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Thankful Blossom
by
“It has been said,” said Thankful Blossom quickly, “that my father has given entertainment knowingly to two spies,–two spies that, begging your Excellency’s pardon, and the pardon of Congress, I know only as two honorable gentlemen who have as honorably tendered me their affections. It is said, and basely and most falsely too, that my sweetheart, Capt. Allan Brewster, has lodged this information. I have ridden here to deny it. I have ridden here to demand of you that an honest woman’s reputation shall not be sacrificed to the interests of politics; that a prying mob of ragamuffins shall not be sent to an honest farmer’s house to spy and spy–and turn a poor girl out of doors that they might do it. ‘Tis shameful, so it is; there! ’tis most scandalous, so it is: there, now! Spies, indeed! what are THEY, pray?”
In the indignation which the recollection of her wrongs had slowly gathered in her, from the beginning of this speech, she had advanced her face, rosy with courage, and beautiful in its impertinence, within a few inches of the dignified features and quiet gray eyes of the great commander. To her utter stupefaction, he bent his head and kissed her, with a grave benignity, full on the centre of her audacious forehead.
“Be seated, I beg, Mistress Blossom,” he said, taking her cold hand in his, and quietly replacing her in the unoccupied chair. “Be seated, I beg, and give me, if you can, your attention for a moment. The officer intrusted with the ungracious task of occupying your father’s house is a member of my military family, and a gentleman. If he has so far forgotten himself–if he has so far disgraced himself and me as–“
“No! no!” uttered Thankful, with feverish alacrity, “the gentleman was most considerate. On the contrary–mayhap–I”–she hesitated, and then came to a full stop, with a heightened color, as a vivid recollection of that gentleman’s face, with the mark of her riding-whip lying across it, rose before her.
“I was about to say that Major Van Zandt, as a gentleman, has known how to fully excuse the natural impulses of a daughter,” continued Washington, with a look of perfect understanding; “but let me now satisfy you on another point, where it would seem we greatly differ.”
He walked to the door, and summoned his servant, to whom he gave an order. In another moment the fresh-faced young officer who had at first admitted her re-appeared with a file of official papers. He glanced slyly at Thankful Blossom’s face with an amused look, as if he had already heard the colloquy between her and his superior officer, and had appreciated that which neither of the earnest actors in the scene had themselves felt,–a certain sense of humor in the situation.
Howbeit, standing before them, Col. Hamilton gravely turned over the file of papers. Thankful bit her lips in embarrassment. A slight feeling of awe, and a presentiment of some fast-coming shame; a new and strange consciousness of herself, her surroundings, of the dignity of the two men before her; an uneasy feeling of the presence of two ladies who had in some mysterious way entered the room from another door, and who seemed to be intently regarding her from afar with a curiosity as if she were some strange animal; and a wild premonition that her whole future life and happiness depended upon the events of the next few moments,–so took possession of her, that the brave girl trembled for a moment in her isolation and loneliness. In another instant Col. Hamilton, speaking to his superior, but looking obviously at one of the ladies who had entered, handed a paper to Washington, and said, “Here are the charges.”
“Read them,” said the general coldly.
Col. Hamilton, with a manifest consciousness of another hearer than Mistress Blossom and his general, read the paper. It was couched in phrases of military and legal precision, and related briefly, that upon the certain and personal knowledge of the writer, Abner Blossom of the “Blossom Farm” was in the habit of entertaining two gentlemen, namely, the “Count Ferdinand” and the “Baron Pomposo,” suspected enemies of the cause, and possible traitors to the Continental army. It was signed by Allan Brewster, late captain in the Connecticut Contingent.