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1863 JUNE 29, MONDAY
He left. Just like all the other young men in town.
After two years of promising he would remain in York,
Pennsylvania, Robert Moore enlisted, making me promise to watch
over his little sister. It was not right of him to ask that of me. To put that on
me. I begged him to wait, to stay unless he was drafted. Still, he chose to
leave.
I was hurt, and no matter how often I wrote to him, his brief notes were
too few and far between. I should have been thankful I received anything at
all. In our last moments together, angry at his desertion—dashing all
dreams I had for us—I told Robert of Ethan’s proposal. Since childhood, I
never saw him so furious … spitting, shouting at me to be gone, and
claiming the righteous Cause. His pension would help his sister, and he
would be fighting for the preservation of the Union and the freedom of
those enslaved. How dare I keep him from his duty? How dare I ask him to
stay when I could give him nothing in return?
“What would I stay here for?” He pushed his hat back from his face to
wipe the sweat from his furrowed brow. “Accept Mr. Harris’s proposal.
Make your folks happy. You will be better for it.”
With pressure from Pa and Mother, and a hurt heart, I had surrendered
and accepted Ethan’s proposal.
Now, as I stood on Main Street, crowds pushed forward, stretching our
necks to see the commotion over bowler hats and bonnets. Tension vibrated
through the townsfolk. Anna McQuaid locked her arm around mine,
keeping us from being separated. Then his eyes connected with mine.
Ethan Harris stood on the street corner, staring at me. He stood a head
taller than everyone, his fashionable bowler hat shading his dark eyes. He
smirked and tipped his hat, satisfaction painting his features. Was he
enjoying this? A shiver ran down my spine, and I turned away from him.
A hum of nervousness rippled throughout York. The streets were
muddled with carts, horses, and people. Harold, our livery driver, had to
drop off Anna and me two blocks from the post office. Anna gripped my
arm as we made our way down the street, pushing through people as we
approached York–Wrightsville Railway and the post office. A crowd in
front of the post office flowed out into the street. Everyone was demanding
their mail and pleading for letters to be sent to family members or soldiers
at the front … before it was too late.
“What’s happened?” I asked Anna.
“I don’t know, Miss Ella.” She turned to the gentleman beside us.
“What is it?” she asked him.
“Rebels,” he said with a stiff, tense face. “They’re coming up this way.
Everyone is trying to send out letters before they close the railway.”
“They’re closing the railway?” A wave of trepidation washed over me.
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