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Now
it
might
be
days
before
the
mails
came
through
,
days
before
she
heard
whether
Carreen
was
alive
or
dead
.
Oh
,
if
she
had
only
gone
home
at
the
beginning
of
the
siege
,
Melanie
or
no
Melanie
!
There
was
fighting
at
Jonesboro
--
that
much
Atlanta
knew
,
but
how
the
battle
went
no
one
could
tell
and
the
most
insane
rumors
tortured
the
town
.
Finally
a
courier
came
up
from
Jonesboro
with
the
reassuring
news
that
the
Yankees
had
been
beaten
back
.
But
they
had
made
a
sortie
into
Jonesboro
,
burned
the
depot
,
cut
the
telegraph
wires
and
torn
up
three
miles
of
track
before
they
retreated
.
The
engineering
corps
was
working
like
mad
,
repairing
the
line
,
but
it
would
take
some
time
because
the
Yankees
had
torn
up
the
crossties
,
made
bonfires
of
them
,
laid
the
wrenched-up
rails
across
them
until
they
were
red
hot
and
then
twisted
them
around
telegraph
poles
until
they
looked
like
giant
corkscrews
.
These
days
it
was
so
hard
to
replace
iron
rails
,
to
replace
anything
made
of
iron
.
No
,
the
Yankees
had
n't
gotten
to
Tara
.
The
same
courier
who
brought
the
dispatches
to
General
Hood
assured
Scarlett
of
that
.
He
had
met
Gerald
in
Jonesboro
after
the
battle
,
just
as
he
was
starting
to
Atlanta
,
and
Gerald
had
begged
him
to
bring
a
letter
to
her
.
But
what
was
Pa
doing
in
Jonesboro
?
The
young
courier
looked
ill
at
ease
as
he
made
answer
.
Gerald
was
hunting
for
an
army
doctor
to
go
to
Tara
with
him
.
As
she
stood
in
the
sunshine
on
the
front
porch
,
thanking
the
young
man
for
his
trouble
,
Scarlett
felt
her
knees
go
weak
.
Carreen
must
be
dying
if
she
was
so
far
beyond
Ellen
's
medical
skill
that
Gerald
was
hunting
a
doctor
!
As
the
courier
went
off
in
a
small
whirlwind
of
red
dust
,
Scarlett
tore
open
Gerald
's
letter
with
fingers
that
trembled
.
So
great
was
the
shortage
of
paper
in
the
Confederacy
now
that
Gerald
's
note
was
written
between
the
lines
of
her
last
letter
to
him
and
reading
it
was
difficult
.
"
Dear
Daughter
,
Your
Mother
and
both
girls
have
the
typhoid
.
They
are
very
ill
but
we
must
hope
for
the
best
.
When
your
mother
took
to
her
bed
she
bade
me
write
you
that
under
no
condition
were
you
to
come
home
and
expose
yourself
and
Wade
to
the
disease
.
She
sends
her
love
and
bids
you
pray
for
her
.
"
"
Pray
for
her
!
"
Scarlett
flew
up
the
stairs
to
her
room
and
,
dropping
on
her
knees
by
the
bed
,
prayed
as
she
had
never
prayed
before
.
No
formal
Rosaries
now
but
the
same
words
over
and
over
:
"
Mother
of
God
,
do
n't
let
her
die
!
I
'll
be
so
good
if
you
do
n't
let
her
die
!
Please
,
do
n't
let
her
die
!
"
For
the
next
week
Scarlett
crept
about
the
house
like
a
stricken
animal
,
waiting
for
news
,
starting
at
every
sound
of
horses
'
hooves
,
rushing
down
the
dark
stair
at
night
when
soldiers
came
tapping
at
the
door
,
but
no
news
came
from
Tara
.
The
width
of
the
continent
might
have
spread
between
her
and
home
instead
of
twenty-five
miles
of
dusty
road
.
The
mails
were
still
disrupted
,
no
one
knew
where
the
Confederates
were
or
what
the
Yankees
were
up
to
.
No
one
knew
anything
except
that
thousands
of
soldiers
,
gray
and
blue
,
were
somewhere
between
Atlanta
and
Jonesboro
.
