eminole wars and in Mexico； silver…mounted dueling pistols； pocket derringers； double…barreled hunting pieces and handsome new rifles of English make with shining stocks of fine wood。
Drill always ended in the saloons of Jonesboro； and by nightfall so many fights had broken out that the officers were hard put to ward off casualties until the Yankees could inflict them。 It was during one of these brawls that Stuart Tarleton had shot Cade Calvert and Tony Fontaine had shot Brent。 The twins had been at home； freshly expelled from the University of Virginia； at the time the Troop was organized and they had joined enthusiastically； but after the shooting episode； two months ago； their mother had packed them off to the state university； with orders to stay there。 They had sorely missed the excitement of the drills while away； and they counted education well lost if only they could ride and yell and shoot off rifles in the company of their friends。
“Well； let’s cut across country to Abel’s；” suggested Brent。 “We can go through Mr。 O’Hara’s river bottom and the Fontaine’s pasture and get there in no time。”
“We ain’ gwine git nothin’ ter eat ‘cept possum an’ greens；” argued Jeems。
“You ain’t going to get anything；” grinned Stuart “Because you are going home and tell Ma that we won’t be home for supper。”
“No； Ah ain’！” cried Jeems in alarm。 “No； Ah ain’！ Ah doan git no mo’ fun outer havin’ Miss Beetriss lay me out dan y’all does。 Fust place she’ll ast me huccome Ah let y’all git expelled agin。 An’ nex’ thing； huccome Ah din’ bring y’all home ternight so she could lay you out An’ den she’ll light on me lak a duck on a June bug； an’ fust thing Ah know Ah’ll be ter blame fer it all。 Ef y’all doan tek me ter Mist’ Wynder’s； Ah’ll lay out in de woods all night an’ maybe de patterollers git me； ‘cause Ah heap ruther de patterollers git me dan Miss Beetriss when she in a state。”
The twins looked at the determined black boy in perplexity and indignation。
“He’d be just fool enough to let the patterollers get him and that would give Ma something else to talk about for weeks。 I swear； darkies are more trouble。 Sometimes I think the Abolitionists have got the right idea。”
“Well； it wouldn’t be right to make Jeems face what we don’t want to face。 We’ll have to take him。 But； look； you impudent black fool； if you put on any airs in front of the Wynder darkies and hint that we all the time have fried chicken and ham； while they don’t have nothing but rabbit and possum； I’ll—I’ll tell Ma。 And we won’t let you go to the war with us； either。”
“Airs？ Me put on airs fo’ dem cheap niggers？ Nawsuh； Ah got better manners。 Ain’ Miss Beetriss taught me manners same as she taught y’all？”
“She didn’t do a very good job on any of the three of us；” said Stuart。 “Come on； let’s get going。”
He backed his big red horse and then； putting spurs to his side； lifted him easily over the split rail fence into the soft field of Gerald O’Hara’s plantation。 Brent’s horse followed and then Jeems’； with Jeems clinging to pommel and mane。 Jeems did not like to jump fences； but he had jumped higher ones than this in order to keep up with his masters。
As they picked their way across the red furrows and down the hill to the river bottom in the deepening dusk； Brent yelled to his brother：
“Look； Stu！ Don’t it seem like to you that Scarlett would have asked us to supper？”
“I kept thinking she would；” yelled Stuart “Why do you suppose 。。。”
CHAPTER II
WHEN THE TWINS left Scarlett standing on the porch of Tara and the last sound of flying hooves had died away； she went back to her chair like a sleepwalker。 Her face felt stiff as from pain and her mouth actually hurt from having stretched it； unwillingly； in smiles to prevent the twins from learning her secret。 She sat down wearily； tucking one foot under her； and her heart swelled up with misery； until it felt too large for her bosom。 It beat with odd little jerks； her hands were cold； and a feeling of disaster oppressed her。 There were pain and bewilderment in her face； the bewilderment of a pampered child who has always had her own way for the asking and who now； for the first time； was in contact with the unpleasantness of life。
Ashley to marry Melanie Hamilton！
Oh； it couldn’t be true！ The twins were mistaken。 They were playing one of their jokes on her。 Ashley couldn’t； couldn’t be in love with her。 Nobody could； not with a mousy little person like Melanie。 Scarlett recalled with contempt Melanie’s thin childish figure； her serious heart…shaped face that was plain almost to homeliness。 And Ashley couldn’t have seen her in months。 He hadn’t been in Atlanta more than twice since the house party he gave last year at Twelve Oaks。 No； Ashley couldn’t be in love with Melanie； because—oh； she couldn’t be mistaken！—because he was in love with her！ She； Scarlett； was the one he loved—she knew it！
Scarlett heard Mammy’s lumbering tread shaking the floor of the hall and she hastily untucked her foot and tried to rearrange her face in more placid lines。 It would never do for Mammy to suspect that anything was wrong。 Mammy felt that she owned the O’Haras； body and soul； that their secrets were her secrets； and even a hint of a mystery was enough to set her upon the trail as relentlessly as a bloodhound。 Scarlett knew from experience that； if Mammy’s curiosity were not immediately satisfied； she would take up the matter with Ellen； and then Scarlett would be forced to reveal everything to her mother； or think up some plausible lie。
Mammy emerged from the hall； a huge old woman with the small； shrewd eyes of an elephant。 She was shining black； pure African； devoted to her last drop of blood to the O’Haras； Ellen’s mainstay； the despair of her three daughters； the terror of the other house servants。 Mammy was black； but her code of conduct and her sense of pride were as high as or higher than those of her owners。 She had been raised in the bedroom of Solange Robillard； Ellen O’Hara’s mother； a dainty； cold； high…nosed Frenchwoman； who spared neither her children nor her servants their just punishment for any infringement of decorum。 She had been Ellen’s mammy and had come with her from Savannah to the up…country when she married。 Whom Mammy loved； she chastened。 And； as her love for Scarlett and her pride in her were enormous； the chastening process was practically continuous。
“Is de gempmum gone？ Huccome you din’ ast dem ter stay fer supper； Miss Scarlett？ Ah done tole Poke ter lay two extry plates fer dem。 Whar’s yo’ manners？”
“Oh； I was so tired of hearing them talk about the war that I couldn’t have endured it through supper； especially with Pa joining in and shouting about Mr。 Lincoln。”
“You ain” got no mo’ manners dan a fe’el han’； an’ affer Miss Ellen an’ me done labored wid you。 An’ hyah you is widout yo’ shawl！ An’ de night air fixin’ ter set in！ Ah done tole you an’ tole you ‘bout gittin’ fever frum settin’ in de night air wid nuthin’ on yo’ shoulders。 Come on in de house； Miss Scarlett。”
Scarlett turned away from Mammy with studied nonchalance； thankful that her face had been unnoticed in Mammy’s preoccupation with the matter of the shawl。
“No； I want to sit here and watch the sunset。 It’s so pretty。 You run get my shawl。 Please； Mammy； and I’ll sit here till Pa comes home。”
“Yo’ voice soun’ lak you catchin’ a cole；” said Mammy suspiciously。
“Well； I’m not；” said Scarlett Impatiently。 “You fetch me my shawl。”
Mammy waddled back into the hall and Scarlett heard her call softly up the stairwell to the upstairs maid。
“You； Rosa！ Drap me Miss Scarlett’s shawl。” Then； more loudly： “Wuthless nigger！ She ain’ never whar she does nobody no good。 Now； Ah got ter climb up an’ git it mahseff。”
Scarlett heard the stairs groan and she got softly to her feet。 When Mammy returned she would resume her lecture on Scarlett’s breach of hospitality； and Scarlett felt that she could not endure prating about such a trivial matter when her heart was breaking。 As she stood； hesitant； wondering where she could hide until the ache in her breast subsided a little； a thought came to her； bringing a small ray of hope。 Her father had ridden over to Twelve Oaks； the Wilkes plantation； that afternoon to offer to buy Dilcey； the broad wife of his valet； Pork。 Dilcey was head woman and midwife at Twelve Oaks； and； since the marriage six months ago； Pork had deviled his master night and day to buy Dilcey； so the two could live on the same plantation。 That afternoon； Gerald； his resistance worn thin； had set out to make an offer for Dilcey。
Surely； thought Scarlett； Pa will know whether this awful story is true。 Even if he hasn’t actually heard anything this afternoon； perhaps he’s noticed something； sensed some excitement in the Wilkes family。 If I can just see him privately before supper； perhaps I’ll find out the truth—that it’s just one of the twins’ nasty practical jokes。
It was time for Gerald’s return and； if she expected to see him alone； there was nothing for her to do except meet him where the driveway entered the road。 She went quietly down the front steps； looking carefully over her shoulder to make sure Mammy was not observing her from the upstairs windows。 Seeing no broad black face； turbaned in snowy white； peering disapprovingly from between fluttering curtains； she boldly snatched up her green flowered skirts and sped down the path toward the driveway as fast as her small ribbon…laced slippers would carry her。
The dark cedars on either side of the graveled drive met in an arch overhead； turning the long avenue into a dim tunnel。 As soon as she was beneath the gnarled arms of the cedars； she knew she was safe from observation from the house and she slowed her swift pace。 She was panting； for her stays were laced too tightly to permit much running； but she walked on as rapidly as she could。 Soon she was at the end of the driveway and out on the main road； but she did not stop until she had rounded a curve that put a large clump of trees between her and the house。
Flushed and breathing hard； she sat down on a stump to