SERVICE
BEING THE HAPPENINGS OF A NIGHT
RICHMOND IN TIIF. SPRING OF 1365
■ ~a* '-^L32*^play by
Gillette;
rBY-CYRUSTOWNSEND BRADY
ILLUSTRATIONS BY EDGAR BERT 5MITH
Copv^iqhT 1912 By Dodo, Mbad and Companv
CHAPTER I.
The Battery Passes.
Outside, the softness of an April
Might; the verdure'of tree and lawn,
the climbing roses, already far ad-
vanced in that southern latitude,
sweetly silvered In the moonlight
Within the great old house apparently
an equal calm.
Yet, neither within nor without was
the night absolutely soundless Far
away to the southward the; cloudless
horizon, easily visible from the slight
eminence 011 which the hous% stood,
■was marked by quivering flashes ot
lurid light. From time to time, the
attentive ear might catch the roll, the
roar, the reverberation of heavy sound
like distant thunder-peals intermin-
gled with sharper detonations. The
flashes came from great guns, and the
rolling peals were the sound of the
neiped to oring him back from the
front several days before. He bit his
lips for a moment and then, ashamed
of his emotion, his voice ran£ harsh.
With arm and saber the battery salut-
ed the women and passed on, while
from the window of the great drawing-
room, opposite the room of the lint-
pickers and bandage-tearers, a slender
boy stared and stared after the dis-
appearing guns, his eyes full of envy
and vexatious tears as he stamped his
foot In futile protest and disappoint-
ment.
The noise wade by the passing* can-
non soon died away In the distance.
«uiiiuB yeais were ine sound or tne tne wounaea man had died away; the
cannon, the detonations explosions of only thing that persisted was the fear
Stillness suporvened as before; work , UH ,H. 1UB soulm or
ers whispered together, realizing that ( that passing batterv seemed to excite
some of those passing upon whom I him so. He thought he was at the
they had looked would pass no more, ' ~
and that they would look upon them
never again. Upstairs the moans of
the wounded man had died away; the
kit 1W Hftai WMi tfcat t$  ■BOthtf -tWy hm ealM tor all ovtr
T neurit moat now.*• eighteen, weeks ago; the nevent *n
"Y<«. wuh," returned the old nurte. (-all may be out any moment; th<  next
with a quizzical look out of her black one nftf r that takes me. Do you want
ey*n at the slender boy before her. me to stay here until I am ordered
"Dey auah does n*ed men," ahe con- out! I should think not. Where's
Unued, and aa the youngster took a your pride?"
paaalonate atep toward her, ahe deftly I "My pride? Ah. my son. It ia on
paaaed out of the room and cloaed the battlefield, over at Seven Pines,
the door behind her, and he could and upatairB with Howard."
hear her |>onderoua footatepa aiowly j "Well, 1 don't care, mother," he per-
and heavily mounting the atepa. slated obstinately. "I love you and
The boy went to the window again all that, you know it—but I can't stand
and stared into the night. In his pre- this. I've got to go. I must go."
occupation he did not catch the sound | Mrs. Varney recognized from the
of a gentler footfall upon the stairs, ring of determination In the boy's
nor did he notice the opening of the voice that hia mind was made up.
door and the silent approach of a She could no longer hold him. With
woman, the woman with white hair or without her consent he would go.
who had stood at the window. The and why 3hould she withhold it? Oth-
mother of a son dead, a son dying, and er boys as young as hers had gone and
a son living. No distinctive thing that had not come back. Aye there was
In the Confederacy. Almost any moth- the rub: she had given one, the othor
er who had more than one boy could trembled on the verge, and now the
have been justly so characterized last one! Yes, he must go, too—to
She stopped half-way down the room live or die as God pleased. If they
and looked lovingly and longingly at wanted her to sacrifice everything on
the slight, graceful figure of her the altar of her country, she had her
youngest son. Her eyes filled with own pride, sho would do it, as hun-
tears for the dying or the living or dreds of other women had done. She
both? Who can say? She went rose from her chair and went toward
toward him, laid her hand on his her boy. He was a slender lad of
shoulder. He turned instantly and at sixteen but was quite as tall as she.
the sight of her tears burst out Aa he stood there he looked strangely
quickly:
"Howard Isn't worse, is he?" for a
moment forgetful of all else.
The woman shook her head.
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the shells. There was the peace of
God In the heaven above; there were
the passions of men on the earth be-
neath.
Lights gleamed here and there, shin-  -v..., c..UOUv,j ...
!ng through the twining rose foliage, i desperate resolution.
from the windows of the old house, "  
■which stood far back from the street.
From a room on one side of the hall,
which opened from the broad pillared
portico of Colonial fashion, a hum of
voices-arose.
A group of women, with nervous
ful thundering of the distant guns
around beleaguered Petersburg. With-
in the drawing-room, the boy walked
up and down restlessly, muttering to
himself, evidently nerving himself to
"I won't
front again and wanted to get up."
"Poor old Howard!"
"He"B quieter now, perhaps—"
"Mother, is there anything I can do
for him?"
"No, my son," answered the woman
with a sigh, "1 don't, think there is
anything that anybody can do. Wa
can only wait—and hope. He is in
Cod's hands, not ours."
She lifted her face for a moment
and saw beyond this room, through the
night, and beyond the stars a Pres-
ence Divine, to whom thousands of
other women In that dying Confeder-
acy made dally, hourly, and momen-
tary prayers. Less exalted, more hu-
man, less touched, the boy bowed his
'I won't do it," he said
stay here any longer." .
He threw up his hands and turned
to the portraits that adorned the room,
portraits that carried one back
through centuries to the days of the
— a - — v mm uc, *uu. first cavalier of the family, who man inca +r. 11 >1 ~ .1 v. . , .. t
hands and anxious faces, working crossed the Beas to Beek his fortune head not without hi n °5 °WP t i
while they talked, were picking lint In a new land, and It was a singular, Hut Lu wnn,,!!, wn
tearing linen and cotton for bandages, thing that practically every one of frp(j s..i.i ■■ .' nle'
Their conversation was not the Idle them wore a sword. j ^
chatter of other days. They "told sad "You all fought," said the boy pas- \ "Yes mother I "
Stories of the death of kings!" How sionately, "and I am going to." i The hnv stnn'imH on* th,. . „„ „
«X0m„ and "charles" 8cd "Allen" audi The door at the other end was soft- was In no hurry to press him She
Page and "Burton" had gone down ly opened. The great room was but rttvinnrt what Press him. She
Into the Valley of the Shadow of dimly lighted by candles in sconces on fain hav^ avoided lt°^l W0«I<  his father thought the
Death, whence they had not come the wall- the great chandelier was not I "i a® thankful thlre Is a lull In th , V A " WrU°
back. How this fort had been ham- lighted for lack of tapers, but a more cannoTalg - HL rd llste^g "I t0 ^ fMh" B"d
mered yesterday, the other, the day brilliant radiance was presently cast ! wonder why It has stormed'"
before. How So-and-So's wounds had over the apartment by the advent of "It hal no stooned■■ l„ w.lf ,
been ministered to. How 8ucha-On«'s old Martha. She had been the boy's «at least It has enn« An .1 , ^ ",u ,,r,c' c""
need, had been relieved. How the "Mammy" and the boy', father'. I "I don't hear it now " * ,r°m day t0 day'
enemy were drawing closer and clo.- "Mammy" as well, and no one dared "No but vou wlll-7h.~t  y°U l° d° thal "
•r, and how they were being held back to apeculate how much farther Into I "yP« h.if wn.namH . 1 "Wilfred," said his mother. "I can't
with courage, which, alaa! by that the paat she ran back. 1 t k° T* 1 . Iet you *° without consent. You
time wai the courage of despair. And "I. dat you, Mars Wilfred?" .aid hou.e—and «n.°.L must be patient. I will write the let-
much of their .peech was of their the old woman, waddling Into the through It" nered .0 ter gt once> lnd we >en(, ,t by a
own kind, of bereft women and father- room, both band, extended bearing I -an «/.. . u . , , ' .peclal messenger. You ought to hear
le.s children. And ever a. they talked, two many-branched candlestick., 1 Tolce fri Jht wkh n* I by tomorr°w "
the busy Unger, flew. which .he proceeded to deposit upon I "You my son?" '^'le turne<' away Impatiently
Up.tair. from one of the front the handsome mahogany table, with "y««' ti. ... and strode toward the door.
rooms th. light .hone dimly through which the long drawing-room was fur- ,uns a;d know 'th , th fl ?* r | "Wilfred," said his mother gently,
a w'ndow partly covered by a half- nlshed. ^ 0^11^ ^^, ^'. ' | tender appeal In her voice
rawn ene an blind. One standing "Yes, It 1. I, Aunt Martha. Did you But Mrs. Varney hastily Interrupted1 ch"oked hlm- sh" came over to hl«i
>r boy. Woman-like she would thrust aIld pUt her arm about his  houl<ler«
Stared Down Into His Upturned Fac*.
"But," the boy Interrupted in great
disappointment, "that'll take forever.
You never can tell where his brigade
I can't wait for
at the aide of the house and listening .ee Benton', battery go by''
would have heard out of the chamber ..Lawd lub you> ch„ Ah ,jone gee(,
^n"8' r? W°r i 80 """"y «' bosses an' soljahs
mlsn Th# a gwlne b-v Ah ton't tek no notice ob
meaningless yet awful babble waa .em no mo>. .Peaha „k d ke on
broken now and again by words of a.pasiIn. ,0'ebah."
ZiTJZr.l T"'°,h K°ft h,a?,d" there won't be many more of
were laid on the burning brow of the   „ , . , :
poor sufferer within, whfle a mother'. PT fth ,k ^ 7 ' ^
And now tk. i. . . ... eni ancestry anywhere, "and before
swlot   , throH th t \ they are a" 8°ne- 1 wouId lik« to Join
swept softly through the trees bore one of them myself."
sudden sharper, stranger sound
toward the old house In the garden.
The tramp of a horBe, the creak of
wheels, the faint jingling of arms and
sabers drew nearer and rose louder.
Sudden words of command punctured
the night. Here came a battery, with-
out the rattle of drum or the blare
of bugles, with no sound but its own
galloping It rolled down the street.
Lean, gaunt horses were ridden and
driven by leaner and gaunter men in
dusty, worn, ragged, tattered uniforms.
Only the highly polished brass guns—
twelve-pounder Napoleons—gleamed
bright in the moonlight.
The sewing women came out on the
porch and the blind of the window
above was lifted and a white-haired
woman stood framed In the light.
No, those watchers did not cheer as
the battery swept by on its way to
the front. For one thing, a soldier
lay upstairB dying; for another, they
had passed the time when they
cheered that tattered flag. Now they
wept over it as one weeps as he be-
holds for the last time the face of a
friend who dies. Once they had ac-
claimed It as the sunrise In the morn-
ing, now they watched It silently go
Inevitably to the sunset of defeat.
The men did not cheer either. They
were not past cheering—oh, no! They
were made of rougher stuff than the !
and the time would come '
"Why, my po' 11'1 lamb!" exclaimed
Martha, her arms akimbo, "dat Ah
done nuBsed In dese ahms, is you
gwine to de flght?"
The boy's demeanor waB anything
her boy. Woman-like she would thrust """ "  «i« ri.
from her the decision which she knew • "Doa't feel bad- my boy> that you
would be imposed upon her I haTe to stay another day with your
"Yes, yes," she said; "I know how mother- 11 n,ay be days, you
you suffered—we all suffered, we—" 1 kn,ow' before—"
She turned away, Bat down in a chair ' 'Bn'* that," said Wilfred.
"My darling boy—I know It. You
want to flght for your country—and
I'm proud of you. I want my sons to
do their duty. But with your father
at the front, one boy dead, and the
other wounded, dying—"
She turned away.
"You will write father tonight,
won't you?"
"Yes—yes!"
"I'll wait, then, until we have had
time to get a reply," said the boy.
"Yes, and then you will go away. I
know what your father's answer will
be. The last of my boys—Oh, God, my
boys!"
Did Not Cheer a. the Battery Swept
By.
Women, ,ua tmia wuuiu CUIUS I
when, In final action, they would burst but lamb-like. He made a fierce step
forth Into that strange, wild yell that toward her.
.truok terror to the hearts of the ' "Don't you call me 'lamb' any
hearers. They could cheer even In ! more," ho said, "It's ridiculous and
4 K A 1 n ■ ^ aW A1. n n I M 41. A J  _ - .   M Mn 1VI 1*1 IT nMtkn n . J 1__. _1_
the last ditch, even In the jaws of
death—face the end better for their
cheering perhaps; but women are
more silent In the crisis. They bear
and give no tongue.
The officer in command saw the
little group of women on the porch.
The moonlight shone from the street
tide and high-lighted them, turning
th* rusty black of most of the gowns,
home-dyed mourning—all that could
t>« come at In tho.e awful days In
Rlohmond—Into  oft shadows, above
which their face, .hone angelic. He
law the woman', head In the window
Mammy Martha started back In
alarm.
" 'Peahs mo' lak a lion 'd be bet-
ter," she admitted.
"Where's mother?" asked the boy,
dismissing the subject as unworthy
of argument.
"I reckon she', up.taibs wid Mam
Howard, suh. Yo' bruddah—"
"I want to see her right away," con-
tinued the boy Impetuously.
"Mars Howard he', putty bad dl.
ebenln'," returned Martha. "Ah bet-
tah go an' tell her dat you want her,
but Ah dunno'. .he'd want to leab
beside the table, leaned her head In
her hands, and gave way to her emo-
tions. "There has been nothing but
suffering, suffering since this awful
war began," she murmured.
"Mother," said Wilfred abruptly, "I
want to speak to you. You don't like
it, of course, but you have just got
to listen this time."
Mrs. Varney lifted her head from
her hands. Wilfred came nearer to
her and dropped on his knees by her
side. One hand she laid upon his
shoulder, the other on his head. She
stared down Into his up-turned face.
"I know—I know, my boy—what you
want."
"I can't stay here any longer," said
the youth; "It Is worse than being
shot to pieces. I just have to chain
myself to the floor whenever I hear
a cannon-shot or see a soldier. When
can I go?"
The woman stared at him. In him
she saw faintly the face of the boy
dying upstairs. In him she saw the
white face of the boy who lay under
the dew, dead at Seven Pines. In him
she saw all her kith and kin, who, true
to the traditions of that house, had
given up their lives for a cause, now
practically lost. She could not give
up her last one. Sho drew him gently i
to her, but, boy-like, he disengaged ■ coniP°8Ure-
himself and drew away with a shaka i "Deys onD uo
of his head, not that he loved his BiP'e heah, ma'am."
mother the less, but honor—as he saw i "Another one?'
It—the more. j "Ah 'clah to goodness, ma'am, dey
"Why don't you speak?" he whis-; Jea' keeps a-comin' an* a-comin'.
pered at last. 1 'PealiB lllw wo cain't keep no cIobb
"I don't know what to say to you, I fo' ourse'f; de sheets an" tablecloths
Wilfred," faltered his mother, al-1 napkins an' eben de young miss-
though there was but one thing to say, j t^ess' pettlcaats, dey all hab to go."
and she knew that she must say It, | "And we have juBt sent all the ban-
yet sho was fighting, woman-like, for dages we have," said Mrs. Varney
llm.
CHAPTER II.
A Commission F^rom the President.
The door giving entrance t® the hall
was opened unceremoniously by tfye
rotund and privileged Martha. She
came at an opportune time, relieving
the tension between the mother and
I son. Wilfred was not insensible to
his mother's feelings, but he wag d<>-
termined to go to the front. He waa
glad of the interruption and ratjier
shamefacedly took advantage of it by
leaving the room.
; "Well, Martha, what Is It?" asked
Mrs. Varney, striving to regain her
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many men in choosing a wife con-
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who has some knowledge of home
keeping and cooking, but this Is not
all by any means—a sunny disposi-
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economy—a willingness to do all
things to advance the interests of her
husband and her home is
things necessary. 9
Young people who marry are wise
if they allow themselves a deep look
into the future. They cannot help
seeing the wreckage of many homes
—ruined by peevish, selfish wives—
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111a nuuiuu m uu«u iu wuo n uiuun,  
too. He knew who lay upon the bed \
cf death within the chamber. He had "Well, you tell her to come aa «oon
time.
"I will tell you what to say," said
the boy.
"What?"
"Say that you won't mind If I go
down to Petersburg and enlist."
"But that would not be true, Wil-
fred," said his mother, smiling faintly.
"True or not, mother, I can't stay
here."
"Oh, Wilfred, Russell haa gone, and
Howard 1. going, and now you want to
go and get killed."
"I don't want to be killed at all,
mother."
"But you are so young, my boy."
"Not younger than Tom Klttredge,"
answered the ooy; "not younger than 1
Bill Stuart p_r Cousin Btevea or bua>
smiling.
"Den we got to git some mo'. Dey
says dey's all used up, an' two mo'
trains Jes' come In crowded full o'
wounded sojahs—an' mos' all ob 'em
dretfeul bad!"
"Is Miss Klttridge here yet. Mar-
tha?"
"Yas'm, Ah Jes' seed her gotn' thu
de hall Into de llbr'y."
"Ask her If they have anything to
•end. Even If it's only a little, let
them have't. What they need most is
bandages. There are some In How-
ard's room, too. Give tbem half of
what you-find there. I think what we
have left will laat long enough t<^—
"Yaa'm," said old Martha, .nifflng,
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