My Lady of the North by Randall Parrish
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really sent for aid, as you say."
There was a thinly veiled sneer in the words as he spoke them, but I curbed my temper. "Well, in my judgment, sir,--and I tell it you because I deem it a duty,--" I retorted plainly, "you are making a grave mistake which you may realize when it becomes too late to rectify it. Possibly I have no right to criticise one who is technically in command; yet I am serving as a volunteer, and the conditions are peculiar. I not only remember the scene witnessed by me in the lines out yonder, but also recall the fact that we are here to fulfil a sacred duty--the defence of helpless women from outrage. A fatal mistake upon our part would be horrible." "Your deep interest in the welfare of the ladies is purely chivalric, I presume?" "It is merely the interest a true soldier must always feel," I responded, determined not to be goaded into quarrel. "I have neither wife nor sister, but I have a mother." "Very well, sir,"--and his tone was rough and overbearing,--"then kindly recall your soldierly instincts to another little matter. I chance to command here by authority of rank, and hold myself responsible for the proper defence of this portion of the house. I believe you have already been assigned your duties; if you will attend to them I shall be greatly obliged, and whenever I may desire your valuable advice I shall take pleasure in sending for you." I have often wondered since how I controlled myself; yet I did, biting |
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