Crittenden - A Kentucky Story of Love and War by John Fox
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ancestors had played beyond the time when the first American among them,
failing to rescue his king from Carisbrooke Castle, set sail for Virginia on the very day Charles lost his royal head. But for the Civil War, Crittenden would have played that _rĂ´le_ worthily and without question to the end. With the close of the war, however, his birthright was gone--even before he was born--and yet, as he grew to manhood, he had gone on in the serene and lofty way of his father--there was nothing else he could do--playing the gentleman still, though with each year the audience grew more restless and the other and lesser actors in the drama of Southern reconstruction more and more resented the particular claims of the star. At last, came with a shock the realization that with the passing of the war his occupation had forever gone. And all at once, out on his ancestral farm that had carried its name Canewood down from pioneer days; that had never been owned by a white man who was not a Crittenden; that was isolated, and had its slaves and the children of those slaves still as servants; that still clung rigidly to old traditions--social, agricultural, and patriarchal--out there Crittenden found himself one day alone. His friends--even the boy, his brother--had caught the modern trend of things quicker than he, and most of them had gone to work--some to law, some as clerks, railroad men, merchants, civil engineers; some to mining and speculating in the State's own rich mountains. Of course, he had studied law--his type of Southerner always studies law--and he tried the practice of it. He had too much self-confidence, perhaps, based on his own brilliant record as a college orator, and he never got over the humiliation of losing his first case, being handled like putty by a small, black-eyed youth of his own age, who had come from nowhere and had passed up through a philanthropical old judge's office to the dignity, by and by, of a license of his own. Losing the suit, through some absurd little technical mistake, Crittenden not only declined a |
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