Anna, who was a mere baby, was the only other child.
"When you are a man, Arthur," he was fond of remarking--"when you are a man, you must hire some money, sell what little is left here, if necessary, and work that coal-mine.

I always meant to do it myself, and reckon I should have, if that damned war had not taken the money and the strength out of the old man.

But when you are a man, Arthur, you must work that mine, and you must build up what the war has torn down.

You can buy back and restore, Arthur, and if the South should get back her rights by that time, as she may, why, then, you can stock up the old place again, and go on as your father did." The old man, who was gouty and full of weary chills of body and mind, used to sit in the sun and dream, to his faint solace, until Arthur was a grown man and through college, and Anna a young girl at school near by.

The little that had been left, with the bare exception of the home estate, the plantation, and the mine, had been sold to pay for Arthur's education.