Tuesday, the nineteenth of the month, I attended Floyd Glass's
wedding. She was married in the morning to Lieutenant Doroughty. She
expected to have been married the week after the Yankees came, but her
groom was not able to get here. Some of the Yankees found out in some
way that she was to have been married, and annoyed her considerably by
telling her that they had taken her sweetheart prisoner; that when he
got off the train at the Circle they took him and, some said, shot
him.
The Yankees found Mrs. Glass's china and glassware that she had buried
in a box, broke it all up, and then sent her word that she would set
no more fine tables. They also got Mrs. Perry's silver.
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