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"
You
will
come
to
Atlanta
and
visit
me
and
Aunt
Pittypat
,
wo
n't
you
?
Oh
,
darling
,
we
want
to
have
you
so
much
!
We
want
to
know
Charlie
's
wife
better
.
"
Five
weeks
passed
during
which
letters
,
shy
,
ecstatic
,
loving
,
came
from
Charles
in
South
Carolina
telling
of
his
love
,
his
plans
for
the
future
when
the
war
was
over
,
his
desire
to
become
a
hero
for
her
sake
and
his
worship
of
his
commander
,
Wade
Hampton
.
In
the
seventh
week
,
there
came
a
telegram
from
Colonel
Hampton
himself
,
and
then
a
letter
,
a
kind
,
dignified
letter
of
condolence
.
Charles
was
dead
.
The
colonel
would
have
wired
earlier
,
but
Charles
,
thinking
his
illness
a
trifling
one
,
did
not
wish
to
have
his
family
worried
.
The
unfortunate
boy
had
not
only
been
cheated
of
the
love
he
thought
he
had
won
but
also
of
his
high
hopes
of
honor
and
glory
on
the
field
of
battle
.
He
had
died
ignominiously
and
swiftly
of
pneumonia
,
following
measles
,
without
ever
having
gotten
any
closer
to
the
Yankees
than
the
camp
in
South
Carolina
.
In
due
time
,
Charles
'
son
was
born
and
,
because
it
was
fashionable
to
name
boys
after
their
fathers
'
commanding
officers
,
he
was
called
Wade
Hampton
Hamilton
.
Scarlett
had
wept
with
despair
at
the
knowledge
that
she
was
pregnant
and
wished
that
she
were
dead
.
But
she
carried
the
child
through
its
time
with
a
minimum
of
discomfort
,
bore
him
with
little
distress
and
recovered
so
quickly
that
Mammy
told
her
privately
it
was
downright
common
--
ladies
should
suffer
more
.
She
felt
little
affection
for
the
child
,
hide
the
fact
though
she
might
.
She
had
not
wanted
him
and
she
resented
his
coming
and
,
now
that
he
was
here
,
it
did
not
seem
possible
that
he
was
hers
,
a
part
of
her
.
Though
she
recovered
physically
from
Wade
's
birth
in
a
disgracefully
short
time
,
mentally
she
was
dazed
and
sick
.
Her
spirits
drooped
,
despite
the
efforts
of
the
whole
plantation
to
revive
them
.
Ellen
went
about
with
a
puckered
,
worried
forehead
and
Gerald
swore
more
frequently
than
usual
and
brought
her
useless
gifts
from
Jonesboro
.
Even
old
Dr.
Fontaine
admitted
that
he
was
puzzled
,
after
his
tonic
of
sulphur
,
molasses
and
herbs
failed
to
perk
her
up
.
He
told
Ellen
privately
that
it
was
a
broken
heart
that
made
Scarlett
so
irritable
and
listless
by
turns
.
But
Scarlett
,
had
she
wished
to
speak
,
could
have
told
them
that
it
was
a
far
different
and
more
complex
trouble
.
She
did
not
tell
them
that
it
was
utter
boredom
,
bewilderment
at
actually
being
a
mother
and
,
most
of
all
,
the
absence
of
Ashley
that
made
her
look
so
woebegone
.
Her
boredom
was
acute
and
ever
present
.
The
County
had
been
devoid
of
any
entertainment
or
social
life
ever
since
the
Troop
had
gone
away
to
war
.
All
of
the
interesting
young
men
were
gone
--
the
four
Tarletons
,
the
two
Calverts
,
the
Fontaines
,
the
Munroes
and
everyone
from
Jonesboro
,
Fayetteville
and
Lovejoy
who
was
young
and
attractive
.
Only
the
older
men
,
the
cripples
and
the
women
were
left
,
and
they
spent
their
time
knitting
and
sewing
,
growing
more
cotton
and
corn
,
raising
more
hogs
and
sheep
and
cows
for
the
army
.
There
was
never
a
sight
of
a
real
man
except
when
the
commissary
troop
under
Suellen
's
middle-aged
beau
,
Frank
Kennedy
,
rode
by
every
month
to
collect
supplies
.
The
men
in
the
commissary
were
not
very
exciting
,
and
the
sight
of
Frank
's
timid
courting
annoyed
her
until
she
found
it
difficult
to
be
polite
to
him
.
If
he
and
Suellen
would
only
get
it
over
with
!
Even
if
the
commissary
troop
had
been
more
interesting
,
it
would
not
have
helped
her
situation
any
.
She
was
a
widow
and
her
heart
was
in
the
grave
.
At
least
,
everyone
thought
it
was
in
the
grave
and
expected
her
to
act
accordingly
.
This
irritated
her
for
,
try
as
she
would
,
she
could
recall
nothing
about
Charles
except
the
dying-calf
look
on
his
face
when
she
told
him
she
would
marry
him
.
And
even
that
picture
was
fading
.
But
she
was
a
widow
and
she
had
to
watch
her
behavior
.
Not
for
her
the
pleasures
of
unmarried
girls
.
She
had
to
be
grave
and
aloof
.
Ellen
had
stressed
this
at
great
length
after
catching
Frank
's
lieutenant
swinging
Scarlett
in
the
garden
swing
and
making
her
squeal
with
laughter
.
Deeply
distressed
,
Ellen
had
told
her
how
easily
a
widow
might
get
herself
talked
about
.
The
conduct
of
a
widow
must
be
twice
as
circumspect
as
that
of
a
matron
.
"
And
God
only
knows
,
"
thought
Scarlett
,
listening
obediently
to
her
mother
's
soft
voice
,
"
matrons
never
have
any
fun
at
all
.
So
widows
might
as
well
be
dead
.
"
A
widow
had
to
wear
hideous
black
dresses
without
even
a
touch
of
braid
to
enliven
them
,
no
flower
or
ribbon
or
lace
or
even
jewelry
,
except
onyx
mourning
brooches
or
necklaces
made
from
the
deceased
's
hair
.
And
the
black
crepe
veil
on
her
bonnet
had
to
reach
to
her
knees
,
and
only
after
three
years
of
widowhood
could
it
be
shortened
to
shoulder
length
.
Widows
could
never
chatter
vivaciously
or
laugh
aloud
.
Even
when
they
smiled
,
it
must
be
a
sad
,
tragic
smile
.
