Forget-me-nots of the civil war; a romance, containing reminiscences and original letters of two Confederate soldiers (1909) (14576065319)

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Title: Forget-me-nots of the civil war; a romance, containing reminiscences and original letters of two Confederate soldiers
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Battle, Laura Elizabeth Lee
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Publisher: St. Louis, Mo., Press A. R. Fleming printing co
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation



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can find in Baltimore. I ran to the house and told mother. I know UncleNed can get your things cheaper and much prettierin a northern city, but isnt it asking too much of himto do it? Oh, no, mother, he offered to take mymoney and buy the frock and shoes for me. I neverthought of asking him first. Of course, I was anxious for Uncle Ned to leave.The days seemed long until the eventful day came.The morning before leaving, he called to get the meas-ure of my feet. My mother then talked with him forthe first time and upon my request, gave him the hard-earned greenbacks to pay for my frock and shoes.When I parted with those crisp new bills of money Ihad worked so hard for I couldnt but help feelinga pang of regret to know that ended my career as atrader with the Yankees, but when I thought of thepink gingham frock I cheerfully handed it over toUncle Ned. He looked at me, then at my mother.Mrs. Lee, he said, I hate to take this money. Letme make a present of it to Bettie and Ill bring her a
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Nealie and the Pink Frock. the: be:autiful pink ^rock. 193 dress and shoes only too gladly. Mother straightenedup and looked surprised, and with a most offendedair said, No, Sir, my daughter, though only a child,cannot accept money from any person, much less froma stranger and an—an—enemy, like you. Seeing hismistake he spoke immediately: Pardon me, madam,you are quite right and I cheerfully submit to yourwishes. When he was bidding us farewell, mymother took occasion to thank him for his kindnessto her baby. I felt a pang of sorrow at losing Uncle Ned evenfor a visit. Then he took my hand and in a fatherlyway bade me goodbye and told me to be smart atschool. I watched him, with tears streaming downmy cheeks, leave our home and go to the railroad sta-tion, where he boarded a train for Baltimore. Whenthe train passed our house I was on the porch wavingat the dear fatherly friend standing on the rear plat-form, his hat in his hand, the wind blowing his whitelocks, a smile on his kin