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Mrs. Brande shook her head. " I
don't believe it would answer at all, Kathie. Calvert's very nice in his
notions, and I don't think he'd like it at all. No, no, child; just you be
patient, and I'll tell him, and I'll make it all right, if it can be made right.
But I doubt it myself."
" So you won't take me with you
?" said Kathie, with a queer smile, still patting the widow's cheek with her
soft fingers, and looking at her out of thoughtful, dark eyes.
" I'd like to, my dear; indeed I
would. I'm getting to like you wonderfully well myself. But it wouldn't do at
all to take you out there with me; I wouldn't dare to do it."
" Can you tell me where to write
to him, then ?"
"No, I can't, dear; and I doubt
if he writes me at all. He won't feel much like writing now, poor fellow !"
"Then I'll do the other thing,"
said Kathie, with a half-defiant look.
" What other thing, dear ?" asked
Mrs. Brande. She was suspicious in her innocence that Kathie might mean to drown
herself, or get lost in the woods, or marry Mr. Hawley, or something of that
desperate sort. So her eyes opened very wide as she asked, " What other thing,
" A very dreadful thing indeed,
and you'll say so when you know," said Katharine, solemnly. Good-morning, Mrs.
" What ! You ain't going ? Well,
don't do what you're thinking of, dear. I wouldn't. Just be patient a little
while, and who knows what may hap-pen ? I wish you would tell me what you said
to Mr. Hawley, child?"
"I'll tell you when I tell
Calvert, dear Mrs. Brande." And with a low laugh and her eyes full of tears,
Kathie ran away.
MRS. BRANDE got ready in due time
to follow her son. She heard, meanwhile, with some consternation and some
relief, that Katharine Vaux had gone to visit some cousins in another part of
" She might have come to bid me
good-by, after all," she said, considerably piqued.
When she met her son afterward,
at a point agreed upon previously, to journey with him to-ward Ashley, she
began, at the first opportunity, to say something to him about Kathie.
" Not a word, mother ; I won't
hear a word," he said, sternly. "Her treatment of me was enough, and it don't
matter how sorry she is now. A woman who could let me go so easily as she did
couldn't care much about me, and that is the end of it. Don't mention her name
Perhaps but for her pique at
Kathie's not coming to say good-by Mrs. Brande would have persisted some longer.
It is impossible to say or to know whether Calvert Brande would have relented if
Meanwhile Katharine had got a
very daring project in her small head, a project which she kept all to herself,
even coaxing a suspiciously-large sum of money out of her papa, without telling
him her secret.
She was not very accustomed to
traveling alone, and Mr.Vaux was of the opinion that she was taking an immense
amount of baggage for the shortness of the trip she pretended she was going.
" Maybe it won't be so short,"
she replied to him. "I may take a fancy to go to the moon or to California
before I get back."
" Oh ! I thought you were going
to your Aunt Maylie's," said indulgent Mr. Vaux.
" Well, I may go there," said
Kathie, nonchalantly. And never suspecting that she could go any where else, Mr.
Vaux saw her off, laughing, as at a good joke.
With very vague geographical
ideas of the country she was going to, and the route to be taken to get there,
Kathie yet made a pretty direct way to Ashley. She never stopped to think
whether she was doing an imprudent thing or not. She was a spoiled child, used
to having her own way and carrying out the strangest whims. She wouldn't al-low
herself even to imagine what Calvert would say. She got to Ashley about the last
of June, and found it a new, rather pretty, and quite small country village.
She knew that Calvert's farm was
on the out-skirts of the town, and, with some ado, found the snug little house
on which her lover had expended so much labor for her.
A charming little nest it was
too, with green grass all about it; and a grove behind it, two immense shade
trees in front, and a perfect wilderness of flowers.
The windows of the house were
curtainless, and peeping in, Katharine saw fresh marks of her lover's hand.
The doors were all fast, but she
found a window that she could open, and, blushing guiltily, she raised it, and
after much poising of herself on the window-sill, and much hesitating whether to
get out or in, she got in, laughing and crying in the same breath as she stood
up in the room that Calvert's loving hand had fitted up for her. It seemed
almost sacrilege to stand there thus alone, and having stolen, in to the Eden
from which she had voluntarily expelled herself.
The rooms were all simply but
very prettily furnished—carpets down in all of them excepting the snug little
kitchen, the floor of which was painted, and in a corner of which stood a new
cooking-stove with the wood placed in it ready to light.
Kathie sat down and cried again
when she saw that. " He thought he should bring his wife back with him, and he
got every thing as ready as he could."
She had a long cry in a good many
of the rooms, where so many things reminded her that Calvert had studied her
She found that the back door
fastened with a bolt on the inside, and she opened it to pass in and out.
She had , found plenty of places
or a woman's hand to put in order. Calvert had done his best; and a very good
"best" it was. But he had been
shy of asking any woman into the
little household shrine he was fitting up (he wanted Katharine to see it first),
and he himself was but a man, and, though a very wonderful man, of course
couldn't be expected to know about such matters as a woman would. Kathie went
round with her deft little hand and put the finishing touch upon every thing.
She hung snowy draperies at the
windows, and put some dishes in the pantry that Calvert had never thought of.
There wasn't a mirror in the house till she put them there, nor a picture on the
She hired a man to help her trim
up the yard from the few weeks' luxuriance of grass and over-growth, and she
tied up the " said" vines that had begun to clamber over the walls of the house.
That was the beginning of a
difficulty that no genius less matchless than Kathie Vaux's could have
She had been careful hitherto of
being seen in her operations ; and the house being somewhat re-tired, she had
escaped observation till she went into the yard to work. The afternoon of the
first day that she did that one of the townsmen came riding by, and seeing what
was going on stopped in some surprise.
" Halloa !" he cried, riding up
to the fence, " Calvert Brande hain't come back, has he ?"
The man, whose assistance Kathie
had obtained, said he " didn't know nothin' about it ;" and gave a nod toward
Kathie, who pretended not to hear.
" Well, you'll find out if you
please," said the townsman, sharply. " Mr. Brande left the key of his house with
me, and gave strict orders that I wasn't to let no one enter the house or yard
during his absence. If he's come, it's mighty odd he hain't bin after the key;
and if he hain't come, I should like to know."
Katharine heard every thing, and
after an instant's frightened hesitation came forward.
The man started at the exquisite
little face that lifted itself toward him—Kathie wasn't unconscious of that; and
she bewildered the mane still more by looking straight at him with a pair of the
brightest, darkest eyes it had ever been his lot to encounter, while she asked
him, with a sufficiently demure air, what he wanted.
With some stammering the man
repeated what he had previously said. He stammered, but he evidently meant what
he said. Katharine had got to account for her presence there or quit the
She was ready to cry with
vexation. She might have told the man that she was Calvert's sister. Doubtful if
he would have believed her though, even if she had not scorned to tell the lie.
Desperate emergencies call for
desperate expedients. Kathie Vaux was just the rash, impulsive girl for such an
Dropping her long lashes, she
watched the man from under them, while she said, gravely,
"If I had known you had the key I
should certainly have been after it before now."
"Ah?" the man said, with a
tolerably mystified look.
" Yes," Katharine said, with the
same grave demureness, "it has been a great inconvenience to me not having the
key—it has really ;" and her bright eyes bewildered the man again. He gave a
short, embarrassed laugh, saying,
" I don't want to be impertinent,
Miss, but I should like to know who you he, any how?" "My name is Vaux--Miss
"Then you ain't Brande's sister."
" Oh dear, no ! I'm just going to
be his house-keeper, you know."
Katharine couldn't help blushing
as she said that, and she with great difficulty kept from laughing at the man's
astounded "Ah !"
"Why didn't Mr. Brande tell you
where to find the key ?" he asked, presently.
" It was singular, wasn't it ?
But he never said a word about it, nor I. We didn't either of us think of it, I
dare say. I hope you have it with you, Sir."
The man looked bewildered still,
but he said he'd send the key over, and rode away, wondering what Brande wanted
of such a housekeeper as that. How-ever, he sent the key as he had promised; and
after another day's interval came himself to see how things were going. He had
his misgivings about letting a stranger, though ever so pretty a one, into
Brande's house without better warrant than any Kathie had ever given him, when
he came to think it over.
Katharine had vanished, however,
probably anticipating something of the sort, and the house was locked. The man
went away in a tolerably anxious frame of mind, and was not at all relieved when
he got home and found a letter from Brande, saying he should be there on the
following day, and not mentioning the housekeeper.
Back he posted, and this time
found Kathie, who had not expected him to return so soon. She had been expecting
such news as this, however, and was prepared for it. The complete sang froid
with which she received it relieved the man's mind some, and he went away and
left her to her fate.
IT was about two hours before
sunset that Calvert Brande and his mother drove slowly up to the house.
He had called for the key as he
came through town, and received the somewhat mystifying intelligence, from the
wife of the man with whom he had left it, that it was down at the house.
However, he was devoured by too
many conflicting emotions to be critical, so he drove on.
An altogether different coming
home was this from the one he had pictured when he went away, and he felt the
difference to his heart's core.
Here, he had thought as he
unhasped the gate, Kathie would have turned toward him, with loving tears in her
bright eyes, to say, " Oh, Calvert "" as she always did when she was glad at
something he had done for her.
Had he by any possibility been
unjust to Kathie? He had half a mind to write to her, and see what she would
say. But no ; he had trusted her to an
unlimited degree, and she had
carried matters so far with another man, that he had dared to ask her to be his
wife (he knew that from his mother). She must have encouraged George Hawley very
much, or he would never have gone so far as that ; and then, hadn't she let him
come away, scorned to offer him any explanation of her conduct ? Oh, she hadn't
any ! She was married to Hawley, perhaps, by this time. Hawley was rich, and he
wasn't a farmer. Kathie didn't like farmers.
He paused upon the step, with his
hand upon the door-knob. It seemed to him that he could not bear to enter thus
into the scene of so many happy dreams, now forever blasted ; for, as his mother
had said, he was very unforgiving ; and having Iost faith in a love that he had
thought would stand all tests, he was not likely to make the first advances
toward reconciliation, or to forgive easily if such were made to him.
He stood a moment, and finally,
opening the door, turned away without looking within, and suffered his mother to
"Why, Calvert," said Mrs. Brande,
" I thought you said there wasn't no curtains to the windows—you didn't put them
up, I'll be bound. Calvert, I say!"
Mastering his emotion with a
strong effort, Calvert entered in reply to his mother's call.
" You don't mean to tell me you
did them your-self?" she questioned, pointing to the curtains that swept snowily
Calvert looked, and his eye
" I gave orders that no one was
to be suffered to enter here during my absence," he said, angrily. " And this is
not at all as I left it."
He passed on to the next room,
noting every where the indescribable change that had come upon every thing, and
noting it with an eye that flashed with surprise and anger.
The sound of a retreating
footstep, light though it was, fell upon his quick ear, and he passed instantly
into the next room, his cheek flushing to think that strange hands had been upon
any thing in these rooms that had been so sacred to him.
No one was in the room he
entered—a glance showed him that—but there was a small closet opening from it.
He crossed instantly to it, wrenched opened the door, which at first slightly
resisted his efforts ; wrenched it open—and started back as though a
thunder-bolt had fallen at his feet !
A but too familiar form was that
drooping there —drooping so low that the soft, bright curls trailed the floor.
Poor Kathie had kept her courage
very well until almost the last moment. Many a time, as some-thing like a
realization of what she had done came over her, she was ready to fly, to leave
the house and Ashley ; but having gone so far she reassured herself always,
laughed at her own weakness, and staid. When she saw them drive up to the gate,
however, every particle of courage suddenly left her.
She had never planned how she
should meet him ; she had vaguely meant to tell him all, how wrong she had been,
and ask him to forgive her. Of course he wouldn't be able to resist such an
appeal as that; and she had imagined how romantic it would all be.
But now scales seemed suddenly to
drop from her eyes, and she saw herseif; when it was too late, convicted before
the man whose loving esteem she prized above all others—convicted before him of
a course so forward and unmaidenly that it would be impossible for him to do any
thing but despise her all the days of his life hereafter.
Mrs. Brande, who had followed
close beside Calvert, understood every thing at a glance, and with a look of
deprecation at her son—shocked as she was herself passed between him and poor
"Go out, Calvert, please, and
leave her to me," she said.
Calvert Brande hesitated a
moment, and then, with a strange light in his eyes, and a grave sweetness
settling about his mouth, he said, gently, "Go you, mother," and he led her to
" Don't be hard on her, poor
thing ; don't be hard on her, Calvert !" Mrs. Brande said.
But he only smiled strangely at
her, and shut the door.
Going hack to Kathie, though she
shrunk and would not lift her head, he took her quite up in his strong arms and
went and sat down.
his face was pale as death, and
he let her hide hers yet a little while he questioned,
"What does all this mean, Kathie
" Does it mean that you love me
She tried to writhe away from
him, and would have knelt upon the floor again, crying :
"It means shame, humiliation,
self-reproach, all unhappy things for poor Kathie ! I wasn't satisfied with what
I'd done already to make you hate me, and I had to come here. I was mad to come,
I know it now. Let me go, Calvert, let me go !"
But he held her and would not let
her go. Forcing her face to uncover itself to him, he read an instant through
all its humiliation and scarlet shame the old sweetness, the old Kathie Vaux.
And then he kissed the little face several times gently, and let her hide it in
a strange and rapturous wonder upon his shoulder.
It was long before he could make
her entirely comprehend that he loved her just as much as ever, and a great deal
"After this, too?" she
"After this too," he said,
smiling; " it was a wild, strange thing to do, but it was just like Kathie Vaux
to do it ; and while I disapprove—because she did it out of love for me, because
I should not have her here in my arms now if she had not done just as she has—I
They had no other explanation
than that. Calvert Brande had not meant to forgive, but he was fairly taken by
surprise, and in a weak moment when his heart was tender with memories of her.
One day, when they had been
married some weeks, Mrs. Brande suddenly brightening up, said,
" I declare I had forgotten !
Kathie, you never told me what answer you made George Hawley;
and seeing you made such a secret
of it, I should like to know what it was."
Kathie colored, and glanced at
He only smiled. He could afford
to smile now' at mention of George Hawley or George Hawley's money.
Kathie hesitated so long,
however, that it made him curious.
" Well, what was it?" he asked.
Kathie stole a hand within his
and said, bash-fully,
"He said something, while we were
out riding, about Calvert being nothing but a farmer. It made me angry at the
time, and when he asked me why I would not marry him, I said I was going to
marry Calvert Brande, if he were nothing but a farmer."
Mrs.. Brande said " Oh !" with
some significance, and Calvert put to his lips the little hand that nestled in
his, and whispered, " My darling!"
HE stooped and kissed her again
and again—Oh, it was hard for the two to part' Her tears fell fast as the summer
And her bosom heaved with its
weight of pain
As he held her to his heart.
She watched him pass down the
village street, Where the elm-trees cast cool lines of shade, Moving along in
the ranks while beat
The echoing drum, and the tramp
of feet Kept time with the tune it played.
Oh, lovers, now is your time to
kiss! Kiss and embrace while yet you may, For there comes an end to all human
bliss; Ah, never was cruel war like this
Which darkens our land to day'.
See flash from afar those tongues
of fire; Hark to the din of the savage fight;
Pray matron, and maid, and
gray-haired sire That through the battle's terrible ire
Great God will defend the Right !
The sunset's gold in the burning
Is deepening now to twilight's
And fades the light on the
mountain's crest, While down in the vale, where the shadows rest, Sleep the
And one is there whose
Seems with wonder fixed on the
evening star; No more shall his lips breathe a fond "good-by," Nor burn with a
lover's vow or sigh
And this is Love and War !
MASSACRE AT FORT
We give on page 284 a sketch of
the horrible MASSACRE AT FORT PILLOW. The annals of savage warfare nowhere
record a more inhuman, fiendish butchery than this, perpetrated by the
representatives of the " superior civilization" of the States in rebellion. It
can not be wondered at that our officers and soldiers in the West are determined
to avenge, at all opportunities, the cold-blooded murder of their comrades ; and
yet we can but contemplate with pain the savage practices which rebel inhumanity
thus forces upon the service. The account of the massacre as telegraphed from
Cairo is as follows :
On the 12th inst. the rebel
General Forrest appeared before Fort Pillow, near Columbus, Kentucky, attacking
it with considerable vehemence. This was followed up by frequent demands for its
surrender, which were refused by Major Booth, who commanded the fort. The fight
was then continued up until 3 P.M., when Major Booth was killed, and the rebels,
in large numbers, swarmed over the intrenchments. Up to that time comparatively
few of our men had been killed; but immediately upon occupying the place the
rebels commenced an indiscriminate butchery of the whites and blacks, including
the wounded. Both white and black were bayoneted, shot, or sabred; even dead
bodies were horribly mutilated, and children of seven and eight years, and
several negro women killed in cold blood. Soldiers unable to speak from wounds
were shot dead, and their bodies rolled down the banks into the river. The dead
and wounded negroes were piled in heaps and burned, and several citizens, who
had joined our forces for protection, were killed or wounded. Out of the
garrison of six hundred only two hundred remained alive. Three hundred of those
massacred were negroes; five were buried alive. Six guns were captured by the
rebels, and carried off, including two 10-pound Parrotts, and two 12-pound
howitzers. A large amount of stores was destroyed or carried away.
WAR TN GEORGIA.
WE give on
page 285 a view of a
SIGNAL-STATION of the Army of the Cumberland, whose advance is at Ringgold,
Georgia. This town was formerly a place of considerable importance, but is now a
scene of utter desolation. The mills, factories, and store-houses are a mass of
ruins, having been destroyed during the retreat of the rebel army. Of his
sketch, Mr. THEODORE R. DAVIS says: " From the Signal-station of Captain HOWGATE
on the Ridge which was so gallantly carried by the troops of General HOOKER just
after the Lookout and Mission Ridge fight, the smoke of the various camps of the
rebel army near Dalton can be clearly seen. The smoky range of mountains, an
occasional picket, and Buzzard's Roost—the Gap at which the late reconnoissance
ended—are also visible, as presented on the right of the sketch. As showing the
rugged nature of the country in which our Western army has operated with such
distinguished success, and something of the nature of the signal-service, our
illustration has a marked interest.
Ringgold, of which we also give a
view, is probably nearer the centre of the Confederacy than any other point now
occupied by our troops.