"Well, I must say," said Cicely Preston, emphasizing the usual feminine imperative for perfectly gratuitous statement, as she pushed back her chair from the commandant's breakfast table, "I MUST really say that I don't see anything particularly heroic in doing something wrong, lying about it just to get other folks into trouble, and then rushing off to do penance in a high wind and an open boat.But she's pretty, and wears a man's shirt and coat, and of course THAT settles anything.But why earrings and wet white stockings and slippers? And why that Gothic arch of front and a boy's hat? That's what I simply ask;" and the youngest daughter of Colonel Preston rose from the table, shook out the skirt of her pretty morning dress, and, placing her little thumbs in the belt of her smart waist, paused witheringly for a reply.
"You are most unfair, my child," returned Colonel Preston gravely."Her giving food and clothes to a deserter may have been only an ordinary instinct of humanity towards a fellow-creature who appeared to be suffering, to say nothing of M'Caffrey's plausible tongue.But her periling her life to save him from an unjust accusation, and her desire to shield her brother's pride from ridicule, is altogether praiseworthy and extraordinary.And the moral influence of her kindness was strong enough to make that scamp refuse to tell the plain truth that mightimplicate her in an indiscretion, though it saved him from state prison." "He knew you wouldn't believe him if he had said the clothes weregiven to him," retorted Miss Cicely, "so I don't see where the moral influence comes in.As to her periling her life, those Marsh people are amphibious anyway, or would be in those clothes.And as to her motive, why, papa, I heard you say in this very room, and afterwards to Mr.Calvert, when you gave him instructions, that you believed those Culpeppers were capable of enticing away deserters; and you forget the fuss you had with her savage brother's lawyer about that water front, and how you said it was such people who kept up the irritation between the Civil and Federal power."The colonel coughed hurriedly.It is the fate of all great organizers, military as well as civil, to occasionally suffer defeat in the family circle.
"The more reason," he said, soothingly, "why we should correct harsh judgments that spring from mere rumors.You should give yourself at least the chance of overcoming your prejudices, my child.Remember, too, that she is now the guest of the Fort.""And she chooses to stay with Mrs.Bromley! I'm sure it's quite enough for you and mamma to do duty--and Emily, who wants to know why Mr.Calvert raves so about her--without MY going over there to stare."Colonel Preston shook his head reproachfully, but eventually retired, leaving the field to the enemy.The enemy, a little pink in the cheeks, slightly tossed the delicate rings of its blonde crest, settled its skirts again at the piano, but after turning over the leaves of its music book, rose, and walked pettishly to the window.
But here a spectacle presented itself that for a moment dismissed all other thoughts from the girl's rebellious mind.
Not a dozen yards away, on the wind-swept parade, a handsome young fellow, apparently halted by the sentry, had impetuously turned upon him in an attitude of indignant and haughty surprise.To the quick fancy of the girl it seemed as if some disguised rustic god had been startled by the challenge of a mortal.Under an oilskin hat, like the petasus of Hermes, pushed back from his white forehead, crisp black curls were knottedaround a head whose beardless face was perfect as a cameo cutting.In the close- fitting blue woolen jersey under his open jacket the clear outlines and youthful grace of his upper figure were revealed as clearly as in a statue.Long fishing-boots reaching to his thighs scarcely concealed the symmetry of his lower limbs.Cricket and lawn- tennis, knickerbockers and flannels had not at that period familiarized the female eye to unfettered masculine outline, and Cicely Preston, accustomed to the artificial smartness and regularity of uniform, was perhaps the more impressed by the stranger's lawless grace.
The sentry had repeated his challenge; an angry flush was deepening on the intruder's cheek.At this critical moment Cicely threw open the French windows and stepped upon the veranda.
The sentry saluted the familiar little figure of his colonel's daughter with an explanatory glance at the stranger.The young fellow looked up-- and the god became human.
