“And those telegrams—nothing. We get little that is worth attention, except a line now and then, signed ‘R.E. Lee.’”
“Well, there is that signature,” I said, pointing to an open paper.
“It is a private letter to me—but do you wish to see a line which I have just received? It is interesting, I assure you.”
And he handed me a paper.
It was a telegram announcing the fall of Atlanta!
“Good heavens!” I said, “is it possible? Then there is nothing to stop Sherman.”
“Nothing whatever,” said Mr. X——-, coolly.
“What will be the consequence?”
“The Confederacy will be cut in two. Sherman will be at Savannah before Grant reaches the Southside road—or as soon, at least.”
“You think Grant will reach that?”