Your husband shall never know of our connection, and thus you will be spared many a weary day and night working for bread to feed your children." She looked at him for a moment with all that withering scorn and indignation which outraged virtue and innocence can assume, and then said: "Leave me! Go to the land from whence you came and make such offers to the women there, but remember now you are speaking to a Southern woman." "But think a moment, and--" he began.
"Leave me this instant," she said excitedly, "or I shall call others with more the heart of men than you to my assistance.

Accept your offer ?" she continued with all the scorn she could use.

"Accept such an offer from a _Yankee_! Go, I would despise and hate were you not too despicable for either feeling of enmity." Several persons approaching at that moment, he moved away hurriedly after hissing in her ear: "Take your choice.

In either one way or the other I am revenged on you for the way you rejected my addresses in past years." She landed on the shore, and a few minutes after the boat moved back on its way to New Orleans, when taking her small trunk in her hands the soldier's wife, with her two children, started on their long and lively march.

For where?
She knew not.