The sudden overturn of the Republicans did not bring joy to everyone.There was consternation in the ranks of the Scallawags,the Carpetbaggers and the Republicans.The Gelerts and Hundons,evidently apprised of Bullock's departure before his resignation became public,left town abruptly,disappearing into that oblivion from which they had come.The other Carpetbaggers and Scallawags who remained were uncertain,frightened,and they hovered together for comfort,wondering what the legislative investigation would bring to light concerning their own private affairs.They were not insolent now.They were stunned,bewildered,afraid.And the ladies who called on Scarlett said over and over:
“But who would have thought it would turn out this way?We thought the governor was too powerful.We thought he was here to stay.We thought—”
Scarlett was equally bewildered by the turn of events,despite Rhett's warning as to the direction it would take.It was not that she was sorry Bullock had gone and the Democrats were back again.Though no one would have believed it she,too,felt a grim happiness that the Yankee rule was at last thrown off.She remembered all too vividly her struggles during those first days of Reconstruction,her fears that the soldiers and the Carpetbaggers would confiscate her money and her property.She remembered her helplessness and her panic at her helplessness and her hatred of the Yankees who had imposed this galling system upon the South.And she had never stopped hating them.But,in trying to make the best of things,in trying to obtain complete security,she had gone with the conquerors.No matter how much she disliked them,she had surrounded herself with them,cut herself off from her old friends and her old ways of living.And now the power of the conquerors was at an end.She had gambled on the continuance of the Bullock regime and she had lost.
As she looked about her,that Christmas of 1871,the happiest Christmas the state had known in over ten years,she was disquieted.She could not help seeing that Rhett,once the most execrated man in Atlanta,was now one of the most popular,for he had humbly recanted his Republican heresies and given his time and money and labor and thought to helping Georgia fight her way back.When he rode down the streets,smiling,tipping his hat,the small blue bundle that was Bonnie perched before him on his saddle,everyone smiled back,spoke with enthusiasm and looked with affection on the little girl.Whereas,she,Scarlett—
Chapter 59
There was no doubt in anyone's mind that Bonnie Butler was running wild and needed a firm hand but she was so general a favorite that no one had the heart to attempt the necessary firmness.She had first gotten out of control during the months when she traveled with her father.When she had been with Rhett in New Orleans and Charleston she had been permitted to sit up as late as she pleased and had gone to sleep in his arms in theaters,restaurants and at card tables.Thereafter,nothing short of force would make her go to bed at the same time as the obedient Ella.While she had been away with him,Rhett had let her wear any dress she chose and,since that time,she had gone into tantrums when Mammy tried to dress her in dimity frocks and pinafores instead of blue taffeta and lace collars.
There seemed no way to regain the ground which had been lost when the child was away from home and later when Scarlett had been ill and at Tara.As Bonnie grew older Scarlett tried to discipline her,tried to keep her from becoming too headstrong and spoiled,but with little success.Rhett always sided with the child,no matter how foolish her desires or how outrageous her behavior.He encouraged her to talk and treated her as an adult,listening to her opinions with apparent seriousness and pretending to be guided by them.As a result,Bonnie interrupted her elders whenever she pleased and contradicted her father and put him in his place.He only laughed and would not permit Scarlett even to slap the little girl's hand by way of reprimand.
“If she wasn't such a sweet,darling thing,she'd be impossible,”thought Scarlett ruefully,realizing that she had a child with a will equal to her own.“She adores Rhett and he could make her behave better if he wanted to.”
But Rhett showed no inclination to make Bonnie behave.Whatever she did was right and if she wanted the moon she could have it,if he could reach it for her.His pride in her beauty,her curls,her dimples,her graceful little gestures was boundless.He loved her pertness,her high spirits and the quaint sweet manner she had of showing her love for him.For all her spoiled and willful ways she was such a lovable child that he lacked the heart to try to curb her.He was her god,the center of her small world,and that was too precious for him to risk losing by reprimands.
She clung to him like a shadow.She woke him earlier than he cared to wake,sat beside him at the table,eating alternately from his plate and her own,rode in front of him on his horse and permitted no one but Rhett to undress her and put her to sleep in the small bed beside his.
It amused and touched Scarlett to see the iron hand with which her small child ruled her father.Who would have thought that Rhett,of all people,would take fatherhood so seriously?But sometimes a dart of jealousy went through Scarlett because Bonnie,at the age of four,understood Rhett better than she had ever understood him and could manage him better than she had ever managed him.
