Miss Dexie | Page 2

old home farm.
While they are on the way, a glance at the history of his parents will
explain how matters stand at the homestead.
Squire Sherwood was a well-to-do farmer, who was well known
outside of his own village, having held several public offices at various
times, but these had been given up in order to superintend his fine farm,
which years of toil had brought into a high state of cultivation. Early in
life, while doing business in Louisiana, he had married a southern lady;
but a few years later he came into possession of the farm, and they
moved North.
His wife found the change very great, and often sighed for the
luxurious life of her southern home; but she fell into New England
ways more readily than might have been expected. When she moved
north, she brought Dinah, who was her particular property, with her;
indeed, Dinah was so much attached to her young mistress that she
refused to be left behind, and life on the farm was made more
endurable by her services. When, in the course of time, a son was born,
he was placed in Dinah's care, and little Clarence was as fond of his

black nurse as was ever the southern-born child of its black "mammy"
of the southern plantation.
But Mrs. Sherwood did not lose her individuality by her marriage. The
peculiar institution of the South she would like to have seen extended
to the North as well, and when the disruption took place her sympathies
were with those of her old home; she was heart and soul a southerner.
Up to this time the same friendly feeling existed between mistress and
maid as when they had lived under a sunnier sky; but the sentiments
engendered by the hated Abolitionists, soon found vent in sharp words,
and other abuses, that hitherto the faithful creature had never known.
Dinah felt keenly the change in her mistress, but bore it patiently,
thinking it would soon pass; but village gossip soon spread the report of
Mrs. Sherwood's treatment of her black servant, and the southern
sentiments, so openly expressed, caused the family to lose the
estimation of their neighbors, and gained instead their animosity. Party
feeling ran high, and the villagers declared that if there was another
draft made, the son should be made to fight against the avowed
principles of the mother, and as the sentiments of both parties grew
stronger as the war advanced, it brought matters to a crisis.
Hence the telegram requesting the son's presence at the farm.
When the train arrived at Crofton, the carriage was waiting for the
travellers, in charge of the hired man, and they were soon driving along
the familiar road to the homestead.
"What is the matter at home, Joe?" said Mr. Sherwood. "Are all well?"
"Yes, all well, sir," and Joe touched the horse lightly with the whip;
"but the war news is troubling them, and making your mother very
anxious about you."
Joe was an old and trusted servant, having lived with the family for
years, and so much confidence was placed in him that he seemed like
one of the family. When they arrived at the farmhouse, the son wished
to know at once why he was sent for in such haste, but his father

replied: "Plenty time, Clarence, plenty time ahead of us to talk about
the matter; let us have dinner before we discuss troublesome
questions."
But the mother's heart was too full of anxiety to wait, and she asked: "Is
it true, Clarence, that you are going to join the Union army?"
"Well, I am ready to do my duty, mother," he replied, in a conciliating
tone, "but I have not yet joined the company, so you need not be
anxious about me until you have cause."
"But I have cause already! I hear that another draft is soon to be made,
and the people around here are determined that you shall be drawn into
the fight, if only to spite me, but if you enter the army at all it should
not be on the Unionists' side; that would be taking up arms against your
kith and kin, and no son of mine must do that!"
A look of terror spread over the face of the son's wife. Was her husband
to be torn from her side, as the mother feared?
"I cannot argue this question with you, mother, lest we should not
agree," said the son, gently. "It is a pity that as a family our interests are
so divided; but others have placed their interests against kith and kin,
and, if duty called, I should have to do the same. I own that at present I
shrink from the call, as the forces seem concentrated near my