WAR
"And been foolish?"
"Very," says I.
"I'm just Evelyn, hereafter. Not a rebel—not a Union—not anything but Evelyn! Waiting to be wife to Dave. Nothing more. That's a woman's business. To be a wife—mother."
As you'll notice, she didn't tell me what it meant, and I was a little curious—like we all are—not? So I didn't tear up the diagram, but showed it to Jon, thinking he might know, telling him that I had found it near Crider's in my watch the night before.
"Why," says Jonthy, opening his eyes, "this is the signal chart of the Knights of the Golden Circle. They say you can spell out anything with a light. That's the Golden Circle. Why, the government will give anything for this!"
"Well," I says, "the government ain't going to get it. In a minute it'll be tore up."
"Yes, I guess that's better," nods Jon. "It might make more trouble."
"Spell this," I says, handing him the other paper.
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