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She
would
take
this
handkerchief
and
fling
it
in
his
face
and
show
him
the
door
and
never
,
never
speak
to
him
again
.
But
no
,
of
course
she
could
n't
do
that
.
She
could
never
,
never
let
him
know
she
even
realized
that
bad
women
existed
,
much
less
that
he
visited
them
.
A
lady
could
never
do
that
.
"
Oh
,
"
she
thought
in
fury
.
"
If
I
just
was
n't
a
lady
,
what
would
n't
I
tell
that
varmint
!
"
And
,
crumbling
the
handkerchief
in
her
hand
,
she
went
down
the
stairs
to
the
kitchen
in
search
of
Uncle
Peter
As
she
passed
the
stove
,
she
shoved
the
handkerchief
into
the
flames
and
with
impotent
anger
watched
it
burn
.
Hope
was
rolling
high
in
every
Southern
heart
as
the
summer
of
1863
came
in
.
Despite
privation
and
hardships
,
despite
food
speculators
and
kindred
scourges
,
despite
death
and
sickness
and
suffering
which
had
now
left
their
mark
on
nearly
every
family
,
the
South
was
again
saying
"
One
more
victory
and
the
war
is
over
,
"
saying
it
with
even
more
happy
assurance
than
in
the
summer
before
.
The
Yankees
were
proving
a
hard
nut
to
crack
but
they
were
cracking
at
last
.
Christmas
of
1862
had
been
a
happy
one
for
Atlanta
,
for
the
whole
South
.
The
Confederacy
had
scored
a
smashing
victory
,
at
Fredericksburg
and
the
Yankee
dead
and
wounded
were
counted
in
the
thousands
.
There
was
universal
rejoicing
in
that
holiday
season
,
rejoicing
and
thankfulness
that
the
tide
was
turning
.
The
army
in
butternut
were
now
seasoned
fighters
,
their
generals
had
proven
their
mettle
,
and
everyone
knew
that
when
the
campaign
reopened
in
the
spring
,
the
Yankees
would
be
crushed
for
good
and
all
.
Spring
came
and
the
fighting
recommenced
.
May
came
and
the
Confederacy
won
another
great
victory
at
Chancellorsville
.
The
South
roared
with
elation
.
Closer
at
home
,
a
Union
cavalry
dash
into
Georgia
had
been
turned
into
a
Confederate
triumph
.
Folks
were
still
laughing
and
slapping
each
other
on
the
back
and
saying
:
"
Yes
,
sir
!
When
old
Nathan
Bedford
Forrest
gets
after
them
,
they
better
git
!
"
Late
in
April
,
Colonel
Streight
and
eighteen
hundred
Yankee
cavalry
had
made
a
surprise
raid
into
Georgia
,
aiming
at
Rome
,
only
a
little
more
than
sixty
miles
north
of
Atlanta
.
They
had
ambitious
plans
to
cut
the
vitally
important
railroad
between
Atlanta
and
Tennessee
and
then
swing
southward
into
Atlanta
to
destroy
the
factories
and
the
war
supplies
concentrated
there
in
that
key
city
of
the
Confederacy
.
It
was
a
bold
stroke
and
it
would
have
cost
the
South
dearly
,
except
for
Forrest
.
With
only
one-third
as
many
men
--
but
what
men
and
what
riders
!
--
he
had
started
after
them
,
engaged
them
before
they
even
reached
Rome
,
harassed
them
day
and
night
and
finally
captured
the
entire
force
!
