“I would have liked the infantry,”he said,passing completely over her insinuation,“but when they found that I was a West Pointer—though I did not graduate,Mrs.Elsing,due to a boyish prank—they put me in the artillery,the regular artillery,not the militia.They needed men with specialized knowledge in that last campaign.You know how heavy the losses had been,so many artillerymen killed.It was pretty lonely in the artillery.I didn't see a soul I knew.I don't believe I saw a single man from Atlanta during my whole service.”
“Well!”said Mrs.Elsing,confused.If he had been in the army then she was in the wrong.She had made many sharp remarks about his cowardice and the memory of them made her feel guilty.“Well!And why haven't you ever told anybody about your service?You act as though you were ashamed of it.”
Rhett looked her squarely in the eyes,his face blank.
“Mrs.Elsing,”he said earnestly,“believe me when I say that I am prouder of my services to the Confederacy than of anything I have ever done or will do.I feel—I feel—”
“Well,why do you keep it hidden?”
“I was ashamed to speak of it,in the light of—of some of my former actions.”
Mrs.Elsing reported the contribution and the conversation in detail to Mrs.Merriwether.
“And,Dolly,I give you my word that when he said that about being ashamed,tears came into his eyes!Yes,tears!I nearly cried myself.”
“Stuff and nonsense!”cried Mrs.Merriwether in disbelief.“I don't believe tears came into his eyes any more than I believe he was in the army.And I can find out mighty quick.If he was in that artillery outfit,I can get at the truth,for Colonel Carleton who commanded it married the daughter of one of my grandfather's sisters and I'll write him.”
She wrote Colonel Carleton and to her consternation received a reply praising Rhett's services in no uncertain terms.A born artilleryman,a brave soldier and an uncomplaining gentleman,a modest man who wouldn't even take a commission when it was offered him.
“Well!”said Mrs.Merriwether showing the letter to Mrs.Elsing.“You can knock me down with a feather!Maybe we did misjudge the scamp about not being a soldier.Maybe we should have believed what Scarlett and Melanie said about him enlisting the day the town fell.But,just the same,he's a Scallawag and a rascal and I don't like him!”
“Somehow,”said Mrs.Elsing uncertainly,“somehow,I don't think he's so bad.A man who fought for the Confederacy can't be all bad.It's Scarlett who is the bad one.Do you know,Dolly,I really believe that he—well,he's ashamed of Scarlett but is too much of a gentleman to let on.”
“Ashamed!Pooh!They're both cut out of the same piece of cloth.Where did you ever get such a silly notion?”
“It isn't silly,”said Mrs.Elsing indignantly.“Yesterday,in the pouring rain,he had those three children,even the baby,mind you,out in his carriage riding them up and down Peachtree Street and he gave me a lift home.And when I said:‘Captain Butler,have you lost your mind keeping these children out in the damp?Why don't you take them home?’And he didn't say a word but just looked embarrassed.But Mammy spoke up and said:‘De house full of w'ite trash an'it healthier fer de chillun in de rain dan at home!’”
“What did he say?”
“What could he say?He just scowled at Mammy and passed it over.You know Scarlett was giving a big whist party yesterday afternoon with all those common ordinary women there.I guess he didn't want them kissing his baby.”
“Well!”said Mrs.Merriwether,wavering but still obstinate.But the next week she,too,capitulated.
Rhett now had a desk in the bank.What he did at this desk the bewildered officials of the bank did not know,but he owned too large a block of the stock for them to protest his presence there.After a while they forgot that they had objected to him for he was quiet and well mannered and actually knew something about banking and investments.At any rate he sat at his desk all day,giving every appearance of industry,for he wished to be on equal terms with his respectable fellow townsmen who worked and worked hard.
Mrs.Merriwether,wishing to expand her growing bakery,had tried to borrow two thousand dollars from the bank with her house as security.She had been refused because there were already two mortgages on the house.The stout old lady was storming out of the bank when Rhett stopped her,learned the trouble and said,worriedly:“But there must be some mistake,Mrs.Merriwether.Some dreadful mistake.You of all people shouldn't have to bother about collateral.Why,I'd lend you money just on your word!Any lady who could build up the business you've built up is the best risk in the world.The bank wants to lend money to people like you.Now,do sit down right here in my chair and I will attend to it for you.”
When he came back he was smiling blandly,saying that there had been a mistake,just as he had thought.The two thousand dollars was right there waiting for her whenever she cared to draw against it.Now,about her house—would she just sign right here?
Mrs.Merriwether,torn with indignation and insult,furious that she had to take this favor from a man she disliked and distrusted,was hardly gracious in her thanks.
But he failed to notice it.As he escorted her to the door,he said:“Mrs.Merriwether,I have always had a great regard for your knowledge and I wonder if you could tell me something?”
The plumes on her bonnet barely moved as she nodded.
“What did you do when your Maybelle was little and she sucked her thumb?”
“What?”
“My Bonnie sucks her thumb.I can't make her stop it.”
“You should make her stop it,”said Mrs.Merriwether vigorously.“It will ruin the shape of her mouth.”
“I know!I know!And she has a beautiful mouth.But I don't know what to do.”
“Well,Scarlett ought to know,”said Mrs.Merriwether shortly.“She's had two other children.”
Rhett looked down at his shoes and sighed.
“I've tried putting soap under her finger nails,”he said,passing over her remark about Scarlett.
