"I wonder, with your strong desire to punish the South, that you are not
in the field," Irving said, a little dryly, for though not a sympathizer
with the rebellion, he was a Baltimorean, and not yet quite as much
aroused as Hugh, who replied at once: "And so I should have been, but for circumstances I could not control. I
shall soon start in quest of my sister, and when she is found I shall
volunteer at once, fighting like a blood-hound, until some ball strikes
me down."
This he said savagely, and partly for Alice's benefit; never, however,
glancing at her, and so he failed to see the sudden pallor on her cheek,
as she heard, in fancy, the whizzing of the ball which was to lay that
stalwart form in the dust.
"No, sir," Hugh continued fiercely, "it's not for lack of will that I am
not with them to-day; and, I assure you, nothing could take me to Europe
at such a time as this, unless I went to be rid of the trouble," and
springing from his chair, Hugh strode up and down the piazza, chafing
like a caged lion, while Irving Stanley's face flushed faintly at the
insinuation he could not help understand, and Alice looked surprised
that Hugh should so far have forgotten his position as host.
The same thought came to Hugh at last, and turning suddenly in his walk,
he confronted Irving Stanley, and offering him his hand, said: "Forgive me, sir, for my rudeness. When I get upon the war, I grow too
much excited. I knew you were from Baltimore, and I was fearful you
might uphold that infernal mob which murdered the brave Massachusetts
boys. I could lay that city in ashes."
Irving took the offered hand, and answered, good humoredly: "That would punish the innocent as well as the guilty, so I am not with
you there, though, like you, I recoil in horror from the perpetration of
that fiendish attack upon peaceable troops. I was there myself, and did
what I could to quiet the tumult, receiving more than one brickbat for
my interference. One word more, Cousin Hugh, I am not going to Europe to
be rid of the trouble, or for pleasure either, but as my sister's
escort. I do not yet see that my country needs me; when I do I shall
come home and join the Union army. We may meet yet on some battlefield,
and if we do you will see I am no coward or traitor either."
Alice's face was white now as marble, and her breath came hurriedly. The
war, before so far off, seemed very near--a terrible reality, when those
two young men talked of standing side by side on some field of carnage.
Hugh noticed her now, and attributing her emotions wholly to her fears
for Irving Stanley, wrung the hand of the latter and then walked away,
half wishing that the leafy woods beyond the distant fields were so many
human beings and he was one of them, marching on to duty.