My Lady of the North. Randall Parrish
tion>
Randall Parrish
My Lady of the North
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4064066214135
Table of Contents
The Love Story of a Gray-Jacket
CHAPTER I. — A DESPATCH FOR LONGSTREET
CHAPTER III. — AN UNWELCOME GUEST
CHAPTER IV. — A WOMAN WITH A TEMPER
CHAPTER V. — A DISASTER ON THE ROAD
CHAPTER VI. — A STRUGGLE IN THE DARK
CHAPTER VII. — A DISCIPLE OF SIR WALTER
CHAPTER VIII. — MRS. BUNGAY DEFENDS HER HEARTHSTONE
CHAPTER IX. — IN THE HANDS OF THE ENEMY
CHAPTER X. — A WOMAN'S TENDERNESS
CHAPTER XI. — IN THE PRESENCE OF SHERIDAN
CHAPTER XII. — UNDER SENTENCE OF DEATH
CHAPTER XIII. — A STRANGE WAY OUT
CHAPTER XIV. — I BECOME A COLONEL OF ARTILLERY
CHAPTER XV. — AT THE STAFF OFFICERS' BALL
CHAPTER XVI. — THE WOMAN I LOVED
CHAPTER XVII. — THROUGH THE CAMP OF THE ENEMY
CHAPTER XVIII. — THE REPUTATION OF A WOMAN
CHAPTER XIX. — THE CAVALRY OUTPOST
CHAPTER XX. — A DEMON ON HORSEBACK
CHAPTER XXI. — REINFORCEMENTS FOR EARLY
CHAPTER XXII. — THE BATTLE IN THE SHENANDOAH
CHAPTER XXIII. — FIELD HOSPITAL, SIXTH CORPS
CHAPTER XXIV. — A NIGHT RIDE OF THE WOUNDED
CHAPTER XXV. — A LOST REGIMENT
CHAPTER XXVI. — THE SCOUTING DETAIL
CHAPTER XXVII. — AN EMBARRASSING SITUATION
CHAPTER XXVIII. — WE CAPTURE A COURIER
CHAPTER XXIX. — A MISSION FOR BEELZEBUB
CHAPTER XXX. — A UNION OF YANK AND REB
CHAPTER XXXI. — A CONVERSATION IN THE DARK
CHAPTER XXXIII. — A BELLIGERENT GERMAN
CHAPTER XXXIV. — THE WORDS OF LOVE
CHAPTER XXXV. — A PLAN MISCARRIED
CHAPTER XXXVI. — THE LAST RESORT OF GENTLEMEN
CHAPTER XXXVII. — THE LAST GOOD-BYE
CHAPTER XXXVIII. — THE FURLING OF THE FLAGS
CHAPTER XXXIX. — MY LADY OF THE NORTH
The Love Story of a Gray-Jacket
CHAPTER I. — A DESPATCH FOR LONGSTREET
It was a bare, plain interior—the low table at which he sat an unplaned board, his seat a box, made softer by a folded blanket. His only companions were two aides, standing silent beside the closed entrance, anxious to anticipate his slightest need.
He will abide in my memory forever as I saw him then—although we were destined to meet often afterwards—that old gray hero, whose masterly strategy held at bay for so long those mighty forces hurled on our constantly thinning lines of defence. To me the history of war has never contained his equal, and while I live I shall love and revere him as I can love and revere no other man.
“General Lee,” said one of the aides, as I