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She
sank
down
on
one
of
the
little
stools
behind
the
counter
of
the
booth
and
looked
up
and
down
the
long
hall
which
,
until
this
afternoon
,
had
been
a
bare
and
ugly
drill
room
.
How
the
ladies
must
have
worked
today
to
bring
it
to
its
present
beauty
.
It
looked
lovely
.
Every
candle
and
candlestick
in
Atlanta
must
be
in
this
hall
tonight
,
she
thought
,
silver
ones
with
a
dozen
sprangling
arms
,
china
ones
with
charming
figurines
clustering
their
bases
,
old
brass
stands
,
erect
and
dignified
,
laden
with
candles
of
all
sizes
and
colors
,
smelling
fragrantly
of
bayberries
,
standing
on
the
gun
racks
that
ran
the
length
of
the
hall
,
on
the
long
flower-decked
tables
,
on
booth
counters
,
even
on
the
sills
of
the
open
windows
where
the
draughts
of
warm
summer
air
were
just
strong
enough
to
make
them
flare
.
In
the
center
of
the
hall
the
huge
ugly
lamp
,
hanging
from
the
ceiling
by
rusty
chains
,
was
completely
transformed
by
twining
ivy
and
wild
grapevines
that
were
already
withering
from
the
heat
.
The
walls
were
banked
with
pine
branches
that
gave
out
a
spicy
smell
,
making
the
corners
of
the
room
into
pretty
bowers
where
the
chaperons
and
old
ladies
would
sit
.
Long
graceful
ropes
of
ivy
and
grapevine
and
smilax
were
hung
everywhere
,
in
looping
festoons
on
the
walls
,
draped
above
the
windows
,
twined
in
scallops
all
over
the
brightly
colored
cheesecloth
booths
.
And
everywhere
amid
the
greenery
,
on
flags
and
bunting
,
blazed
the
bright
stars
of
the
Confederacy
on
their
background
of
red
and
blue
.
The
raised
platform
for
the
musicians
was
especially
artistic
.
It
was
completely
hidden
from
view
by
the
banked
greenery
and
starry
bunting
and
Scarlett
knew
that
every
potted
and
tubbed
plant
in
town
was
there
,
coleus
,
geranium
,
hydrangea
,
oleander
,
elephant
ear
--
even
Mrs.
Elsing
's
four
treasured
rubber
plants
,
which
were
given
posts
of
honor
at
the
four
corners
.
At
the
other
end
of
the
hall
from
the
platform
,
the
ladies
had
eclipsed
themselves
.
On
this
wall
hung
large
pictures
of
President
Davis
and
Georgia
's
own
"
Little
Alec
"
Stephens
,
Vice
--
President
of
the
Confederacy
.
Above
them
was
an
enormous
flag
and
,
beneath
,
on
long
tables
was
the
loot
of
the
gardens
of
the
town
,
ferns
,
banks
of
roses
,
crimson
and
yellow
and
white
,
proud
sheaths
of
golden
gladioli
,
masses
of
varicolored
nasturtiums
,
tall
stiff
hollyhocks
rearing
deep
maroon
and
creamy
heads
above
the
other
flowers
.
Among
them
,
candles
burned
serenely
like
altar
fires
.
The
two
faces
looked
down
on
the
scene
,
two
faces
as
different
as
could
be
possible
in
two
men
at
the
helm
of
so
momentous
an
undertaking
:
Davis
with
the
flat
cheeks
and
cold
eyes
of
an
ascetic
,
his
thin
proud
lips
set
firmly
;
Stephens
with
dark
burning
eyes
deep
socketed
in
a
face
that
had
known
nothing
but
sickness
and
pain
and
had
triumphed
over
them
with
humor
and
with
fire
--
two
faces
that
were
greatly
loved
.
The
elderly
ladies
of
the
committee
in
whose
hands
rested
the
responsibility
for
the
whole
bazaar
rustled
in
as
importantly
as
full-rigged
ships
,
hurried
the
belated
young
matrons
and
giggling
girls
into
their
booths
,
and
then
swept
through
the
doors
into
the
back
rooms
where
the
refreshments
were
being
laid
out
.
Aunt
Pitty
panted
out
after
them
.
The
musicians
clambered
upon
their
platform
,
black
,
grinning
,
their
fat
cheeks
already
shining
with
perspiration
,
and
began
tuning
their
fiddles
and
sawing
and
whanging
with
their
bows
in
anticipatory
importance
.
Old
Levi
,
Mrs.
Merriwether
's
coachman
,
who
had
led
the
orchestras
for
every
bazaar
,
ball
and
wedding
since
Atlanta
was
named
Marthasville
,
rapped
with
his
bow
for
attention
.
Few
except
the
ladies
who
were
conducting
the
bazaar
had
arrived
yet
,
but
all
eyes
turned
toward
him
.
Then
the
fiddles
,
bull
fiddles
,
accordions
,
banjos
and
knuckle-bones
broke
into
a
slow
rendition
of
"
Lorena
"
--
too
slow
for
dancing
,
the
dancing
would
come
later
when
the
booths
were
emptied
of
their
wares
.
Scarlett
felt
her
heart
beat
faster
as
the
sweet
melancholy
of
the
waltz
came
to
her
:
"
The
years
creep
slowly
by
,
Lorena
!
The
snow
is
on
the
grass
again
.
The
sun
's
far
down
the
sky
,
Lorena
...
"
One-two-three
,
one-two-three
,
dip-sway
--
three
,
turn
--
two-three
.
What
a
beautiful
waltz
!
She
extended
her
hands
slightly
,
closed
her
eyes
and
swayed
with
the
sad
haunting
rhythm
.
There
was
something
about
the
tragic
melody
and
Lorena
's
lost
love
that
mingled
with
her
own
excitement
and
brought
a
lump
into
her
throat
.
Then
,
as
if
brought
into
being
by
the
waltz
music
,
sounds
floated
in
from
the
shadowy
moonlit
street
below
,
the
trample
of
horses
'
hooves
and
the
sound
of
carriage
wheels
,
laughter
on
the
warm
sweet
air
and
the
soft
acrimony
of
negro
voices
raised
in
argument
over
hitching
places
for
the
horses
.
There
was
confusion
on
the
stairs
and
light-hearted
merriment
,
the
mingling
of
girls
'
fresh
voices
with
the
bass
notes
of
their
escorts
,
airy
cries
of
greeting
and
squeals
of
joy
as
girls
recognized
friends
from
whom
they
had
parted
only
that
afternoon
.
