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"
When
we
can
all
vote
again
,
Sugar
.
When
every
man
who
fought
for
the
South
can
put
a
ballot
in
the
box
for
a
Southerner
and
a
Democrat
.
"
"
A
ballot
?
"
she
cried
despairingly
.
"
What
good
's
a
ballot
when
the
darkies
have
lost
their
minds
--
when
the
Yankees
have
poisoned
them
against
us
?
"
Frank
went
on
to
explain
in
his
patient
manner
,
but
the
idea
that
ballots
could
cure
the
trouble
was
too
complicated
for
her
to
follow
.
She
was
thinking
gratefully
that
Jonas
Wilkerson
would
never
again
be
a
menace
of
Tara
and
she
was
thinking
about
Tony
.
"
Oh
,
the
poor
Fontaines
!
"
she
exclaimed
.
"
Only
Alex
left
and
so
much
to
do
at
Mimosa
.
Why
did
n't
Tony
have
sense
enough
to
--
to
do
it
at
night
when
no
one
would
know
who
it
was
?
A
sight
more
good
he
'd
do
helping
with
the
spring
plowing
than
in
Texas
.
"
Frank
put
an
arm
about
her
.
Usually
he
was
gingerly
when
he
did
this
,
as
if
he
anticipated
being
impatiently
shaken
off
,
but
tonight
there
was
a
far-off
look
in
his
eyes
and
his
arm
was
firm
about
her
waist
.
"
There
are
things
more
important
now
than
plowing
,
Sugar
.
And
scaring
the
darkies
and
teaching
the
Scallawags
a
lesson
is
one
of
them
.
As
long
as
there
are
fine
boys
like
Tony
left
,
I
guess
we
wo
n't
need
to
worry
about
the
South
too
much
.
Come
to
bed
.
"
"
But
,
Frank
--
"
"
If
we
just
stand
together
and
do
n't
give
an
inch
to
the
Yankees
,
we
'll
win
,
some
day
.
Do
n't
you
bother
your
pretty
head
about
it
,
Sugar
.
You
let
your
men
folks
worry
about
it
.
Maybe
it
wo
n't
come
in
our
time
,
but
surely
it
will
come
some
day
.
The
Yankees
will
get
tired
of
pestering
us
when
they
see
they
ca
n't
even
dent
us
,
and
then
we
'll
have
a
decent
world
to
live
in
and
raise
our
children
in
.
"
She
thought
of
Wade
and
the
secret
she
had
carried
silently
for
some
days
.
No
,
she
did
n't
want
her
children
raised
in
this
welter
of
hate
and
uncertainty
,
of
bitterness
and
violence
lurking
just
below
the
surface
,
of
poverty
and
grinding
hardships
and
insecurity
.
She
never
wanted
children
of
hers
to
know
what
all
this
was
like
.
She
wanted
a
secure
and
well-ordered
world
in
which
she
could
look
forward
and
know
there
was
a
safe
future
ahead
for
them
,
a
world
where
her
children
would
know
only
softness
and
warmth
and
good
clothes
and
fine
food
.
