Who would
ever have dreamed when this war began that it could go so far? More than
two years of fierce and deadly battles and I can see no end. A deadlock
and neither side willing to yield! How glad would be the men who made
the war to see both sections back where they were two and a half years
ago! and that's no treason.
Water rose in Harry's eyes. He knew how terribly his father's heart
had been torn by the quarrel between North and South, and that he had
thoughts which he did not tell to his son. Harry was beginning at last
to think some of the same thoughts himself. If the South succeeded, then,
after the war, what? Another war later on or reunion.
The rest of the letter was wholly personal, and in the end it directed
Harry, when writing to him, to address his letters care of the Western
Army under General Bragg. Harry was moved and he responded at once.
He went to the hotel in which he had met the young men who constituted
the leading lights in what was called the Mosaic Club, and, securing
writing materials, made a long reply, which he posted with every hope
that it would soon reach its destination.
Early in the evening he rejoined Dalton at the house of the Lanhams and
they found that Mrs.
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