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d was laid upon it。
It was a glorious spree for the gang which had Georgia by the throat。 There was an orgy of grabbing and over all there was a cold cynicism about open theft in high places that was chilling to contemplate。 Protests and efforts to resist accomplished nothing； for the state government was being upheld and supported by the power of the United States Army。
Atlanta cursed the name of Bullock and his Scalawags and Republicans and they cursed the name of anyone connected with them。 And Rhett was connected with them。 He had been in with them； so everyone said； in all their schemes。 But now； he turned against the stream in which he had drifted so short a while before； and began swimming arduously back against the current。
He went about his campaign slowly； subtly； not arousing the suspicions of Atlanta by the spectacle of a leopard trying to change his spots overnight。 He avoided his dubious cronies and was seen no more in the company of Yankee officers； Scalawags and Republicans。 He attended Democratic rallies and he ostentatiously voted the Democratic ticket。 He gave up high…stake card games and stayed comparatively sober。 If he went to Belle Watling’s house at all； he went by night and by stealth as did more respectable townsmen； instead of leaving his horse hitched in front of her door in the afternoons as an advertisement of his presence within。
And the congregation of the Episcopal Church almost fell out of their pews when he tiptoed in； late for services； with Wade’s hand held in his。 The congregation was as much stunned by Wade’s appearance as by Rhett’s； for the little boy was supposed to be a Catholic。 At least； Scarlett was one。 Or she was supposed to be one。 But she had not put foot in the church in years； for religion had gone from her as many of Ellen’s other teachings had gone。 Everyone thought she had neglected her boy’s religious education and thought more of Rhett for trying to rectify the matter； even if he did take the boy to the Episcopal Church instead of the Catholic。
Rhett could be grave of manner and charming when he chose to restrain his tongue and keep his black eyes from dancing maliciously。 It had been years since he had chosen to do this but he did it now； putting on gravity and charm； even as he put on waistcoats of more sober hues。 It was not difficult to gain a foothold of friendliness with the men who owed their necks to him。 They would have showed their appreciation long ago； had Rhett not acted as if their appreciation were a matter of small moment。 Now； Hugh Elsing； René； the Simmons boys； Andy Bonnell and the others found him pleasant； diffident about putting himself forward and embarrassed when they spoke of the obligation they owed him。
“It was nothing；” he would protest。 “In my place you’d have all done the same thing。”
He subscribed handsomely to the fund for the repairs of the Episcopal Church and he gave a large； but not vulgarly large； contribution to the Association for the Beautification of the Graves of Our Glorious Dead。 He sought out Mrs。 Elsing to make this donation and embarrassedly begged that she keep his gift a secret； knowing very well that this would spur her to spreading the news。 Mrs。 Elsing hated to take his money—“speculator money”—but the Association needed money badly。
“I don’t see why you of all people should be subscribing；” she said acidly。
When Rhett told her with the proper sober mien that he was moved to contribute by the memories of former comrades in arms； braver than he but less fortunate； who now lay in unmarked graves； Mrs。 Elsing’s aristocratic jaw dropped。 Dolly Merriwether had told her Scarlett had said Captain Butler was in the army but； of course； she hadn’t believed it。 Nobody had believed it。
“You in the army？ What was your company—your regiment？”
Rhett gave them。
“Oh； the artillery！ Everyone I knew was either in the cavalry or the infantry。 Then； that explains—” She broke off； disconcerted； expecting to see his eyes snap with that ice。 But he only looked down and toyed with his watch chain。
“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 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 did 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 Carlton 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 Scalawag 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