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Title: Miss Dexie A Romance of the Provinces
Author: Stanford Eveleth
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MISS DEXIE;

A ROMANCE OF THE PROVINCES.
BY
_STANFORD EVELETH._
TORONTO:
WILLIAM BRIGGS,
WESLEY BUILDINGS.
C.W. COATES, MONTREAL, QUE. S.F. HUESTIS, HALIFAX, N.S.
1895.
Entered according to the Act of the Parliament of Canada, in the year
one thousand eight hundred and ninety-five, by WILLIAM BRIGGS,
Toronto, in the office of the Minister of Agriculture, at Ottawa.
Transcriber's Note: Minor typos have been corrected.

MISS DEXIE;
A ROMANCE OF THE PROVINCES.

INTRODUCTORY--1864 AND WAR TIME.
The war between the North and South has sent a wail of grief into
thousands of homes throughout the land, and the dreadful death-roll is
daily being added to, for battle follows battle, and the slaughter is
appalling, even to those who have been hardened to the sight by
months of action. No wonder that the faces of wives and mothers are
white with anguish--that fearful death-list has carried desolation to their
hearts, and others, just as dear, are obeying the command, "Forward to
Spotsylvania."

Men stop to discuss the situation at street-corners, or hurry to the
telegraph or newspaper offices for the latest news, their anxious faces
telling how their lives have been touched by this outbreak of strife.
Among those who pass along the streets of a New England town, is one
whose genial countenance attracts attention. He is above the average
height, strong and well proportioned, and his quick and energetic step
and wide-awake appearance proclaim him of New England birth.
As he nears a house in the suburbs, a shout of welcome greets him, and
he lifts his eyes and smiles upon a group of young faces in an upper
window; a moment more and the door is thrown open, and childish
forms hurl themselves upon him.
As soon as the children's noisy greeting was over, Mr. Sherwood
entered the room where his wife awaited his appearance, and drawing a
chair near the couch where she was reclining, related the news of the
day.
"Yes, I am later than usual, but I received a despatch from mother, and
that detained me," said he, in answer to her remark. "I have arranged to
run down to the farm to-morrow, as mother says my immediate
presence is necessary."
"And is there no word from Charley yet? His name is not in the list of
killed or wounded, but I fear the worst."
"His wife was at the telegraph office while I was there," said Mr.
Sherwood, as they entered the dining-room. "She expected news every
hour, and will send you word directly she gets a message. I tried to
persuade her to return with me, but she was too anxious to leave the
office until she had some reply to her despatch."
"This is a trying time for wives and sisters, and Charley was my
favorite brother. But what new trouble has happened at the farm, that
you are needed in such haste?" Mrs. Sherwood asked, as she poured out
the tea.

"It seems that mother has heard that I intend joining the new company,
if it is called out, and she has objections which she wishes to make
personally. You know mother is not a Unionist; her southern prejudices
are too strong for that, and the possibility of my joining the northern
army has embittered her mind. You might come with me to-morrow;
the change would do you good," he added.
"My visits to the farm are doubtful pleasures," replied Mrs. Sherwood,
who had but little sympathy with her husband's people, "but any change
will be welcome while this uncertainty exists about my brother. Can I
trust you all to be good and obedient if I leave you in charge of Nurse
Johnson?" she asked, lifting her eyes to the young faces around the
table.
The best of behavior being readily promised, Mrs. Sherwood soon left
the room to make preparations for the unexpected journey, and early
next morning Mr. Sherwood and his wife were on the train bound for
Crofton, the nearest station to the