"Now, you mean to tell me," the old gentleman remarked, "all that has to pass away, has to be given up?  The Northerners have no right to invade our country, to defile our land, to abuse our women!  What God Of Providence would not say that our Cause is just?  We were invaded, sir!  The sanctity of our country was violated.  Why did we not have the right to be victorious?"
Jeff shook his head. "It's not a matter, sir, of right or wrong.  It's a matter of survival.  If we win, sir, we will not survive.  Nothing will survive!  All that we have accomplished will be for absolutely nothing.  It's just as hard for me, sir, as it is for you.  You don't know how much I want to tell you 'Just let it be.  Go back and give The Confederacy even more things that would help it more.'  But the only thing we can give it is death.  That's the only place where our victory will lead."
The elder gentleman stared at his guest, then picked up the papers that he had brought with him.  "How did you bring these into the past?"  he asked.
"I was told," Jeff answered, "that the paper my visitor brought with him was made from trees that still existed in the war of union aggression.  Therefore, the supply he brought with him could be used to print things out and carry them back in time because the material that they're made from still exists in the time he left from."
"Most incredible!"  the old gentleman sighed.  I am proud, sir, you are my descendant, I am very proud of that, sir!"
Jeff managed a smile.  "Thank you!"  he answered, "I have also always been proud of the heritage I bear."
They chatted for some time more, then Jeff's host realized his fatigue and ushered him off to bed.
The next day they enjoyed breakfast together and an outing. Jeff was fascinated with the differences in things, how much all of this was going to change, he thought, in a very short time.  Then the thought hit him how much INDEED it was going to change, far beyond anything the people around him could imagine or, understand.
They went to the theater that evening and returned home. When Jeff got up the following morning he found his host standing before some clothes that had been hung on a line.  "You do not seem to become as young as your grandson did when he visited you," the old gentleman remarked.  "I wonder what I should wear, how young I will become?"
"I cannot advise you on that," Jeff answered. "I was amazed how little I changed. 
The old gentleman chose an outfit and put it on.  It was very tight on him.  He looked in the mirror and smiled. "I hope they fit better," he remarked "when I get there!"
Jeff looked at his clock. "Well, in about five minutes," he remarked, "you'll know.  Good luck, sir!"
"And good luck to you, sir!" the old gentleman answered.
They said no more, just stared out the window into the garden until the tingling came.  The old gentleman felt himself fading away.  A few moments later he appeared in an office.  A haggard looking man sat at a desk trying to organize stacks of papers. He looked startled as his visitor appeared. "Who are you?" he asked.
His visitor smiled. "I'm you, President Davis!"  the visitor answered, "I'm you!"