. The southerner : a romance of the real Lincoln . under Pope ends the better—no man of second rateabihty can win against the great Generals of theSouth. The girls keen brown eyes looked steadily into hisand her lips trembled. I call it treachery—the betrayal of his countryfor his selfish ambitions! Im surprised that you sym-pathize with him. John frowned, was silent and then turned to herwith a smile: Lets not talk about it, dear. The days too beau-tiful. Were alone together. This is not your battle—nor mine—its Popes—let him fight it out. I loveyou—thats all I want to think about to-day. The
. The southerner : a romance of the real Lincoln . under Pope ends the better—no man of second rateabihty can win against the great Generals of theSouth. The girls keen brown eyes looked steadily into hisand her lips trembled. I call it treachery—the betrayal of his countryfor his selfish ambitions! Im surprised that you sym-pathize with him. John frowned, was silent and then turned to herwith a smile: Lets not talk about it, dear. The days too beau-tiful. Were alone together. This is not your battle—nor mine—its Popes—let him fight it out. I loveyou—thats all I want to think about to-day. The golden brown curls were slowly shaken: It is your battle and its mine—O John dear, Imheartsick over it! The Presidents anguish clouded themorning for me, but the thought of you made meforget. Now Im scared. Youve surprised andshocked me. Nonsense, dear! he pleaded. She looked at him with quick, eager yearning. You love me? she asked. Can you doubt it? With every beat of your heart? Yes. Will you do something for me? she begged. 252. Betty glanced at the stolid, set face and firm lips. TANGLED THREADS What is it? Just for me, because I ask it, John, and you loveme? If I can. I want you to resign immediately from McClellansstaff, report at the War Department and let thePresident give you new duties The man shot her a look of angry amazement: You cant mean this? Again the soft, warm hand that had slipped itsglove grasped his. He could feel her slim, little fingerstremble. She had turned very pale: Im in dead earnest. I love you, dear, with mywhole heart, and its my love that asks this. I cantthink of you betraying a solemn trust. The verythought of it cuts me to the quick. If this is McClellan should be court-martialed. The mans square jaws closed with a snap: Let them try it if they dare The President will dare if he believes it his duty. Then hell hear something from the hundred andfifty thousand soldiers who have served under Mc-Clellan. The httle ha
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