So Rhett consorted with that vile Watling creature and gave her money.That was where the contribution to the hospital came from.Blockade gold.And to think that Rhett would have the gall to look a decent woman in the face after being with that creature!And to think that she could have believed he was in love with her!This proved he couldn't be.
Bad women and all they involved were mysterious and revolting matters to her.She knew that men patronized these women for purposes which no lady should mention—or,if she did mention them,in whispers and by indirection and euphemism.She had always thought that only common vulgar men visited such women.Before this moment,it had never occurred to her that nice men—that is,men she met at nice homes and with whom she danced—could possibly do such things.It opened up an entirely new field of thought and one that was horrifying.Perhaps all men did this!It was bad enough that they forced their wives to go through such indecent performances but to actually seek out low women and pay them for such accommodation!Oh,men were all so vile,and Rhett Butler was the worst of them all!
She would take this handkerchief and fling it in his face and show him the door and never,never speak to him again.But no,of course she couldn't do that.She could never,never let him know that she even realized that bad women existed,much less that he visited them.A lady could never do that.
“Oh,”she thought in fury.“If I just wasn't a lady,what wouldn't I tell that varmint!”
And,crumpling the handkerchief in her hand,she went down the stairs to the kitchen in search of Uncle Peter.As she passed the stove,she shoved the handkerchief into the flames and with impotent anger watched it burn.
Chapter 14
Hope was rolling high in every Southern heart as the summer of 1863came in.Despite privation and hardships,despite food speculators and kindred scourges,despite death and sickness and suffering which had now left their mark on nearly every family,the South was again saying “One more victory and the war is over,”saying it with even more happy assurance than in the summer before.The Yankees were proving a hard nut to crack but they were cracking at last.
Christmas of 1862had been a happy one for Atlanta,for the whole South.The Confederacy had scored a smashing victory at Fredericksburg and the Yankee dead and wounded were counted in the thousands.There was universal rejoicing in that holiday season,rejoicing and thankfulness that the tide was turning.The army in butternut were now seasoned fighters,their generals had proven their mettle,and everyone knew that when the campaign reopened in the spring,the Yankees would be crushed for good and all.
Spring came and the fighting recommenced.May came and the Confederacy won another great victory at Chancellorsville.The South roared with elation.
Closer at home,a Union cavalry dash into Georgia had been turned into a Confederate triumph.Folks were still laughing and slapping each other on the back and saying:“Yes,sir!When old Nathan Bedford Forrest gets after them,they better git!”Late in April,Colonel Streight and eighteen hundred Yankee cavalry had made a surprise raid into Georgia,aiming at Rome,only a little more than sixty miles north of Atlanta.They had ambitious plans to cut the vitally important railroad between Atlanta and Tennessee and then swing southward into Atlanta to destroy the factories and the war supplies concentrated there in that key city of the Confederacy.
It was a bold stroke and it would have cost the South dearly,except for Forrest.With only one-third as many men—but what men and what riders!—he had started after them,engaged them before they even reached Rome,harassed them day and night and finally captured the entire force!
The news reached Atlanta almost simultaneously with the news of the victory at Chancellorsville,and the town fairly rocked with exultation and with laughter.Chancellorsville might be a more important victory but the capture of Streight's raiders made the Yankees positively ridiculous.
“No,sir,they'd better not fool with old Forrest,”Atlanta said gleefully as the story was told over and over.
The tide of the Confederacy's fortune was running strong and full now,sweeping the people jubilantly along on its flood.True,the Yankees under Grant had been besieging Vicksburg since the middle of May.True,the South had suffered a sickening loss when Stonewall Jackson had been fatally wounded at Chancellorsville.True,Georgia had lost one of her bravest and most brilliant sons when General T.R.R.Cobb had been killed at Fredericksburg.But the Yankees just couldn't stand any more defeats like Fredericksburg and Chancellorsville.They'd have to give in,and then this cruel war would be over.
The first days of July came and with them the rumor,later confirmed by dispatches,that Lee was marching into Pennsylvania.Lee in the enemy's territory!Lee forcing battle!This was the last fight of the war!
Atlanta was wild with excitement,pleasure and a hot thirst for vengeance.Now the Yankees would know what it meant to have the war carried into their own country.Now they'd know what it meant to have fertile fields stripped,horses and cattle stolen,houses burned,old men and boys dragged off to prison and women and children turned out to starve.
