But now that you have accomplished your task, what do you mean to do,
Mr. Kenton?"
"I want to stay here," replied Harry eagerly. "This is the head and
center of all things. I think my father would wish me to do so.
I'll enlist with the South Carolina troops and wait for what happens."
"Even if what happens should be war?"
"Most of all if it should be war. Then I shall be one of those who will
be needed most."
"A right and proper spirit," said Mr. Jamison, of Barnwell. "When we
can command such enthusiasm we are unconquerable. Now, we'll not keep
you longer, Mr. Kenton. This is Christmas Day, and one as young as you
are is entitled to a share of the hilarity. Look after him, St. Clair."
Harry went out with young St. Clair, whom he was now calling by his
first name, Arthur. He, too, was staying with Madame Delaunay, who was
a distant relative.
Harry ate Christmas dinner that evening with twenty people, many of
types new to him. It made a deep impression upon him then, and one yet
greater afterward, because he beheld the spirit of the Old South in its
inmost shrine, Charleston. It seemed to him in later days that he had
looked upon it as it passed.
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