SHENANDOAH


                CHAPTER I

          HAUGHTY OLD CHARLESTON
       "How often in these mansions fine
       Were friendships pledged in rare old wine,
       Madeira that had crossed the line,
           And golden sherry."

"CHARLESTON always looks to me as if it
       had drifted bodily across the Atlantic,
from old France or Spain," said Colonel Haverill,
as he stood gazing out harbor-ward from the pil-
lared veranda of the roomy colonial mansion
fronting on the East Battery.
  "I can return the compliment, Colonel," replied
his host, Dr. Ellingham, a silver-haired Southerner
of the courtly old school, "by repeating what you
have heard me say before now-that a visit to
Boston is for me the equivalent of breathing again
the-how shall I say it-the atmosphere of con-
servatism and culture, austere yet kindly, that
was once supposed to belong exclusively to our
common mother country, England."
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