Some Mistakes Are Too Much Fun To

The Old Guard Dies But It Never Surrenders.

Sir" Said Mrs. Meade Indignantly. "there Are No Deserters In The Confederate Army." "i Beg Your Pardon," Said Rhett With Mock Humility. "i Meant Those Thousands On Furlough Who Forgot To Rejoin Their Regiments And Those Who Have Been Over Their Wounds For Six Months But Who Remain At Home, Going About Their Usual Business Or Doing The Spring Plowing.

Some Mistakes Are Too Much Fun To Make Only Once.

All You Have Done Is To Be Different From Other Women And You Have Made A Little Success Of It. This Is Unforgivable Sin In Any Society. The Mere Fact That You Have Succeed To Run The Mill Is An Insult To Everyman Who Hasn't Succeed.

Suddenly She Felt Strong And Happy. She Was Not Afraid Of The Darkness Or The Fog And She Knew With A Singing In Her Heart That She Would Never Fear Them Again. No Matter What Mists Might Curl Around Her In The Future, She Knew Her Refuge. She Started Briskly Up The Street Toward Home And The Blocks Seemed Very Long. Far, Far Too Long. She Caught Up Her Skirts To Her Knees And Began To Run Lightly. But This Time She Was Not Running From Fear. She Was Running Because Rhett's Arms Were At The End Of The Street.