But Mrs. Sherwood did not lose her individuality by her marriage.  The peculiar institution of the South she would like to have seen extended to the North as well, and when the disruption took place her sympathies were with those of her old home; she was heart and soul a southerner.  Up to this time the same friendly feeling existed between mistress and maid as when they had lived under a sunnier sky; but the sentiments engendered by the hated Abolitionists, soon found vent in sharp words, and other abuses, that hitherto the faithful creature had never known.

Dinah felt keenly the change in her mistress, but bore it patiently, thinking it would soon pass; but village gossip soon spread the report of Mrs. Sherwood’s treatment of her black servant, and the southern sentiments, so openly expressed, caused the family to lose the estimation of their neighbors, and gained instead their animosity.  Party feeling ran high, and the villagers declared that if there was another draft made, the son should be made to fight against the avowed principles of the mother, and as the sentiments of both parties grew stronger as the war advanced, it brought matters to a crisis.

Hence the telegram requesting the son’s presence at the farm.

When the train arrived at Crofton, the carriage was waiting for the travellers, in charge of the hired man, and they were soon driving along the familiar road to the homestead.

“What is the matter at home, Joe?” said Mr. Sherwood.  “Are all well?”

“Yes, all well, sir,” and Joe touched the horse lightly with the whip; “but the war news is troubling them, and making your mother very anxious about you.”

Joe was an old and trusted servant, having lived with the family for years, and so much confidence was placed in him that he seemed like one of the family.  When they arrived at the farmhouse, the son wished to know at once why he was sent for in such haste, but his father replied:  “Plenty time, Clarence, plenty time ahead of us to talk about the matter; let us have dinner before we discuss troublesome questions.”

But the mother’s heart was too full of anxiety to wait, and she asked:  “Is it true, Clarence, that you are going to join the Union army?”

“Well, I am ready to do my duty, mother,” he replied, in a conciliating tone, “but I have not yet joined the company, so you need not be anxious about me until you have cause.”

“But I have cause already!  I hear that another draft is soon to be made, and the people around here are determined that you shall be drawn into the fight, if only to spite me, but if you enter the army at all it should not be on the Unionists’ side; that would be taking up arms against your kith and kin, and no son of mine must do that!”

A look of terror spread over the face of the son’s wife.  Was her husband to be torn from her side, as the mother feared?