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And
they
gave
such
splendid
balls
and
drove
such
fine
horses
and
simply
worshiped
Southern
girls
!
They
treated
them
like
queens
and
were
so
careful
not
to
injure
their
touchy
pride
and
,
after
all
--
why
not
associate
with
them
?
They
were
so
much
more
attractive
than
the
town
swains
who
dressed
so
shabbily
and
were
so
serious
and
worked
so
hard
that
they
had
little
time
to
play
.
So
there
had
been
a
number
of
elopements
with
Yankee
officers
which
broke
the
hearts
of
Atlanta
families
.
There
were
brothers
who
passed
sisters
on
the
streets
and
did
not
speak
and
mothers
and
fathers
who
never
mentioned
daughters
'
names
.
Remembering
these
tragedies
,
a
cold
dread
ran
in
the
veins
of
those
whose
motto
was
"
No
surrender
"
--
a
dread
which
the
very
sight
of
Melanie
's
soft
but
unyielding
face
dispelled
.
She
was
,
as
the
dowagers
said
,
such
an
excellent
and
wholesome
example
to
the
young
girls
of
the
town
.
And
,
because
she
made
no
parade
of
her
virtues
the
young
girls
did
not
resent
her
.
It
never
occurred
to
Melanie
that
she
was
becoming
the
leader
of
a
new
society
.
She
only
thought
the
people
were
nice
to
come
to
see
her
and
to
want
her
in
their
little
sewing
circles
,
cotillion
clubs
and
musical
societies
.
Atlanta
had
always
been
musical
and
loved
good
music
,
despite
the
sneering
comments
of
sister
cities
of
the
South
concerning
the
town
's
lack
of
culture
,
and
there
was
now
an
enthusiastic
resurrection
of
interest
that
grew
stronger
as
the
times
grew
harder
and
more
tense
.
It
was
easier
to
forget
the
impudent
black
faces
in
the
streets
and
the
blue
uniforms
of
the
garrison
while
they
were
listening
to
music
.
Melanie
was
a
little
embarrassed
to
find
herself
at
the
head
of
the
newly
formed
Saturday
Night
Musical
Circle
.
She
could
not
account
for
her
elevation
to
this
position
except
by
the
fact
that
she
could
accompany
anyone
on
the
piano
,
even
the
Misses
McLure
who
were
tone
deaf
but
who
would
sing
duets
.
The
truth
of
the
matter
was
that
Melanie
had
diplomatically
managed
to
amalgamate
the
Lady
Harpists
,
the
Gentlemen
's
Glee
Club
and
the
Young
Ladies
Mandolin
and
Guitar
Society
with
the
Saturday
Night
Musical
Circle
,
so
that
now
Atlanta
had
music
worth
listening
to
.
In
fact
,
the
Circle
's
rendition
of
The
Bohemian
Girl
was
said
by
many
to
be
far
superior
to
professional
performances
heard
in
New
York
and
New
Orleans
.
It
was
after
she
had
maneuvered
the
Lady
Harpists
into
the
fold
that
Mrs.
Merriwether
said
to
Mrs.
Meade
and
Mrs.
Whiting
that
they
must
have
Melanie
at
the
head
of
the
Circle
.
If
she
could
get
on
with
the
Harpists
,
she
could
get
on
with
anyone
,
Mrs.
Merriwether
declared
.
That
lady
herself
played
the
organ
for
the
choir
at
the
Methodist
Church
and
,
as
an
organist
,
had
scant
respect
for
harps
or
harpists
.
Melanie
had
also
been
made
secretary
for
both
the
Association
for
the
Beautification
of
the
Graves
of
Our
Glorious
Dead
and
the
Sewing
Circle
for
the
Widows
and
Orphans
of
the
Confederacy
.
This
new
honor
came
to
her
after
an
exciting
joint
meeting
of
those
societies
which
threatened
to
end
in
violence
and
the
severance
of
lifelong
ties
of
friendship
.
The
question
had
arisen
at
the
meeting
as
to
whether
or
not
weeds
should
be
removed
from
the
graves
of
the
Union
soldiers
near
those
of
Confederate
soldiers
.
The
appearance
of
the
scraggly
Yankee
mounds
defeated
all
the
efforts
of
the
ladies
to
beautify
those
of
their
own
dead
.
Immediately
the
fires
which
smoldered
beneath
tight
basques
flamed
wildly
and
the
two
organizations
split
up
and
glared
hostilely
.
The
Sewing
Circle
was
in
favor
of
the
removal
of
the
weeds
,
the
Ladies
of
the
Beautification
were
violently
opposed
.
Mrs.
Meade
expressed
the
views
of
the
latter
group
when
she
said
:
"
Dig
up
the
weeds
off
Yankee
graves
?
For
two
cents
,
I
'd
dig
up
all
the
Yankees
and
throw
them
in
the
city
dump
!
"
At
these
ringing
words
the
two
associations
arose
and
every
lady
spoke
her
mind
and
no
one
listened
.
The
meeting
was
being
held
in
Mrs.
Merriwether
's
parlor
and
Grandpa
Merriwether
,
who
had
been
banished
to
the
kitchen
,
reported
afterwards
that
the
noise
sounded
just
like
the
opening
guns
of
the
battle
of
Franklin
.
And
,
he
added
,
be
guessed
it
was
a
dinged
sight
safer
to
be
present
at
the
battle
of
Franklin
than
at
the
ladies
'
meeting
.
