State from the Union. F

wn rank confirmed this impression, and, as it was known that he wavered, the best and strongest men of his acquaintance argued the question with him. His daughter was early carried away by the enthusiasm of her young companions, nevertheless she watched the conflict in her father's min

of bitter feeling deepened and broadened between them and the North, of which, practically, they knew very little. Even such knowledge as they possessed had come through distorted mediums, and now everything was colored by the blackest prejudic

residing in the interior of the State. This young soldier's enthusiasm and devotion were much bruited in the city, because, waiving wealth and rank, he had served as a private. His fearlessness at Fort Moultrie enhanced his reputation

we may, the odds were too great. The only thing we can plume ourselves upon is that we would have fought just the same had the seventy been seven thousand. I think the fellows did splendidly, if they were Yankees

but he saw only the eloquent eyes of Mary Bur

at the North, and they joined the groups that w

, "Mr. Wallingford, do you think-will the conditions become more even, as you suggested? Can it be that the North w

for saying that it wi

h such men as my father an

ly asked, trying to loo

ke you. You do not answer my question. Are we to have anything like a general war?

ightly. "We know our rights, and shall firmly assert them

hem may mean

eckon. We're prepared however, and wi

ld happen to my f

w her hand from his arm, and he again felt it tremble more than before. "Mary," he continued earnestly, "I have asked your father if I might speak to you, and he did not deny me the privilege. Oh, Mary, you mu

can hide my secret from you no longer-that's what I fear. Those I lov

plant cotton?" he a

ong and brave? No, no, in very truth. Self must mean only self-sacrifice until our sacred cause is won. Yet think twice, Sidney, before you bind yourself to me. I fear I am not so brave as other women appear to be in these times.

o the world, but my heart is as tender toward you as yours toward me. What else in God's universe could I dread more than harm to you? But there is little cause to fear. The whole South will

ugh the shadowy walks until each had regained th

d return home and raise his own company. This action was also applauded by his friends and the authorities. Ma

, devoted to him. The company was incorporated into one of the many regiments forming, and Mr. Burgoyne ass

ludicrous had they not been fraught with such long-continued woes. Southern papers published such stuff as this: "The Northern soldiers are men who prefer enlisting to starvation; scurvy fellows from the back slums of cities, with whom Falstaff would not have marched through Coventry. Let them come South, and we will put our negroes at the dirty work of killing them. But they will not come South. Not a wretch of them will live on this side of the border longer than it wil

nd the presentiment grew upon him that he would not see the end of the conflict. When, therefore, impetuous young Wallingford urged that he might call Mary his wife before he marched to distant battlefields, the father yielded, feeling that it might be well for her to have another protector besides himself. The union was solemnized in old St. Michael's Church, where Mary's mother and grandmother had been married before her; a

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