G. A. S.
CHAPTER I.
Every reader of Belle Boyd's narrative will remember an allusion to
a "lovely, fragile-looking girl of nineteen," who rivalled Belle
Boyd in devotion to the Southern cause, and who, like her, earned
the enviable distinction of being a "rebel spy."
I am that "fragile" young creature. Although on friendly terms
with the late Miss Boyd, now Mrs. Hardinge, candor compels me to
state that nothing but our common politics prevents me from
exposing the ungenerous spirit she has displayed in this allusion.
To be dismissed in a single paragraph after years of-- But I
anticipate. To put up with this feeble and forced acknowledgment
of services rendered would be a confession of a craven spirit,
which, thank God, though "fragile" and only "nineteen," I do not
possess. I may not have the "blood of a Howard" in my veins, as
some people, whom I shall not disgrace myself by naming, claim to
have, but I have yet to learn that the race of McGillup ever yet
brooked slight or insult. I shall not say that attention in
certain quarters seems to have turned SOME PEOPLE'S heads; nor that
it would have been more delicate if certain folks had kept quiet on
the subject of their courtship, and the rejection of certain
offers, when it is known that their forward conduct was all that
procured them a husband! Thank heaven, the South has some
daughters who are above such base considerations! While nothing
shall tempt me to reveal the promises to share equally the fame of
certain enterprises, which were made by one who shall now be
nameless, I have deemed it only just to myself to put my own
adventures upon record.
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