Trimousette rose quickly, made her reverence to Madame Elizabeth, and when her name was called she was already standing at the foot of the wooden steps.
Every man who looked at Trimousette wished to help her; even one of the guards, seeing how small and slight she was, would have assisted her, but she said to him with a kind of gentle haughtiness:
“I thank you, monsieur, but I do not need your help.”
The executioner tore the white fichu from her neck, leaving its unsunned beauty exposed to the gaze of thousands of eyes. Trimousette’s black eyes flashed, and a deep red blush flooded her face and milk-white neck. She turned for one moment toward the star trembling in the western sky, and then, with a glorified face, laid her dark head upon the wooden block, and passed smiling into the Great Silence.
A ROMANCE OF THE CIVIL WAR.
The Victory.
By Molly Elliott Seawell, author of “The Chateau of Montplaisir,” “The Sprightly Romance of Marsac,” etc. Illustrated. Cloth, $1.50.
“With so delicate a touch and appreciation of the detail of domestic and plantation life, with so wise comprehension of the exalted and sometimes stilted notions of Southern honor and with humorous depiction of African fidelity and bombast to interest and amuse him, it only gradually dawns on a reader that ‘The Victory’ is the truest and most tragic presentation yet before us of the rending of home ties, the awful passions, the wounded affections personal and national, and the overwhelming questions of honor which weighed down a people in the war of son against father and brother against brother.”—Hartford Courant.
“Among the many romances written recently about the Civil War, this one by Miss Seawell takes a high place.... Altogether, ‘The Victory,’ a title significant in several ways, makes a strong appeal to the lover of a good tale.”—The Outlook.