A Little Traitor to the South / A War Time Comedy with a Tragic Interlude

r sex. If there was a being on earth to whom she would not submit, it was to a masterful man;

was six feet high if he was an inch, while Fanny Glen by a Procrustean extension of herself could just manage to cover the five-foot mark; yet such

nny Glen. His full consciousness of that fact

tt Sempland. That is to say, she had not yet realized it; perhaps better, she had not yet admitted the existence of a reciprocal passion in h

alter-at least for a time! Love, in its freshness, would make her a willing slave; for how long, events only could dete

he like him better than Major Harry Lacy? Both questions were instantly decided in the negative-for the time being. She hated Rhett Sempland; per contra, at that moment, she loved Harry Lacy. For Harry Lacy was

Sempland's, but Lacy, following in the footsteps of his ancestors

y usually do-followed en train. One of the oldest names in the Carolinas had been dragged in the dust by this

tances, for it afforded another and more congenial outlet for the wild passion beating out from hi

ortune was kind to him. Opportunity smiled upon him. Was it running the blockade off Charleston, or passing through the enemy's lines with despatches in Virginia, or he

remembered that he was a hero. When some of his more flagrant transgressions came to li

st not then. Ordinarily he would not have cared much about living, for he realized that, when the war was over, he would speedily sink back to tha

captured in an obscure skirmish late in 1861. Through some hitch in the matter he had been held prisoner in the North un

his situation, but prison life and fretting had made him show what he had suffered

ones, that is-are the reflex of life. Such a combination of manly beauty with unshakable courage and reckless audacity was not often seen as Lacy

anny Glen unconsciously fell under the spell of his strong personality. The lasting impression which the gayety and passionate abandon o

ause she could not help it; which marks the relative quality of her affections. Which on

e, however, were sufficient. One was that she was good. The men in the hospital called her an angel. The other was that she was be

rance who called herself Miss Lucy Glen, and described herself as Miss Fanny Glen's aunt. They had taken a house in the

ecame prominent when Charleston began to feel acutely the hardships of th

hospital was established, and the young w

als came and went. Some of them married patients, some of them d

ty, as well as her tactful tenderness, she became the chief of the women attached to the hospit

is guns, and his men, had been for two years fighting off the tremendous assaults that were hurled upon the city from the Union ir

er, therefore, and could go anywher

y into her family relationships; but the war was a great leveller, people were taken at their real value when trouble demonstra

there was an eclipse in the general

interview with Rhett Sempland, but there was not the slightest evidence

indignation, supplied strength and spir

ad been permitted to leave the hospital had repaired to Fanny Glen's house and there had repeated, standing erect and looking down upon her bended h

for her to hear, too,

ot rejected him, neithe

e master of himself on account of his experience in war, and his lack of it in women, for he instantly conceived that her hesitation was

and their consequences. The two had been great friends once, but

ed had been opportunity-Fate had not been kind to him, but the war was not yet over. Consequently when he jumped to the conc

ad given him entitled him to decide her future, he actually referred