5/31/2023 0 Comments The Locket by Marianne Puechl![]() He stretched himself on his back and looked straight up at the blinking stars. The letter had made Edmond heart sick and home sick. "I don't know how I could have gone through this year and a half without it." "It must be, Nick," returned Edmond with a smile. "Aint that a charm you got round your neck?" Hey, French! aint I right?" Edmond looked up absently from his letter. That's how come Frenchy got permoted an never got a scratch sence he's been in the ranks. ![]() "That's a charm some kind of hoodoo business that one o' them priests gave him to keep him out o' trouble. He had removed his tin cup and was engaged in stirring its grimy contents with a small stick. ![]() ![]() "`Taint no gal's picture," offered the man at the fire. Ned-or Edmond-mechanically fastened another button of his shirt and did not reply. "What's that you got around your neck, Ned?" asked one of the men lying in the obscurity. He had unfastened his collar and a good bit of his flannel shirt front. Two were lying at full length a little distance away, while a fourth was trying to decipher a letter and had drawn close to the light. One of the men was heating something in a tin cup over the embers. Their gray uniforms were worn beyond the point of shabbiness. ![]() They belonged to a small detachment of Confederate forces and were awaiting orders to march. One night in autumn a few men were gathered about a fire on the slope of a hill. ![]()
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