Her Rebel Heart. Shannon Farrington

He nodded to Julia’s parents. Then he sat down beside her, just as he had every Sunday for years. He gave her a long measured look. The weight of his gaze caused her to tremble. She wanted to ask him what he was doing joining them as if nothing had changed. But given what had just taken place with Charlie Johnson, the last thing she wanted was to cause more contention over the seating arrangements.

       He smiled at her. Though she tried to ignore it, her heart was fluttering.

       Reverend Perry then took to the pulpit and the service began. Julia could not say what songs they sang or what Scriptures they read. She was distracted by Samuel’s presence. Part of her welcomed it, the other couldn’t fathom it.

      How can he sit beside me as though nothing has happened? I have told him that I do not wish to marry him. Why can’t he take no for an answer?

       She stole glances at him. There he sat with his Bible on his lap, lost in reading. It was as though, in his mind, there were no guns, no war, as though all the world was right. Julia was even more puzzled. How can he act this way? Doesn’t he care? Doesn’t he worry for Edward’s sake? For the sake of this city?

       It was only when Samuel bowed his head did she realize that Reverend Perry was closing the service in prayer. Julia also closed her eyes. She tried to focus, to be respectful.

       “Lord, we humbly ask Thee to grant President Lincoln wisdom.”

       A murmur rippled through the right side of the room. Julia was as surprised by his words as the rest of the group was. All thoughts of conversing with the Almighty dissipated and her focus shifted to Reverend Perry’s words alone. She held her breath. The Reverend did not stop with his petition for Lincoln. He also prayed for the officers and soldiers occupying the city.

      He is making his position known, she thought. He is obviously siding with the Union.

       “And we ask Thee to guard our young men who have chosen to fight…”

       In shock, her head went up. Just when she thought she had him pegged as a supporter of the Federal Army, the Reverend prayed for the safety of eight men who had enlisted for the Confederacy. All eight were sons of the congregation. When Edward’s name was mentioned, tears squeezed past her eyelids and a cry escaped her lips. Julia had to fight hard to keep from breaking down completely.

       Just when she felt her composure crumbling, she felt the warmth of a hand slide over and around her trembling fingers. Samuel had taken her hand in his. His touch conveyed the love, the strength, the same comfort as it always had. In spite of herself, Julia clasped it tightly while whispering her own prayer on Edward’s behalf.

       GODCOMFORTHER, Sam thought. He stole a glance at Julia’s face. Her head was bowed and she was clutching a lace handkerchief to her mouth. He could understand the pain she was feeling. Edward’s departure was bad enough but coupled with the way he had parted, the tension in the family that night, it only made things worse. Sam regretted every minute of their conversation.

       Edward had been called to the armory during a dreadful thunderstorm. Little did Sam know Federal troops were in the process of occupying the city. When Edward returned home that night he announced the terrible news.

       “The armory has been stripped,” he’d said, his face a mixture of wild emotions. “Any man who would take a gun and hide it was given one.”

      I was angry that he had brought the muskets to the house. I know he only hoped to protect his family with them but I didn’t see it that way then. All I could think of was Federal soldiers tearing the house apart to find them. All I could think of was what they might do to her.

       “Edward,” Sam had said, “the Northern troops will realize what has happened. They will search the houses. They will find the guns. If you hide them here you are putting your mother and sister at risk.”

       “Then I’ll take the muskets with me. I’ll take them south, tonight.”

       Everyone in the room realized what he had just said, though shock stole the words of objection from their lips. Only Julia had been able to find her voice.

       “No, Edward! No! You can’t do such a thing!”

       Her mother then also began to plead. “Son, please. Think about this. You don’t want to do this.”

       “Yes, I do. I am going to personally see that the Federal Army is thrown out of Baltimore!”

       He’d looked to Dr. Stanton. “It is our duty to protect our city, our state. Father, I know you can’t fight. Your leg would never allow it, so the duty is left to those who can.”

       He then looked at Samuel. He’d held out a musket. “Come with me.”

       Tossing the invading army out of the city for the sake of Julia’s safety so strongly appealed to Sam that he nearly reached for the gun, until he realized, defending States’ Rights meant defending them all.

       “No,” Sam had said.

       Edward lowered the musket with a look of shock on his face. “What did you say?”

       The thoughts fired through his head. Protect her and freedom! Fight! It took everything Sam had within him to stand firm.

       “I said no.”

       A scowl crossed Edward’s face. “Not even now? You won’t fight, even now? You won’t defend the rights of your state?”

       “By defending rights are you including slavery?”

       “I’m not fighting for slaves one way or the other! Look man, a Federal battery has taken aim at our front door! If we don’t stand against such tyranny, who will?”

       “I won’t go with you.”

       “Then you are a coward.” Edward then turned to Julia. “You should give serious consideration to the kind of man you are marrying.”

       Sam stared now at Julia’s ringless hand in his. Hers was so delicate, so fragile compared to his gnarled fingers. Lord, forgive me, I thought Edward was acting like a fool. We both just wanted to protect her. I understand why he felt the way he did.

       He stroked her fingers, praying for reconciliation. After what had happened on Pratt Street every fiber, every nerve in Sam’s body pleaded for him to fight. It was not cowardice that kept him from doing so. It was the belief that God had chosen another path for him. I cannot condone slavery. If only Julia could realize that.

       Sam had tried to explain it to her. When Edward had thumped up the staircase, muddy boots, muskets and all, Julia had turned her eyes to him. He saw the doubt in them, the fear. He knew Edward’s words carried great weight.

       “Julia,” he said as he moved to embrace her, “You know I would give my life for you but this isn’t the way—”

       “Go with him, Samuel. Please.”

       Her request had shocked him. “Do you really want me to leave? Do you really know what war is?”

       “No, of course not! I don’t want you to go! I don’t want any of you to go! I don’t want any of this to be happening!”

       “Then think about what you are saying. We must stay together! We must convince Edward not to go south.”

       “He won’t listen! He would rather die than dishonor his state! Samuel, please! Go with him. Only you can take care of him.”

       “Julia, I can’t willingly support the position the South is taking. I can’t condone slavery.”

       Pure confusion filled her eyes. “But we don’t even own slaves!”

       “I can’t support a government which allows others to do so.”

       As soon as the words were out of his mouth he realized how ridiculous they sounded. He had sealed his fate.

       “You have supported one thus far!” she said, tears hardening into anger. “How many Maryland plantations on the eastern