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rose to be colonel of the regiment in which I was a captain, and when the end of the war came in sight he was crazy to go down into Virginia to help his beloved South onto her feet again. Our regiment went, and cur headquarters were a stone's throw from Dave's old home.
'"Young men." said this warrior of almost two generations before, with tremendous earnestness, "many a time you will hear some one defend a rascal because lie died
well. Bui I want you to consider this: I've lived a long time, and I've seen .ill kinds of nun live ami die ; and u isn'1 th< way a man das thai counts, it's the waj he lives ; it's the test thai i omes to a. man every day which proves his manhood, nol one dram. in. momenl at the end. Dave Whiting met that tesl ever) day as few have met it. He « as m. m through am l through.
•"('an yon think what it musl have been to him to stand tin scorn, and worse, the unhappiness of his Camilj and neighbors, through thos< and months? His
lather still sal on the shaded veranda, bu1 there was no longer anything tool to drink beside him. His blandness had none. lie was peevish and crushed. And the wife who sat near him no longer smiled. Sh mourned. For weeds were the only crop on the wide acres, the buildings were deserted, and the livestock had long ago been run off to feed starving soldiers. Walker Whiting was home from his four years' lighting with tin Confederates, but he made no move to h.dp work the pla< lie did not think such labor befitting an officer of the South. < )nly Edith, whose likeness to Dave had grown more striking, was really doing anything. She grew the vegetables that made the meals, and then prepared the meals.
"Over at headquarters Dave sat by the hour, planning how to rebuild his family fortunes, lie knew he could not hope for help from his brother. The war had made Walker gaunt, but it hadn't sobered him. Edith was his only counsellor. She would come with a lunch she had prepared, and they would go over things like two earnest partners, till they finally figured a way to get at least half of the plantation under cultivation. Then they set to work, like the thoroughbreds they were, to do it. He in overalls, she in calico, they plowed and sowed, till they could get negroes who were willing to work for what Dave could pay them.
"Sometimes Edith brought Ruth Tyler with her. Then the three would make a little picnic of it. Several times they invited me."
The old man was gazing steadily into the fire, so he did not see the sympathetic smile going around. He only leaned forward and spoke on with deeper feeling. "I tell vou, the South had her share of beautiful