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Author: Martha Finley
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ELSIE'S WOMANHOOD
A sequel to "ELSIE'S GIRLHOOD"

By MARTHA FINLEY
Complete Authorized Edition
Published by arrangement with Dodd, Mead and Company
A Burt Book BLUE RIBBON BOOKS, Inc.
New York

Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1875, by
DODD & MEAD
In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.
1903,
BY MARTHA FINLEY
1917,
BY CHARLES B. FINLEY

Preface.
The call for a sequel to "Elsie's Girlhood" having become too loud and
importunate to be resisted, the pleasant task of writing it was
undertaken.
Dates compelled the bringing in of the late war: and it has been the
earnest desire and effort of the author to so treat the subject as to
wound the feelings of none; to be as impartial as if writing history; and,
by drawing a true, though alas, but faint picture, of the great losses and
sufferings on both sides, to make the very thought of a renewal of the
awful strife utterly abhorrent to every lover of humanity, and

especially of this, our own dear native land.
Are we not one people: speaking the same language; worshipping the
one true and living God; having a common history, a common ancestry;
and united by the tenderest ties of blood? And is not this great grand,
glorious old Union--known and respected all over the world--our
common country, our joy and pride? O! let us forget all bitterness, and
live henceforth in love, harmony, and mutual helpfulness.
For all I know of the Teche country I am indebted to Mr. Edward
King's "Old and New Louisiana"; for facts and dates in regard to the
war, and in large measure for Mr. Dinsmore's views as to its causes,
etc., principally to Headley's "History of the Great Rebellion."
The description of Andersonville, and the life led by the prisoners there,
was supplied by one who shared it for six months. An effort was made
to obtain a sketch of a Northern prison also, but without success.
Yet what need to balance accounts in respect to these matters? The
unnatural strife is over, and we are again one united people.
M.F.
CHAPTER FIRST.
"Oh! there is one affection which no stain Of earth can ever
darken;--when two find, The softer and the manlier, that a chain Of
kindred taste has fastened mind to mind." --PERCIVAL'S POEMS.
In one of the cool green alleys at the Oaks, Rose and Adelaide
Dinsmore were pacing slowly to and fro, each with an arm about the
other's waist, in girlish fashion, while they conversed together in low,
confidential tones.
At a little distance to one side, the young son and heir had thrown
himself prone upon the grass in the shade of a magnificent oak,
story-book in hand. Much interested he seemed in his book, yet
occasionally his eye would wander from its fascinating pages to watch,

with pride and delight, the tiny Rosebud steady herself against a tree,
then run with eager, tottering steps and a crow of delight into her
nurse's outstretched arms, to be hugged, kissed, praised, and coaxed to
try it over again.
As Rose and Adelaide turned at one end of the alley, Mr. Horace
Dinsmore entered it at the other. Hurriedly approaching the little
toddler, he stooped and held out his hands, saying, in tender,
half-tremulous tones, "Come, darling, come to papa."
She ran into his arms, crying, "Papa," in her sweet baby voice, and
catching her up, he covered her face with kisses; then, holding her
clasped fondly to his breast, walked on towards his wife and sister.
"What is it, Horace?" asked Rose anxiously, as they neared each other;
for she saw that his face was pale and troubled.
"I bring you strange tidings, my Rose," he answered low and sadly, as
she laid her hand upon his arm with an affectionate look up into his
face.
Hers grew pale. "Bad news from home?" she almost gasped.
"No, no; I've had no word from our absent relatives or friends, and I'm
not sure I ought to call it bad news either; though I cannot yet think of
it with equanimity,