s were； how the Confederate Army was faring； what had happened to Atlanta and to old friends。 Frank； whose work took him all over the section； was as good as a newspaper； better even； for he was kin to or knew almost everyone from Macon north to Atlanta； and he could supply bits of interesting personal gossip which the papers always omitted。 To cover his embarrassment at being caught by Scarlett； he plunged hastily into a recital of news。 The Confederates； he told them； had retaken Atlanta after Sherman marched out； but it was a valueless prize as Sherman had burned it completely。
“But I thought Atlanta burned the night I left；” cried Scarlett； bewildered。 “I thought our boys burned it！”
“Oh； no； Miss Scarlett！” cried Frank； shocked。 “We’d never burn one of our own towns with our own folks in it！ What you saw burning was the warehouses and the supplies we didn’t want the Yankees to capture and the foundries and the ammunition。 But that was all。 When Sherman took the town the houses and stores were standing there as pretty as you please。 And he quartered his men in them。”
“But what happened to the people？ Did he—did he kill them？”
“He killed some—but not with bullets；” said the one…eyed soldier grimly。 “Soon’s he marched into Atlanta he told the mayor that all the people in town would have to move out； every living soul。 And there were plenty of old folks that couldn’t stand the trip and sick folks that ought not to have been moved and ladies who were—well； ladies who hadn’t ought to be moved either。 And he moved them out in the biggest rainstorm you ever saw； hundreds and hundreds of them； and dumped them in the woods near Rough and Ready and sent word to General Hood to come and get them。 And a plenty of the folks died of pneumonia and not being able to stand that sort of treatment。”
“Oh； but why did he do that？ They couldn’t have done him any harm；” cried Melanie。
“He said he wanted the town to rest his men and horses in；” said Frank。 “And he rested them there till the middle of November and then he lit out。 And he set fire to the whole town when he left and burned everything。”
“Oh； surely not everything！” cried the girls in dismay。
It was inconceivable that the bustling town they knew； so full of people； so crowded with soldiers； was gone。 All the lovely homes beneath shady trees； all the big stores and the fine hotels—surely they couldn’t be gone！ Melanie seemed ready to burst into tears； for she had been born there and knew no other home。 Scarlett’s heart sank because she had come to love the place second only to Tara。
“Well； almost everything；” Frank amended hastily； disturbed by the expressions on their faces。 He tried to look cheerful； for he did not believe in upsetting ladies。 Upset ladies always upset him and made him feel helpless。 He could not bring himself to tell them the worst。 Let them find out from some one else。
He could not tell them what the army saw when it marched back into Atlanta； the acres and acres of chimneys standing blackly above ashes； piles of half…burned rubbish and tumbled heaps of brick clogging the streets； old trees dying from fire； their charred limbs tumbling to the ground in the cold wind。 He remembered how the sight had turned him sick； remembered the bitter curses of the Confederates when they saw the remains of the town。 He hoped the ladies would never hear of the horrors of the looted cemetery； for they’d never get over that。 Charlie Hamilton and Melanie’s mother and father were buried there。 The sight of that cemetery still gave Frank nightmares。 Hoping to find jewelry buried with the dead； the Yankee soldiers had broken open vaults； dug up graves。 They had robbed the bodies； stripped from the coffins gold and silver name plates； silver trimmings and silver handles。 The skeletons and corpses； flung helter…skelter among their splintered caskets； lay exposed and so pitiful。
And Frank couldn’t tell them about the dogs and the cats。 Ladies set such a store by pets。 But the thousands of starving animals； left homeless when their masters had been so rudely evacuated； had shocked him almost as much as the cemetery； for Frank loved cats and dogs。 The animals had been frightened； cold； ravenous； wild as forest creatures； the strong attacking the weak； the weak waiting for the weaker to die so they could eat them。 And； above the ruined town； the buzzards splotched the wintry sky with graceful； sinister bodies。
Frank cast about in his mind for some mitigating information that would make the ladies feel better。
“There’s some houses still standing；” he said； “houses that set on big lots away from other houses and didn’t catch fire。 And the churches and the Masonic hall are left And a few stores too。 But the business section and all along the railroad tracks and at Five Points—well； ladies； that part of town is flat on the ground。”
“Then；” cried Scarlett…bitterly； “that warehouse Charlie left me； down on the tracks； it’s gone too？”
“If it was near the tracks； it’s gone； but—” Suddenly he smiled。 Why hadn’t he thought of it before？ “Cheer up； ladies！ Your Aunt Pitty’s house is still standing。 It’s kind of damaged but there it is。”
“Oh； how did it escape？”
“Well； it’s made of brick and it’s got about the only slate roof in Atlanta and that kept the sparks from setting it afire； I guess。 And then it’s about the last house on the north end of town and the fire wasn’t so bad over that way。 Of course； the Yankees quartered there tore it up aplenty。 They even burned the baseboard and the mahogany stair rail for firewood； but shucks！ It’s in good shape。 When I saw Miss Pitty last week in Macon—”
“You saw her？ How is she？”
“Just fine。 Just fine。 When I told her her house was still standing； she made up her mind to come home right away。 That is—if that old darky； Peter； will let her come。 Lots of the Atlanta people have already come back； because they got nervous about Macon。 Sherman didn’t take Macon but everybody is afraid Wilson’s raiders will get there soon and he’s worse than Sherman。”
“But how silly of them to come back if there aren’t any houses！ Where do they live？”
“Miss Scarlett； they’re living in tents and shacks and log cabins and doubling up six and seven families in the few houses still standing。 And they’re trying to rebuild。 Now； Miss Scarlett； don’t say they are silly。 You know Atlanta folks as well as I do。 They are plumb set on that town； most as bad as Charlestonians are about Charleston； and it’ll take more than Yankees and a burning to keep them away。 Atlanta folks are—begging your pardon； Miss Melly—as stubborn as mules about Atlanta。 I don’t know why； for I always thought that town a mighty pushy； impudent sort of place。 But then； I’m a countryman born and I don’t like any town。 And let me tell you； the ones who are getting back first are the smart ones。 The ones who come back last won’t find a stick or stone or brick of their houses； because everybody’s out salvaging things all over town to rebuild their houses。 Just day before yesterday； I saw Mrs。 Merriwether and Miss Maybelle and their old darky woman out collecting brick in a wheelbarrow。 And Mrs。 Meade told me she was thinking about building a log cabin when the doctor comes back to help her。 She said she lived in a log cabin when she first came to Atlanta； when it was Marthasville； and it wouldn’t bother her none to do it again。 ‘Course； she was only joking but that shows you how they feel about it。”
“I think they’ve got a lot of spirit；” said Melanie proudly。 “Don’t you； Scarlett？”
Scarlett nodded； a grim pleasure and pride in her adopted town filling her。 As Frank said； it was a pushy； impudent place and that was why she liked it。 It wasn’t hidebound and stick…in…the…muddish like the older towns and it had a brash exuberance that matched her own。 “I’m like Atlanta；” she thought。 “It takes more than Yankees or a burning to keep me down。”
“If Aunt Pitty is going back to Atlanta； we’d better go back and stay with her； Scarlett；” said Melanie； interrupting her train of thought。 “She’ll die of fright alone。”
“Now； how can I leave here； Melly？” Scarlett asked crossly。 “If you are so anxious to go； go。 I won’t stop you。”
“Oh； I didn’t mean it that way； darling；” cried Melanie； flushing with distress。 “How thoughtless of me！ Of course； you can’t leave Tara and—and I guess Uncle Peter and Cookie can take care of Auntie。”
“There’s nothing to keep you from going；” Scarlett pointed out； shortly。
“You know I wouldn’t leave you；” answered Melanie。 “And I—I would be just frightened to death without you。”
“Suit yourself。 Besides； you wouldn’t catch me going back to Atlanta。 Just as soon as they get a few houses up； Sherman will come back and burn it again。”
“He won’t be back；” said Frank and； despite his efforts； his face drooped。 “He’s gone on through the state to the coast。 Savannah was captured this week and they say the Yankees are going on up into South Carolina。”
“Savannah taken！”
“Yes。 Why； ladies； Savannah couldn’t help but fall。 They didn’t have enough men to hold it； though they used every man they could get—every man who could drag one foot after another。 Do you know that when the Yankees were marching on Milledgeville； they called out all the cadets from the military academies； no matter how young they were； and even opened the state penitentiary to get fresh troops？ Yes； sir； they turned loose every convict who was willing to fight and promised him a pardon if he lived through the war。 It kind of gave me the creeps to see those little cadets in the ranks with thieves and cutthroats。”
“They turned loose the convicts on us！”
“Now； Miss Scarlett； don’t you get upset。 They’re a long way off from here； and furthermore they’re making good soldiers。 I guess being a thief don’t keep a man from being a good soldier； does it？”
“I think it’s wonderful；” said Melanie softly。
“Well； I don’t；” said Scarlett flatly。 “There’s thieves enough running around the country anyway； what with the Yankees and—” She caught herself in time but the men laughed。
“What with Yankees and our commis