News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1896-07-23
A TENNESSEE Love STORY.

n uN1S uNJGD LIZ II M OIl :
They called her the Daughter of
the Confederacy in that Southern
city. She has daughter of her own
now, who should, of course, be called
the Granddaughter of the COnfeder-
acy, but probably isn't. That, how
ever, is anticipating,
The daughter of a cause so long
dead could not have been so young
and beautiful. She must have been
the child of a Memory. that grows
more beautiful with each year, and
knows new youth with each sue
ceeding generation.
She was very beautiful the day that
Howard Pearce saw her. He sat on
the window ledge of his second-stOry
office-he was a young lawyer from
the North-and looked down onCom-
pany K, Tennessee National Guards
lined up at "parade rest" He knew
their Captain, Saunders, who also
was a lawyer and whose office ad.
Joined Pearce's. 1t was annual en-.
campment time. and K Company
was about to go to the grounds at
the foot of the Ridge.
"Order-Harms!" commanded Cap.
tain Saunders.
"Carry-Harmsr'
observation-disclosures! Right for'ad
tours right-Mch!"
Company K moved up the street
AS the last four swung into the col
umn, there came a clatter of hoofs
on the pavement, and a girl rode
past the company and took herplace
at it's head, saluting the Captain
gravely, and with ceremony.
"What beautiful girlW Pearce
exclaimed.
She wore a gray riding habit, with
double row of small brass buttons
leading up to two black stars on the
collar. On her sunny locks a small
grayslouch hat rested, tilted just the
least bit over one eye. She rode we'll.
Pearce leaned so far from the win
dow to catch parting glimpse OF
the girl in gray that he almost fell.
The crowd had dispersed, and the
young lawyer returned to his desk.
1t wasa warm day toward the end OF
July, and he was not sorry that he
had no business on hand that must
be rushed. He reflected that as al
most every one had gone to the
camp ground, there was no reason
for remaining in the Office, which the
little breeze that stirred out doors
carefully avoided
Evidently the girl in gray hadgone
to the camp ground. And with
Saunders. But Saunders was mar
red; happily married, Pearce hoped
Anyhow, he was glad that Saunders
was married.
That evening he sat before Captain
Saunders's tent, with the Captain, his
wife and Miss Moore-the girl in
gray. To the east of the camp
ground the ridge rose in a gentle
slope. To the southwest, seemingly
towering just over them, was the
mountain.
Pearce's heart beat faster as the
thought came to him that thirty
years before white tents marked the
foot of the ridge as they did that
day. But then they stretched fol
miles north and south.
Captain" he said, turning tc
Saunders, cit is easier to get up the
ridge than it was once. There are nc
men in gray there tonight"
"No," the Captain replied, "but the
sons of some of those men are there
pointing to the company street, in
which blue. clad figures lounged
loyal? Without doubt. Listen p
The bands, which had united fol-
the evening concert, had just struck
up "The Star Spangled Banner
When the air was recognized a cheer
arose from the tented wood.
CLEAR that?" said the Captain.
"Wait," said the girl in gray.
"For what?" Pearce asked.
"They will play Dixie after
awhile"
"What them"
"Then they will YELL" she said
looking at him with a bright smile
and nodding a confident "You'll SEE
or hear"
And he did. When the Nationa
air was finished there was a brie
wait. Then the quick, stirring notes
of "Dixie" started the woods into
life with sharp echoes, which were
drowned by one long, loud yell.
Pearce looked at the girl to receive
an expected II told you So" But
she was not looking at him. Hel
cheeks were dark with color, and bel
eyes, frightened by excitement, were
fixed upon the young men, tossing
their caps high above the tents anC
shouting with all their sturdy lung
power.
81 wonder" he unused, eff she hates
the North as she loves the South?"
When the tumult had ceased ht
turned to Saunders.
"Well, Captain" he said, "what dc
you say to that?"
"Of course, they love Dixie, ," saiC
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