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Scarlett
's
child
was
a
girl
,
a
small
bald-headed
mite
,
ugly
as
a
hairless
monkey
and
absurdly
like
Frank
.
No
one
except
the
doting
father
could
see
anything
beautiful
about
her
,
but
the
neighbors
were
charitable
enough
to
say
that
all
ugly
babies
turned
out
pretty
,
eventually
.
She
was
named
Ella
Lorena
,
Ella
for
her
grandmother
Ellen
,
and
Lorena
because
it
was
the
most
fashionable
name
of
the
day
for
girls
,
even
as
Robert
E.
Lee
and
Stonewall
Jackson
were
popular
for
boys
and
Abraham
Lincoln
and
Emancipation
for
negro
children
.
She
was
born
in
the
middle
of
a
week
when
frenzied
excitement
gripped
Atlanta
and
the
air
was
tense
with
expectation
of
disaster
.
A
negro
who
had
boasted
of
rape
had
actually
been
arrested
,
but
before
he
could
be
brought
to
trial
the
jail
had
been
raided
by
the
Ku
Klux
Klan
and
he
had
been
quietly
hanged
.
The
Klan
had
acted
to
save
the
as
yet
unnamed
victim
from
having
to
testify
in
open
court
.
Rather
than
have
her
appear
and
advertise
her
shame
,
her
father
and
brother
would
have
shot
her
,
so
lynching
the
negro
seemed
a
sensible
solution
to
the
townspeople
,
in
fact
,
the
only
decent
solution
possible
.
But
the
military
authorities
were
in
a
fury
.
They
saw
no
reason
why
the
girl
should
mind
testifying
publicly
.
The
soldiers
made
arrests
right
and
left
,
swearing
to
wipe
out
the
Klan
if
they
had
to
put
every
white
man
in
Atlanta
in
jail
.
The
negroes
,
frightened
and
sullen
,
muttered
of
retaliatory
house
burnings
.
The
air
was
thick
with
rumors
of
wholesale
hangings
by
the
Yankees
should
the
guilty
parties
be
found
and
of
a
concerted
uprising
against
the
whites
by
the
negroes
.
The
people
of
the
town
stayed
at
home
behind
locked
doors
and
shuttered
windows
,
the
men
fearing
to
go
to
their
businesses
and
leave
their
women
and
children
unprotected
.
Scarlett
,
lying
exhausted
in
bed
,
feebly
and
silently
thanked
God
that
Ashley
had
too
much
sense
to
belong
to
the
Klan
and
Frank
was
too
old
and
poor
spirited
.
How
dreadful
it
would
be
to
know
that
the
Yankees
might
swoop
down
and
arrest
them
at
any
minute
!
Why
did
n't
the
crack-brained
young
fools
in
the
Klan
leave
bad
enough
alone
and
not
stir
up
the
Yankees
like
this
?
Probably
the
girl
had
n't
been
raped
after
all
.
Probably
she
'd
just
been
frightened
silly
and
,
because
of
her
,
a
lot
of
men
might
lose
their
lives
.
In
this
atmosphere
,
as
nerve
straining
as
watching
a
slow
fuse
burn
toward
a
barrel
of
gunpowder
,
Scarlett
came
rapidly
back
to
strength
.
The
healthy
vigor
which
had
carried
her
through
the
hard
days
at
Tara
stood
her
in
good
stead
now
,
and
within
two
weeks
of
Ella
Lorena
's
birth
she
was
strong
enough
to
sit
up
and
chafe
at
her
inactivity
.
In
three
weeks
she
was
up
,
declaring
she
had
to
see
to
the
mills
.
They
were
standing
idle
because
both
Hugh
and
Ashley
feared
to
leave
their
families
alone
all
day
.
Then
the
blow
fell
.
Frank
,
full
of
the
pride
of
new
fatherhood
,
summoned
up
courage
enough
to
forbid
Scarlett
leaving
the
house
while
conditions
were
so
dangerous
.
His
commands
would
not
have
worried
her
at
all
and
she
would
have
gone
about
her
business
in
spite
of
them
,
if
he
had
not
put
her
horse
and
buggy
in
the
livery
stable
and
ordered
that
they
should
not
be
surrendered
to
anyone
except
himself
.
To
make
matters
worse
,
he
and
Mammy
had
patiently
searched
the
house
while
she
was
ill
and
unearthed
her
hidden
store
of
money
.
And
Frank
had
deposited
it
in
the
bank
in
his
own
name
,
so
now
she
could
not
even
hire
a
rig
.
Scarlett
raged
at
both
Frank
and
Mammy
,
then
was
reduced
to
begging
and
finally
cried
all
one
morning
like
a
furious
thwarted
child
.
But
for
all
her
pains
she
heard
only
:
"
There
,
Sugar
!
You
're
just
a
sick
little
girl
.
"
And
:
"
Miss
Scarlett
,
ef
you
doan
quit
cahyin
'
on
so
,
you
gwine
sour
yo
'
milk
an
'
de
baby
have
colic
,
sho
as
gun
's
iron
.
"
