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Title: The century illustrated monthly magazine
Year: 1882 (1880s)
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Subjects: American literature
Publisher: New York : Century Co.
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
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e looked up, rosegood supply in nice appointments, which, al- immediately, went into the house, from whichthough cheap, were not very common in their he almost momentarily emerged, having ex-class, changed the coat he had worn for a blackMr. Wilby had voted against secession, yet broadcloth, and, readjusting his cravat, camewhen his State had solemnly declared itself out to the gate. When I told him the objectout of the Union, and the war came on, he of my call, he answered politely:became a stanch Confederate, and, being only Certainly, sir. Alight, if you please.thirty years old, felt himself bound to take his Calling to a negro boy, who just then waspart in all the dangers which were to ensue, coming from the horse-lot across the road, heJoining one of the first military companies said: raised in his county, he was made one of its Here, William, take this gentlemans horse, lieutenants, and leaving his business in the and, after putting the buggy under the shelter,Vol. XL.—17. 125
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YOU THINK TRAVIS DID N*T CRY WHEN I TOLD HIM GOOD-BY ? TRAVIS AND MAJOR JONATHAN WILBY. 127 water him, and tell your daddy to see thathe s well taken care of Then you run to thekitchen and tell your mammy that I want tosee her in the dining-room, right away. Hear,William ? Yes, sir, Marse Jonthn, answered theboy, and went briskly to the execution of hisorders. Having escorted me in, and disposed of myhat, umbrella, and satchel, he said : Perhaps it may not suit your habit to siton the piazza after sunset. If not, we will goinside the house. I answered that usually I sat all eveningsoutside unless driven in by stress of cold orother inclement weather. When we were seated,he said: My name is Jonathan Wilby. I gave my own name, and added that I hadlong known of Major Wilby, although I hadnot had the pleasure of meeting him before. Oh, yes, yes, he replied cordially; wehave many common acquaintances. I amreally very glad to know you personally, andthat right here, in this house. Just then

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