The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1893-02-07
I ~ OOWEDT or WAR.
that he W. uld new
er be a refugee, but
he had a response
bility OH his hands
that he had not
counted on. That

responsibility was
his daughter Julia, twenty-five Years old, and
as obstinate as cr father. The squire had
sent off his sons wife and her children to-
! eether with as many negroes as had refused
to 20 into the union lines. He had expected
his daughter to go at the same time, but
when the time arrived the fair Julia showed
that she had a mind of her own. She made
no scene. She did not go into Mysteries,
but when everything was ready she asked hcr
father if he was going. He said he would
follow along after q while. She He'd to
q negro and made him take her trunks and
bandboxeS from the wagon and carry them
into the house, While Squire FamprouSh
stood scratching his head.
WHY don't YOU make her Gomez his
dat2hter-in-law asked. somewhat sharply.
Wei, Susannah. the squire remarked,
81 amt been d justice Of the peace and Il
married man. off an on for forty year. with
out finding out when to fool with the wimen
SEX an when not to fool wi EN-
I'D make her come" said the daughter
in-law.
II give you lief, Susannah, freely an
fully Lay your baby somc'rs whcr' 1t won
cit run over, an take off your surplus har-
ness, an go an fetch her out of the house
IN put her in the buggy
But the ghtcr-in-law treated the cour-
teous invitation with proper scorn, and the
small caravan moved Off leaving the fair
Julia and her father IL possession OF the
premises. According to human understand.
ing the refugees got off just in the nick OF
time. a day or two afterwards the union
army. fgulatively speaking, marched UP,
looked over Squire Eambrough's front pal
ingS and then fell back to reflect over the
situation Shortly afterwards the confed-
crate army marched up, looked over, the
SquircS back pallugS and also tell BACK TO
reflect. Evidently the situation was one
to justify reelection, for presently both armies
fell back still further. These movements
were so courteous and discreet-were such
colossal display Of etlquett-t1at war
| seemed to be out OF the question. OF course
| there were the conservative plckets, the
| thoughtful vidcttcs and the careful sharp
shooters ready to occasion little pioodshed
accidentally or Intentionally. But by tar
/ the most b0stcrouSly fcrOc:ous appendages
Of the two armies We're the two brass bands.
/ They were continually challenging each other
beginning carly in the morning and ending
/ late il the afternoon, one firing OF Dixie
! and the other yankee Doodle" It was
..Tankre-doodle hoddy do" and Doodle
doodle Dixie too" like too cAanticlcers chal-
! longing each other afar off.
! This was the situation rs it appeared to
( Squire Fambrough and his daughter. On
| this particular morning. the sun was shin
! ing brightly and the birds were tuttering
! ioyously in the budding trees. Miss Julia
had brought her book out into the grove
/ Of venerable oaks which was the chief
! beauty of the place and had seated herself
"A q rustic bench that WAS built around
Interested she heard a rifle shot. She
moved uncasiy. bat fell 10 reading again,
and was apparently absorbed i'll the book.
when she heard another shot. Then she
threw the book down and rose to her feet,
making a very pretty center piece in the
woodland setting.
."Oh, what is the matter with everything?''
| she exclaimed There's the shooting again
! How can l read books and sit quietly here
while the soldiers are preparing to fight !
Oh me. I don't know what to do If there
should be battle here | don't know what
! would become of me-"
Julia, i'll her despair, was fair to look up
on Her GOWN Of striped homespun stuff,
simply made, set of to admiration her strong
but supple figure. Excitement added now
ulster to the dark eyes, always !ustrous.
ard gave Il hcghtcning color to the roses
that bloomod on her cheeks. She stood
a moment as if listening and then a faint
smile showed on her lips. She heard her
father calling
'Tule, Tule, Oh, julie"
Here l am father she cried, what is
it,"
| well, the Lord hep my soul! I've been