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page: 0 (TitlePage) [View Page 0 (TitlePage) ]HOW HE WON HER. A SEQUEL TO "FATR PLAY." BY MRS. EMMA D. E. N. SOUTHWORTH. AUTHOR OF "FAIR PLAY," "THE WIDOW'S SON," "THE BRIDE OF LLEWELLYNr, "HAUNTED HOMESTEAD," "RETRIBUTION," "THE DISCARDED DAUGHTER," "THE LOST HEIRESS," "THE FORTUNE SEEKER," "ALLWORTH ABBEY," THE FATAL MARRIAGE," "THE MSSING BRIDE," "THE TWO SISTERS," "THE BRIDAL EVE," "ADY OF THE ISLE," "GIPSY'S PROPHECY," "VIVIA," "WIFE'S VICTORY," "MOTHER-IN-tAW," "INDIA," "THE THREE BEAUTIES," "THE CURSE OF CLIFTON," "THE DESERTED WIFE," "LOVE'S LABOR WON," "FALLEN PRIDE," "' THE CHANGED BRIDES,"' "THE PRINCE OF DARKNES," S ETOC. ETC. "She loved him for the dangers he had passed."-SHAKSPEABB. "None but the brave deserve the fair."--COLLINs. PHLADELPHA: T. B. PETERSON & BROTHERS; 306 CHESTNUT STREET. page: 0Advertisement[View Page 0Advertisement] Entered according to Act of Congress, in, the year 1869, by T. B. P;TKSON & BRO1TIERSg, In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States, in and for the Eastern District of Pennsylvania. MRS. EMMA D. E. N. SOUTHWORTH'S WORKS. Each Work is complete in one large duo4ecimo volume. FAIR PLAY; OR, THE TEST OF THE LON1E ISLE. HOW HE WON HER. A SEQUEL TO FAIR PLA Y. THE PRINCE OF DARKNESS. THE CHANGED BRIDES. THE THREE BEAUTIES. THE WIFE'S VICTORY. THE MOTHER-IN-LA W. FALLEN PRIDE; OR, THE MOUNTAIN GIRL'S LO VE. THE: BRIDE O F L LE WELLYN. THE GIPSY'S PROPHECY. THE FORTUNE-SEEKER. THE DESERTED WIFE. THE LOST HEIRESS. RETRIB UTION. INDIA; OR, THE PEARL OF PEARL RIVER. THE FATAL MARRIAGE. THE HAUNTED HOMESTEAD. "OVE'S LABOR WON. THE MSSING BRIDE. "AD Y OF THE ISLE. THE TWO SISTERS. VI VIA; OR, THE SECRET OF POWER. THE CURSE OF CLIFTON. THE DISCARDED DAUGHTER. THE WIDOWS S SON. ALLWORTH ABBEY. THE BRIDAL EVE. Price of each, $1.75 in Cloth; or $1.50 in Paper Cover. Above books are for sale by all Booksellers. Copies of any or all of the above books will be sent to any one, to any place, postage pre-paid, on receipt of their price by the Publishers, T. B. PETERSON & BROTHERS, 306 CHESTNUT STREET, PHLADELPHA, PA. TO MRS. FRANCES HENSHAW BADEN, OF WASHNGTON CITY; IN COMMEMORATION OF HER ENTIRE DEVOTION, FOR THE PERIOD OF FOUR YEARS,' TO THE SICK AND WOUNDED SOLDIERS, IN THE HOSPITALS, THS STORY OF THE -WAR IS AFFECTIONATELY INSORIBED, BY HER SISTERB PROSPECT COTTAGB, GEORGETOWN, D. C. FEBRUARY, 1869 page: 0-23 (Table of Contents) [View Page 0-23 (Table of Contents) ] CONTENTS. elapter PW f LI-EBIIES STOPRY.......... ***...............* 25 I.-THE VYT'J;AN^S i s-TUlo e ..e.......********** e4 I.-J USbt'ALN ENLISTS.--ELFIE DRrL.. * .............. 45 IV.--THE SOLDIB S LOVE ...... ............... 64 V.-'THE LOVEBS PARTING .........................* 68 VI.--THE GUEBRRTrA'S WlFE a......................... 80 'Vi--AmOuT -AT,]ERAT ' , 92 IX.- ABO UET AT A PICN I ........ ................* 92 VXi.--ABOUT B RTOOArTro I.................. .......... 103 IX.-AN -uxzrECTED GUJEST AT A PICN10. 0**O*O *** US X --AS THE LION W..OOS MS .BBID3jrE ***O aO.* aO* ** 130 X.- A MOON LIG LIr........ ................ 143...... X I.---HE ATAWRM .. ...........................*. .. *I 168 XV.--COLONEL BOSI T.rAT......... ..... ............... 19 XVI'.--THE M SfIfiTlGoo* .................*.........o* o 208 XVn.-- THE Ufs T.A^S ENCAPET .......................... 216 XVin.-MONCK ........... ....... .................... * 224 XIX.--A COLD-BLOODED {iX'NiNCE. ..... ................ 232 (28) page: 24 (Table of Contents) -25[View Page 24 (Table of Contents) -25] 24 CO0NTEXTS,# Chapter Papg CXX.-THE wLR KI..........o ......................, 24e XXI.-THE MOUNTAIN CAMP................... 256 XXnI.--THE E ARE ............................. . - 269 - Xx)l.-THE BATTLE.......... 278 XXAyV.--THE FATE OF THE FREE SWORD .. . .. .... o.. 283 XXV.--AFTER THE BATTLE ........................... 287 XXVI.--ELFIE IN THEM GROVE. ,... ................* 290 XXVll.-REQUIESCAT IN PACE..... 300 XX Vi .- ELFIE'S RETSJN ...... 304 XXIX.-ELFIE'S VISIT TO LITTLE M .................. 315 XXX.-A UNEXPECTED MEETING IN THE HlOSPITAL.. 323 XX-X-POOB ELFIEBS HONEY"MOON ...... ................. 34 xxX.--ii-THE 4BR J BRIDBS ON HS RBAIDS NO MORE.... 845 cxx-xll.-AT PEACEG................ aI a e 856 tlXxtV.-i-D BATW aIOHT E ................. 874 krJXV.-DTOATMerIG)HT8......... ................... 374 AXY1.-iTHE DEATH WATCH. .**..***.*********a 385 XXXVAA.-,THE GHOSTLY YASt OI.... ........ ........... 397 XJtXVUAvr^L'FDEaE V IBANC ....................--.. .* ' ^. a e Q.O 408$ -,ilxB's SPEo.) ITBE...;...... ,.................,... 422 x.-N TE T T L D. .......................432 ]XLL.-T CE-SURPiSlf. ......................... - . . RT, ,44 XLH.--, TH JIE. BEGINNING THE ZJND .... .. o. ** t. 460 VX',T.-DjrIVE3ACE AT LAST,.. ,... O's* , .... ,., 469 XLIV.--AFTER A WHUILE ................................ 4AS0 XLV-TIME W 'OMAS DEAJEST IOHTrr....... . .....- 497 HOW HEL WON HER. CJTAPT -R, I. ERBIllN 12fS STORY. How sleep the brave, who sink to roet, By all their country's wishes blest ! When spring with dewy fingers cold Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung. There honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay And freedom shall awhile repair To dwell, a weeping hermit, there.--COLLINS. IT was not until the morning succeeding his arrival, after breakfast, when they found themselves alone together in the drawing-room, that Justin told .Frminie the story of his voyage and shipwreck, his preservation and residence on the Desert Island, and his rescue and return home. She listened with breathless interest to his narrative, and when it was finished she. earnestly thanked Heaven for his restoration to his home and friends. And then, in return, she gave him the history of all that had occurred to her since he had first sailed. She told him of those gathering clouds of disaffection in the South that no one could be made to believe- would ever : break in a storm of Civil War. She spoke of that solemn day in the Senate when the Southern senators withdrew. She whispered of the shameful, sorrowful day when Fort Sumter was taken, and, in the languages of the man who commanded the assault,. "The proud flag that bad never (25) page: 26-27[View Page 26-27] " HOW HE VON HER. been humbled before-the star-spangled banner-was hum- bled to the dust." She told how these words had burned in the hearts of all true patriots until they lighted a flame of love of country, hate of traitors, never to be quenched; how, at the President's call for seventy-five thousand- men, four times that number started" to arms; how even across the broad Atlantic, in Ireland, the warm-hearted lovers of the Union had banded together and offered their services to the Federal Government through our ministers and consuls abroad; ho7 these had been declined en masse} as un- needed then. Here the Lutheran minister's orphan child paused to gather strength; for she had next to speak of the fatal fields of Bethel and Ball's Bluff; and of Bull Run, where her brave father fell. She told the awful history amidst sobs and tears that she could not restrain. "He died where he fell, before his men, in front of the enemy. He lies buried near the spot, his grave marked by the care of a brother officer, his honored remains waiting only the -return of peace to be removed.' "They shall not await the return of peace, they shall be brought home immediately," answered Justin. Then Erminie spoke of opening her father's will, and seeing there that he had left his property to his two children, to be divided between them, share and share alike. "Then my dear father did not believe me to be lost?" said Justin. "Then we none of us did; there had not been time enough for us to grow anxious. We had got two letters from you, one mailed from Porto Praya, and one from the Cape of Good -Hope. When my dear father died we were looking daily for a letter from you from Calcutta." "I am glad that he had suffered no anxiety on my ace count. Go on, sweet sister." ERMNIE 8 STORY. 27 ("Oh, my brother! after that public and private woes. came thick and fast. Defeat after defeat discouraged our army, until at length came the crushing shame and sorrow of the last battle of Manassas. Blow upon blow fell upon my own heart, until I thought that the Lord had forgotten to take care of me. I was still weeping, weeping day and night over the death of my dear father, when there came news of the wreck of the Sultana. It came through the officers of that Dutch merchantman who picked up the life-boat with the missionary party on board; and it came in the form of a narrative written by the Reverend Mr. Ely. It was published in all the papers. It contained a list of the-names of those whose lives were lost. And, Jus- tin, your name was among them I " "Poor sister!" "I laid down to die. I did so wish for death I - But I suppose youth and life were too strong within. me and I lived and suffered. Ah, Justin! I was a very self-occupied woman up to that time. I thought 'no sorrow was like unto my sorrow.' In the midst of that great bitterness of grief I received a telegram from New York calling me to the death-bed of our dear Uncle Friedrich." "Yes, I -know." "I went on immediately and remained with him until he died. Ah, Justin! The scene of that good man's peaceful departure went far to heal my spirit. He talked to me when he was able; his words were few, but very precious. He told me, in this great crisis of the country's history, when for the high and holy cause of union and liberty hundreds were suffering more than I, and thousands quite as much; I must not sit down in selfish sorrow, I must get up and min- ister to those whose sorrows were as great as mine, and whose necessities were so much greater." "He. was right, Erminie." "I know it. and I knew it then. He told me to go among page: 28-29[View Page 28-29] 28 HOW HE WON HER. the wounded soldiers in the numerous hospitals, and with hand and purse minister to them and relieve their wants. He told me to seek out the bereaved widows and orphans, and mothers of those who had fallen in the holy war; and to serve all as far as they should have need and I have power; but especially-oh! especially to minister to the mourning mothers. 'Widows,' he said, 'may be consoled by second husbands; orphans grow up and forget their fathers; but the mother whose boy has fallen in battle is in,- consolable and unforgetting forever. Therefore especially, motherless girl, comfort tie childless mothers.' And kneel- ? ing by his bed I kissed his hands and promised to obey his words. And that same day, as the sun went down, he died. But it was not until some days had passed that I knew he had left me all his wealth. Justin, I came home, and I have religiously obeyed his dying instructions, and-in comforting others I have found comfort." "As all mourners may, if they will, my sweet sister," re- - plied her brother. He fell into deep thought for a few I minutes, and then, looking earnestly at his sister, he said: "But, Erminie, in all this long story you have never once " mentioned the name of Colonel Eastworth. Where is he? i What is he doing? Why are you not married?" Erminie grew even paler than she had before been; she (i compressed her lips until they too faded, and then slowly and steadily answered: "Where is he? In South Carolina. What is he do- ing?' Warring upon his native land. 'Why are we not married? ' Because the child of Ernest Rosenthal can never be the wife of a man in arms against his country. Never mention his name to me again, Justin. For he was the very caitiff who so gloried in his shame as to boast that he had i humbled the proud flag that had Hever been humbled be- fore! i" And the beautiful, eyes of this "falcon-hearted dove" flashed as she spoke. X 4 BRMNIES 8 TO RBY, 29 Justin put out his arms and drew her to his breast; for he saw that those flashing eyes were about to be drowned in tears. ,' My dear sister I my dear, dear sister, blow up'on blow has indeed fallen fast upon your heart. How much you have suffered!" he said, as he tenderly soothed her. She wept upon his bosom for a little while, and then lift- ing her head and wiping her eyes, she smiled and said: "But I have been comforted, Justin. In comforting others I have been comforted. And now I am more than comforted-I am rejoiced. Now all is changed, in public and in private, from grief to joy. And oh! how suddenly changed, brother! In a day! Almost in an hour! Yester- day morning came the glorious news of the victory of Get- tysburg, and I knew that the tide of war had turned. Soon after--very soon after-came a messenger of joy to me. The minister that brought me the news of your safe return from-the grave! It was like a miraculous resurrection. Coming directly upon the news-of the great victory, it- was almost overwhelming. There seemed too much joy for one day! "I entreated Dr. Sales to break the matter to you very cautiously," said Justin. "Ah! do you think that could be broken to me cautious- ly?" inquired Erminie, with a smile. "Why, Justin, as soon as he came into the room and I saw his face, I knew that he brought me ' glad tidings.' I naturally thought it was of the victory of Gettysburg, so I told him I had heard of it that very morning. But when he drew your name into the conversation, I knew in an instant that you were saved. IOh, Justin, it was such a shock of joy I But it did not kill me, as it might have done." "Yes, it might, my sweet sister, for you look very pale, and thin, and fragile-mnot well able to bear a shock of any sort," said Justin tenderly. page: 30-31[View Page 30-31] 80 HOW HE WON HER. "Ah, but all is well now. I am happy, so happy, although I weep. You must not mind my weeping, dear. We wo- men often weep most when we are happiest, and--ah, yes! Heaven knows, smile most when we are most wretched!" "'Smile most when you are most wretched!' Where have you learned that bitter lesson, my sister?"Justin' gravely questioned, "In the hospital, where I have seen the heart-broken mother smiling on her mutilated or dying boy to keep his spirits up, as long as he should live." "You seem to be very familiar with the wards of the hos- pitals, my sister." "It is the business, the blessing of my life to be so. But, Justin, dear, I wish to ask you about Britomarte. You took care of her on the Desert Island. She saved your life in the sea fight. Ah, how my heart thrilled to the touch of that story. Now you are betrothed, I hope, and soon to marry? Oh, Justin, how cordially I would welcome her here as my sister, and how willingly resign my position as mistress of the house, in her favor. :For the house is yours,- you know, Justin, and as your wife it would be her right." Justin slowly shook his head, compressed his lips, and frowned. "What do you mean by that, my brother?" "There is no possibility of a marriage between Miss Conyers and myself," he said. "'JUSTIN!" "You know what were Britomarte's sentiments on the subject of marriage, or rather of the, position of a woman in marriage. And now I have only to add that all which has happened to us has not been able to work a change in them." it Oh, Justin! I am so sorry!" "So you see, my dear, there is no chance of your being superseded on the household throne, for since Britomarte will not be my wife, no other woman shall.'" ;EBMNIE SSTORY. 81 s rOh Justin, what a pity. But if she will not be youir wife, she shall be your sister and mine. She shall oome here, and share my home and means." "She would never do that; she is much too proud to be dependent, even on those who love and honor her most." "Then what will become of her? for oh, Justin, it is whispered that-that-- ' What?" inquired the young man, seeing his sister grow pale and large-eyed as she paused. "That-oh, it is too horrible to breathe-that----" "For Heaven's sake, speak, Erminie!" "-The house is the resort of conspirators, who plan-- pkln-no less a crime than-than-- " Her voice gradually sank to a whisper, anid then stopped altogether. "Than what? Speak, my sister; take courage and speak!;' "Oh, I cannot! I cannot! Spare me! it is too hor- rible!" "But what house is it to which you allude?" "Witch Elms." "And it is said to be the resort of conspirators, who plan -what?" persisted Justin. "I cannot say it. I hope it is all a mere canard. Cer- tainly the civil and the military authorities have both visited and ransacked the house, but they have discovered nothing there but what they call ' the fossil remains of an old lady and two negroes,' meaning Miss Pole, the centena- rian aunt of Britomarte, and the two servants." "Then the horrible story, whatever it may be, is proba- bly a mere canard, not worth our attention." "But Britomarte! She cannot go there, even if her old relative would receive her. What will become of her? What can we do for her?" "We can do many things in this world, but we can do nothing with the will of a woman like Miss Conyers. We page: 32-33[View Page 32-33] 82 HOW HE WON HER. must leave her to the Lord and herself. -And have you lived here quite alone all this time, my poor Erminie?" said Justin, pityingly. "Oh, no. I should have told you before, only there was so much to tell and to hear. Elfrida Fielding is with me. She is a refugee from Virginia. Her father is with General Meade at Gettysburg. We had a telegram from him yesterday. He is wounded but not dangerously, and is coming home on leave." "Then they are on the right side." "Thank Heaven, yes! But they have suffered very much for their devotion to the Union; they have had their house burned over their heads by the Secessionists, and they escaped the flames only through the fidelity of an old family servant. They have been here ever since. At least' this is Elfie's home always, and her father's whenever he comes to see her." "That is right, my sister. Let the home of our heroic father be the refuge of all whom the war has made home- less, and who seek its threshold. But where is my little friend now? I should be glad to see her." "Immediately on receiving the telegram yesterday, she prepared to go to Gettysburg to bring her father home. I also was ready to go with her, when the visit of Mr. Sales with the joyful news of your return stopped my journey. And so Elfie, after kissing and congratulating, and laugh- ing and weeping over me, and sending what she called 'lots of love' to you, left in the three o'clock train alone." While the sister and brother conversed, the time, un- heeded, passed away, and now it was nearly noon, when the door-bell rang. "Oh, I hope that is Britomarte. Did she say she would come early?" inquired Erminie. "She said she would come this morning-she did not specify the hour," answered Justin, rising to open the drawing-room door. 'ERMNIE'S STORY. 33 Britomarte it was, for Justin met her on the threshold, in the act of being ushered in by Uncle Bob, the old ser- vant of Elfie, who also found a home at the parsonage. Justin warmly welcomed Miss Conyers, but was cut short in his demonstrations by Erm inie, who flew to meet her friend, and fell weeping for joy on Britomarte's bosom. "How pale you are, my darling. You have suffered much since I saw you last," said Miss Conyers, tenderly caressing Erminie. "Oh, much! much! How much you do not know or guess. But it is all over now, dear Britomarte, quite over, now that I see you and Justin safe, and all is well, now, very well, since the tide of war has turned, and the invaders are flying before our victorious army," she answered, smil- ing through her tears. t"And do you know what they are saying outside, my dar- ling?" inquired Miss Conyers, brightly glancing back her smile. : ( No! what?" eagerly demanded Erminie. " Haven't you been out this morning, Justin?" inquired Miss Conyers, turning to Mr. Rosenthal. "No-why?" "Nor received a visitor?" "No visitor except yourself." "Then I have the happiness to be the first to announce the news to you. Vicksburg has capitulated!" "Vicksburg capitulated!" echoed both Justin and Er- minie, in a breath. "The words are in everybody's mouth. The stars and stripes are waving from half the windows on the avenue." "Oh, Justin, go! go out and learn the particulars, but don't stay long. I cannot bear you out of my sight long, lest I should wake up and find your return all a dream," urged Erminie. And Justin, snatching up his hat and gloves, departed. 2 page: 34-35[View Page 34-35] 84 HOW HE WON HER. And Britomarte and Erminie were left together for a long tte-h-tpte. Erminie took Britomarte up into her own bed- chamber, and they sat down to talk. What need to relate their conversation? To do it would be to repeat all that is already known to the reader of what happened to each dur- ing their long separation. To Britomarte Erminie told the same story that she had told to Justin, and by her was com- forted with the same tender sympathy she had received from him. And Britomarte answered all Erminie's questions concerning the voyage, the wreck, the rescue, the life on the Desert Tsland, the deliverance from the place, the cruise of the Xyphias, the sea fight, the capture of the privateer, and the voyage home. CTTAPTER II, THE VETER:AN' S RETURN. SIWARD-Had he his hurts before? RossE-Aye, in the front. SIWARD-Why, then, God's soldier be he SHAKSPEARE. WHILE Erminie and Britomarte talked together, there came a rush of feet upon the stairs, followed by the flinging open of the chamber door, and the sudden appearance of Elfie. She sprang at once towards Britomarte, threw her- self upon her bosom, and hugged and kissed her, and laughed and cried over her. But, dear Elfie, how soon you have returned. In twenty-four hours. Why, you could scarcely have reached your journey's end. And how did you find your father? Doing well, I hope, from your joyous looks'," said ]Er- minie, as soon as she could put in a word. "Oh! yes, the old boy's all right! He's got his right arm in a sling, and a plaster on both cheeks, and a patch over his left eye-that's all. He's not fit for duty, but he needn't go to bed before a healthy Christian's usual hour of retiring," answered Elfie, as she recovered hez breath, and threw herself into a chair. "But how soon you have got back; I don't understand it," said Erminie, returning to the previous question.' "Don't you? Well neither do I. All I know is that I] came very near passing my awful old responsibility on the road. When the train stopped at the Relay House-which you know used to be a comfortable hotel, but is now turned into something between military head-quarters and a bear garden--I looked out of the window, and there, as sure as you live, stood my pap, with a lot of dilapidated heroes-of the rank and file, on the platform. I had just time to jump off the car before the train started again." "Oh! Elfie, dear, how rash to jump off the cars just as the train was about to start!" exclaimed Erminie. "' Rash! ' Well, I like that. How could it have been rash?" "You might have been killed." But I wasn't, so it couldn't have been rash. If I had been hurt, then you might have called it rash; but as I wasn't, you can only call it fearless. But I don't want to talk of myself, but of my ferocious old governor, who stood there on the platform, bloody, dusty, smoky, bound, band- aged and plastered, and looking, for all the world, like a dis- reputable old prize-fighter that had been considerably dam- aged in the ring." "But you met him-oh, you met him as the daughter of a hero should meet her wounded father!" exclaimed Erminie with enthusiasm. "Which means that I wept over theold boy, and set him to weeping, and made a melting scene among all those soldiers. Not much I didn't. I took him by his whole arm, and turned him round and round until I had'inspected him well, and then I said' page: 36-37[View Page 36-37] HOW HE WON HER. "Oh; you miserable looking old pap. I don't believe yol came from Gettysburg or any other gallant battle-field. ] believe you are fresh from a fireman's free fight, or an elec. tion riot, where the pretensions of rival candidates are can. vassed with cudgels. Where have you been, and what doing, to get yourself so dirty, and knocked into such an old cocked hat?" "And my old governor laughed, and said that he had been in a dusty place; that it was very dusty at Gettys- burg; and that shot and, shell were flying thick and fast. "I begged him to have the largest bath-tub in the house filled with hot water, and to rub himself down from head to foot with soft soap and hard towels, and put himself in soak for three hours; and I gave him the suit of clean under-clothes that I had brought along in my carpet bag. "And though in general paps are very disobedient persons, yet he promised to obey me, and he kept his word so far as to take a good bath, while I got up a good dinner for him; and I must confess that he didn't look half so badly when he joined me at the dinner-table, freshy washed and newly clothed, with all the smuts and stains I had taken for bruises and gashes cleansed away. But if all heroes have such heroic appetites as my heroic pap, I don't wonder famine so often follows war." Britomarte laughed, but Erminie said: l Men who are fighting cannot stop to feed. He must have fasted long." "Long! - I should think he had fasted forty days and nights. I told him so; and he answered that he felt 'hol- low.' And I couldn't help saying as I carved the second fowl for him: "'Pap, I know next to nothing about anatomy and physiology, but from certain indications I should judge you to be hollow all the way down to the soles of your boots." "Oh, Elfie! how could you?" exclaimed Erminie. " ave you no veneration at all?" THE VETERAN S RETURN. 87 "Not much. I'm afraid there's a hole where that bump ought to be. But, as I said before, I don't want to talk of myself, but of my glorious old governor. Well, at that dinner we had a sort of explanation; for you may be sure, not knowing that I was going on to fetch him, he was as much astonished at seeing me there as I was at seeing him. So in answer to his questions, I told him that, knowing very well he wasn't able to take care of himself even in the best of times, I had started out with the intention of bringing him home. And then I demanded to know how it hap- pened that he should be loafing about the Relay House in such a disrespectable way; and he told me that, feeling stiff and sore, and hungry and tired, he had got off at the Relay House with the intention of resting for the night before going on to Washington. And then the old fellow got sentimental, and called me his darling child and his brave girl; but I stopped all that by firing off at him the news of Britomarte's and Justin's resurrection from a 'watery grave.' Girls, it did him more good than all the surgeon's plasters, and even the bath and dinner. He felt better immediately, and proposed that we should start for Washington by the evening train to welcome you back. But of course I wouldn't allow that. Instead of letting him go to Washington, I made him go to bed, and carried him a cup of tea, and read to him all the evening. It was the full account of the battle of Gettysburg in the morning paper." "But he must have know all about that," put in Er- minie. "Must he, then? I tell you he was in the thick of the: fighting, and yet he knew nothing or next to nothing of it; at least not one-tenth part as much as we know, who were not there, yet who read the papers. 'It was a dusty place. It was a noisy place. Shot and shell were a flying thick and fast. I was struck several times, but we page: 38-39[View Page 38-39] qo 38 HBOW RE WON HER. whipped the rebels!' TBat was the sum and substance3of all the information I could gain from my warlike pap about the battle; but he listened to the Republican's long account of it with the deepest interest, and fell asleep in the midst of it. I let him sleep, seeing that he was tired out, and knowing that we would have to continue our journey in the: morning." "But, Elfie, dear, what have you done with your father now? Let me go to him; he must feel neglected." "Oh, no, he don't. I tookl him at once to his bed-room and made him lie down and rest; and I asked Catherine- to take him up a glass of wine and some biscuits. He's all right, and will join us at dinner. And now, with your good leave, I will go to my room and get a little of this dust and smoke out of my eyes and nose before presenting my- self to the Reverend Justin Rosenthal," said Elfie, rising. "Then come to us in the drawing-room, for we are going down there," said Erminie. Elfie nodded assent, and then flew out of the room, sing- ing. "We are coming, Father Abraham, Three hundred thousand more." And Erminie and Britomarte went down stairs to the drawing-room, where, in the course of an hour, they were joined by Elfie, who had renovated herself with a fresh toilet. " i When the three friends were seaed together, Britomar . said: if "ttere are three of our school quartette; but where is- the fourth? Where is Alberta Goldsborough?, " "Alberta Corsoni, you mean; for she has changed her- I0 self from a. planter's daughter into a bandit's bride, or a -: guerrillas bride, which amounts to the same thing," said "She made her escape from the convent, and eloped with :i',?l THE VETETERAN'S RETURN. 89: Vittorio Corsoni, who married her the same nght," said Erminie. "Yes; and he was a good fellow enough until he mar- ried her. He had embraced the cause of the Union against the rebels. Some people said, however, that he did so only in opposition to old Mr. Goldsborough, who had opposed his union with Alberta. J However that may be, he certainly was a Unionist before his marriage. But it seems that Alberta is one of the most determined female rebels that ever lived; and possessing immense influence over her love-sick young husband, she won him to the cause of re- bellion; so that now he is one of the most formidable of those brigand leaders who ravage with fire and sword the shores of the Potomac and its tributaries," said Elfie. "His Italian nature took readily to guerrilla warfare," sighed Erminie. "And now he and my traitor are brother bandits, and the best friends in the world. When either has made a successful raid, he divides the spoils with the other," laughed Elfie. "But what a condition to come back and find my native country in! It seems to me as if in dream or trance I had lost my footing in the nineteenth century, and slipped down into the tenth; or as if I had died, and my spirit had passed into another state of existence. This change has come gradually upon you, but upon me it has burst like a thunderbolt. I left the country in smiling peace; I return to find it groaning under all the horrors of civil war," said Britomarte, bowing her head upon her hand in deep thought.; "Britty, stop that! If people go to musing now, they go mad!- It is a time to act, not thinlr!" said Elfie, Iharply. "I know it-I know it-and I shall act!" exlaimed thea beautiful ara z n. page: 40-41[View Page 40-41] 40 HOW HE WON HER. "Britty there is one piece of forbearance for which I ^ thank you," said Elfie, by way of changing the subject." "What is that?" inquired Miss Conyers. "Well, although three years ago you warned Erminie !? and myself that if we should have anything to do with the : ' natural enemy' we should inevitably come to grief, and al- X though you see that through disregarding your warning we have come to grief, you magnanimously forbear to say--'I told you so!t" Xi "I do not think that you have. I call the treason that , divided your betrothed lovers from your side a very provi- dential thing, so far as you are concerned. I can mourn over their sins, but not over your escape," said the man- . hater, firmly. "Yet it hurt some, at the time," said Elfie, raising her . eyebrows; "though I wouldn't admit that to anybody else but yourself, Britty, it did hurt, didn't it, Minie?" Erminie covered her face with her hands, and wept softly. X "It hurts still, you see," whispered Elfie. "Oh, I hope -I do hope-the next shell that flies into Charleston will cut that fellow in two! As for my traitor, being a guerrilla,?I I trust that neither shell nor shot will cheat the gallows of its dues." And Elfie indignantly dashed away the tears that dared to sparkle in her own eyes. X "I am a very weak woman. I must get up and go to the hospital. I should have gone an hour ago. Brito- X marte, will you come with me?" said Erminie, rising, and wiping her eyes. 'Yes, with pleasure," said Miss Conyers. 'Do you go y every day? - "Twice every day, in order to visit as many as I can. I go in the forenoon, return to dinner, and then go again in the afternoon. And, after all, so many are the hospitals, and so thickly are they crowded, that I can only visit each . X THE VBTERAN S RETURN. ,i patient about twice a week, and then how I wish I could be in twenty wards atathe same time. You must help me in the hospitals, Britomarte dear. There is so mueh to do. And when one has devoted all her time and strength and means to the work, and happily eased the sufferings of some scores, there are hundreds of others needing the same help." "I hope all our women are doing their duty in this crisis," said Miss Conyers. "They are doing what they can; but wives and mothers have very little time, and very little means either, in these war days, to bestow upon the poor soldiers; and young girls are generally inadmissible to the hospitals except at certain stated hours. Me--for some reason or other, per- haps for my respectable black dress and sedate aspect-the surgeons admit at any hour. And heaven has blessed me with ample means and ample leisure to devote to the sick and wounded soldiers." "Yours is an angel's mission, my Minie; and you are worthy to be entrusted with it. You have been weighed in the balance, and not found wanting; you have passed through the fiery furnace of affliction, and come forth pure gold; you have been tried and found faithful; and you have been called to a much higher and holier destiny than would have been yours as the wife of--" "Oh, don't! don't, Britomarte!" exclaimed Erminie, shrinking even from this light touch upon her unhealed wound. Then reverting to the subject which they had first spoken, she said: "It is a great school for the spirit-this to which I go. Volumes, libraries could not contain its lessons. Let one give all her time, strength and means to the sufferers there, and she will still reoeive more--infinitely more-than she gives." page: 42-43[View Page 42-43] 42 HOW. HE W ON HER., "In the examples of almost superhuman patience, cheer- fulness and fortitude among those brave men, who, wounded, mutilated, agonized, will never utter a complaint, will give you smile for smile, and receive with thankfulness any little gift the surgeons will allow you to offer them. Oh I how light seem my own troubles when I look upon theirs!" - We may judge what their courage in the fields must have been by their fortitude in the hospital," said Miss Con- yers. "Oh, Britomarte, yes! Ah! if you were to go with me on my rounds among these true heroes, from a man-hater you would become a man-worshipper, Britomarte. And then the extremes of youth and age that we find there The law has limited compulsory military service to the men between the ages of eighteen and forty-five; but true patriotism draws no such line. My dear father was sixty-one years old when he fell in front of his men on the field of Manassas. In one regiment that I know of there was a grandfather of sixty-three, his two sons of forty and forty-two, and four grandsons between the ages of thirteen and seventeen." "That was glorious!" exclaimed Miss Conyers, with en- thusiasm. "And Britomarte, as I live, I found in the Water's Ware- House Hospital of Georgetown, a boy about twelve years old, who had been brought in among the last lot of wounded from the battle-field of Manassas! When I expressed astonishment and pity, I was told that there were boys of twelve who were soldiers of the line! And since then I have learned beyond all question that such is the fact!" "Oh, Erminie! if what you tell me is true, as I have no doubt that it is, what a race of heroes the women of America have brought forth I " exclaimed Miss Conyers, with all the enthusiasm of her soul shining in her eyes. "I thought you would grow into a man-worshipper, Bri- tomarte," said Erminie, smiling. I! T HE: VE T ERAS BEN' R E:TUR N. 43, 'I/ "And I thought she would contrive to turn over all the I glory to the women, where, of course, it justly belongs, as she has done!V" exclaimed Elfie, saucily, quoting--"What a race of heroes the women of America have brought forth!" ( "Come, let us put on our bonnets and go to the Douglas Hospital," sai&dErminie. But just at that moment the bell rang, and the next in- stant the door opened and Justin entered the drawing-room accompanied by Lieutenant Ethel. X Elfie sprang up to greet her old acquaintance, but dropped into her seat again on seeing a stranger. Justin advanced and warmly shook hands with his little, friend, and with Britomarte, and then he brought up Lieu- tenant Ethel and presented him to the party. "I am very glad to see you, sir; and I have to thank you very earnestly for your great kindness to my brother and friends in their extremity," said Erminie. The young officer bowed lowly before the beautiful, pale girl, who thus addressed him, and he replied: ' It will now be a much greater pleasure to me than ever, 'to remember that I was able to be of some slight service to your friends, Miss Rosenthal." "I trust that you will give us some opportunity of prov- ing our gratitude to you, Mr, Ethel. My brother informs me that your duties will detain you here in Washington for- some days or weeks. I hope that you .will gratify us by- making our quiet house your home during the-period of your, stay," said Erminie. ", A thousand thanks, Miss Rosenthal! But my domes- tication in this lovely home would be much too great a tax upon your kindness, and very much too great a happiness for my merits," said the young officer. "I assure you it would give us sincere pleasure to have you," urged E'rminie "Ethel shall stay just where he is, Erminie. Give your- page: 44-45[View Page 44-45] " HOW HE WON HER. self no further trouble to press him. I was his guest for many weeks, and he shall be mine for many days, at least. Oh, I haven't consulted him on the subject. I knew it would be useless. I ordered his man Martin to pack up his effects and bring them over here this afternoon. So, sister, you may have a room made ready for the lieutenant and a ham- mock swung somewhere for the seaman-or lacking a ham- mock, an ordinary cot and mattress will do," said Justin. "Oh, Rosenthal," began the young officer. "Hold your tongue, Ethel! You're not on your quarter- deck now! I'm commander of this ship, and I mean to be, obeyed!" exclaimed Justin. "But you will allow me to say----" "Not a syllable against dropping your anchor in this harbor." "Well, I won't! I was only about to observe that I used to hear Judith threaten her ' gay Tom ' to make him do as he liked! You are only making me do as I like," said the young lieutenant, with a bow to Erminie. "And now let us talk about something else! Young la- dies, this is a great holiday! To-night there is to' be a bril- liant illumination, in honor of the two gxeat victories of Get- tysburg and Vicksburg. I have ordered in several pounds of wax-candles, which, when they come, you will have cut into the proper lengths. I have also spoken to a carpenter to come and fix holders for the lights at the windows. You can send a servant with him through the rooms," said Justin:. JUfSTIN ENLISTS.-- ELFE DRILLS. 45 CHAPPTER' III. JUSTIN NWLISTS.-ELFIE DRILSS. Sound, sound the clarion--fill, fill the fife I To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious strife Is worth an age without a name I 'Twas bustle in the street below- "Forward! march!" and forth they go. Steeds neigh and trample all around- Steel rings, spears glitter, trumpets sound HSCOTT. YOUNG Ethel remained the honored guest of the old par- sonage. He had been relieved of the command of the Sea Scourge and promoted to the rank of first lieutenant, and he was now waiting orders. Major Fielding also, while recovering from his wounds, made the parsonage his home. But neither arguments nor entreaties could induce Miss Conyers to profit by the large-hearted hospitality of the Rosenthals, and take up even a temporary residence under their roof. She found cheap board in a respectable private family, on the suburbs, near the parsonage, and she visited her friends very often, and went every day with Erminie to the hospitals. Justin, very soon after his return home, made known his intention of enlisting as a private soldier in the army.. This announcement filled the heart of his sister with dis- may. . All the latent pride in the gentle bosom of the Lu- theran minister's meek child arose in arms. In her own person, so deep was her humility of love, she would have stooped to the most menial office by which she could serve: her country, or one of its lowliest defenders; but for her idolized brother she was more ambitious, and she could not endure the thought of the hardships, privations and humil- iations he would have to suffer as a soldier in the ranks. "Do try to get a captain's commission in one of the new regiments now being filled up. You and your friends have page: 46-47[View Page 46-47] ^46 Or ow H WON HE R. influence enough to secure one; you know it, Justin," she urged. "But, my Minie, I know no more of tho science of mili- tary tactics than I do of the art of alchemy," laughed Jus- tin. "What of that? Are not lawyers' clerks, doctors' boys, counter-jumpers, barbers, bar-tenders, penny-a-liners, and all sorts of men, who know no more of the science of war than you do, daily turned into commissioned officers-captains, majors, colonels, and even brigadier-generals?" rather im- patiently demanded Erminie. "And hence the defeats that attended .our arms during the first two years of the war. No, Erminie; I am not so presumptuous as to apply for even a second lieutenancy, while conscious that I know nothing of tactics," said Justin, seriously. "Oh, but you can learn. There are no end to the works on military tactics. You meet them staring you in the face from every bookseller's window, and find them lumber- ing up every counter where the new novels used to be dis- played." "I don't doubt it." "I could not begin to tell you how many there are; but two of them I remember-Casey's Infantry Tactics and Hardee's ditto; each in three pretty volumes, that look for all the world like song-books--little mites of volumes, that a hard student like you could master in a week." "I dare say," said Justin, smiling; " and at the end of a week I should be very competent to drill a company, manceuvre a regiment, or fight a- battle-on paper /" "Oh, nonsense, brother! don't be sarcastic. I tell you it is all easy enough. I began reading the first volume of Hardee myself, and I assure you H feel equal to the simple regimental drill. -Now do, Justin, study tactics for an ex- amination for atcaptain's commllission in one of the new regi- ;ment." - - JUSTIN 'ENLISTS.--'Et IFIE DRILLS. 47 "My good little sister," tactics cannot be learned from books comfortably conned in the chimney corner. They must be learned on the parade- ground and on the battle- field." "But I cannot bear that you, with your scholarly intellect and refined habits should be a common soldier, Justin! I cannot bear it!" said Erminie, almost ready to cry. "My Minie! for ages to come the children of the ' ccmmon soldiers ' who fight in this war for the Union will look back upon their forefathers with more just pride than ever did the sons of kings upon their royal ancestry." "I know it, Justin! But, in the meantime, the associa- tion! Why, the rank and file of our army are made up of all sorts of men!" pleaded Erminie. "My sister, your experience among the wounded soldiers in the hospitals must have taught you that there are as noble men and true gentlemen in the rank and file of our army as any that ever wore the stars of a major-general," said Jus- tin, very gravely. "I know it! oh, I know it! Heaven forgive me for my pride ; for while you spoke I thought of Grandison, a French- man, who died after many months of suffering in the Trinity Church hospital in Georgetown. He was one of the most accomplished scholars and polished- gentlemen I ever met anywhere, not even excepting his countrymen the Orleans princes whom I met at the President's reception. Heaven forgive me for saying anything in disparagement of the common soldier!" said Erminie, meekly, as her brown eyes filled with tears at the remembrance of the dying soldier whose death-bed she had smoothed. "And you will oppose -my plan no longer, my sister?" inquired Justin, caressing her. "No longer," she murmured in reply. So Justin went and enlisted in a new regiment that was being formed to go into; active service. page: 48-49[View Page 48-49] 48 HOW HE WON HER. And his sister saw no more of him for a week, at the end of which he re-appeared at the parsonage with his fine auburn- hair cropped close to his head and surmounted by the soldier's cap, and his athletic form displayed to the very best advantage in the round blue jacket and trowsers of the private's uniform. The three young ladies were alone in the drawing-room when he was ushered in in this dress. Half laughing and half crying, Erminie sprang to wel- come him. With visible emotion Britomarte also offered him her hand. And Elfie openly expressed her opinion: "Justin, you were cut out for a common soldier! I never saw you look so well in my life. But then the close- fitting uniform of a private certainly does show off a fine figure of a man,' as no other dress in the world could. Somehow or other, I think of a gladiator, and of an Apollo, and the Colossus of Rhodes, when I look at you in that tight fit, Mr. Rosenthal." "Miss Fielding, I am your slave and your knight. Were it permitted in the ranks, I would pin your glove upon my cap for a feather and bear it through the battle- field to certain victory!" said Justin, laughing and bow - ing. "No, don't! Britomarte would put a spider in my dumplin!" "ELFIE!" indignantly exclaimed Miss Conyers. "You know you'd poison me if I should dare to-hem- be a friend of Justin's I! Oh, I know! I've read the story of the dog in the manger! how the dog couldn't eat the hay and wouldn't let the heifer eat it!" laughed the girl. "You are privileged to jest roughly, I suppose," said Miss Conyers, coldly. "I know I am," admitted Elfie--" privileged to do JUSTIN EN'LISTS.---ELFIE DRILLS. 49 everytling but flirt with Justin. If I was to dare to do that--llush, girls! you know liow Britty can hate men, but you will never know how she can hate women until some unlucky woman gives Justin her glove to wear in his cap! --Mercy! there, I've done!" exclaimed Elfie, shrinking from Britomarte's flashing eyes. "And now we'll change the subject. Justin, mon brave. you look very clean and verynice; your tight suit is such a clear bright blue, and your shirt-collar is as white as the driven snow; but, Justin, mon ami, can you keep clean over there in camp? that is the question! or, when you come to see us, shall we have to put you in soak over night before we can breakfast with you next morning?" "The river flows below our fort, and the sutlers keep a good supply of brown soap and crash towels, so I have hopes to be able to keep out of the category of the 'un- washed!" said the volunteer, "I am very glad to hear it. For as far as my observta- tion goes, there seems to be the most intimate relationship, and an inevitable connection, between dirt and glory. Why, even my pap, in speaking of the victorious field of Gettysburg, could only describe it as a 'very dusty' place." As Justin was obliged to be back at his camp before the hour of " tattoo," he could stay but a few minutes with his friends. He soon arose, took an affectionate leave of them, and went away. After this they saw but little of him at the parsonage. And when Erminie wished to see her brother, she had to get a pass from the provost marshal's office, and cross the river, and visit him in camp, in one of the forts of the lines forming the southern defences of Washington. All this time Major Fielding passed his days reclining in an easy chair under the shade of the vine-wreathed porch, reading, smoking, and recruiting his strength. 32 page: 50-51[View Page 50-51] 50 HOW HE WON HER. Young Ethel went every day to the Navy Department, with which he seemed to have a great deal of business. Britomarte and Erminie went daily to. the hospitals, with kind words and good gifts to the soldiers. And what was Elfie doing? For one thing, she was making great havoc in the heart of the young lieutenant, who had been, from the first, fascinated by her elfin charms, and for another thing, by the mysteriousness and eccen- tricity of her appearance and deportment, she was exciting all manner of disagreeable conjectures concerning herself among her surrounding friends. She was not encouraging her young adorer; far from it, she was snubbing him in the most contemptuous manner possible, by either ignoring his offered attentions entirely, or else repelling them carelessly, as she would have brushed off a troublesome fly. She grew moody, silent and unsocial. She studied Casey's Tactics all day long, except for an hour in the morning, which she spent in drilling. She borrowed her father's rifle, and went through the exercises with it, while the quiet drawing-room of the parsonage echoed with " the accents of an unknown tongue." "Shoale-dore--HUMS! Pre-sent-usums! Shoale-dore --HUMiS!" "For you see, Britty, I notice that the drill officer on par rade don't say 'shoulder,' but ' shoale-dore! ' nor I arms,' but ' hums! and I want to be right bv drill and not dic- tionary," Elfie explained to Miss Conyers, who sat watching her performance in amazement. "But Elfie, my dear, why do you go through all this!" she inquired. "Don't you wish I'd tell you?" mocked Elfie, trailing arms and panting for breath. "Yesj I do!" said Miss Conyers, gravely. "But I won't.-Dear me, this rifle is very heavy,'* said J J7USTIN' ENLISTS.---E L F I E DRILLS. 51 I Elfie, as she set the arms up in a corner, and. threw herself j into an easy chair to recover her breath; "I do wonder why the government don't have lighter ones made, such as might be handled easily by a boy of fifteen-" i "Or a girl of twenty," murmured Britomarte, looking wistfully at Major Fielding's daughter. "--I am sure they have enough of such boys in the army-" "--And a few of such girls," murmured Miss Conyers thoughtfully. "And I don't wonder the poor lads drop exhausted on the march, carrying such heavy rifles." "Or that the poor lasses sometimes break down and get found out." "I wish to goodness they would make lighter ones; I'm sure it would pay to do it." "So do I; I think so, too," murmured Miss Conyers. "Britomarte; why do you sit there whispering to yourself like a wicked enchantress muttering her incantations? What are you saying or thinking?" irritably questioned Elfie. . a I am thnking, Elfie, from what I see, that you are con- templating enlistment; and Elfie, I will not be the one to discourage you provided you have your father's consent," said Miss Conyers, earnestly. "Yes; but I haven't got it, and I couldn't get it. At the mere mention of the thing the dear old boy raised such a row as never was. Blest if I didn't think he'd raise the other Old Boy from the place below, you know. No, Britty, I am not dreaming of enlisting." "Well, then, what are you dreaming of?" "Ah, wouldn't you like to know?" "Indeed I should. What is it, Elfie?" "Why, that's the mystery; but it may come out in a few days, as the doctor said of the measles, or the cat of the mouse, I forget which." page: 52-53[View Page 52-53] 52 nHow xHE WON HER. "Elfie, what are you talking of, love? Mystery, measles, mouse-what do you mean?" "When does the draft come off?" inquired Elfie, with- out answering Britomarte's question. {C Next week." {"Then next week you will find out what I mean." How? "That's all." And that was all, for not another word of explanation could Britomarte get from Elfie. The next morning after this conversation, Justin paid one of his rare visits to the parsonage. He informed his sister thatohe was promoted to the rank of corporal, and laughingly pointed to the chevrons on llis sleeves. Major Fielding, who was much better, and was expecting to be ordered to his regiment, chuckled as he congratulated Corporal Rosenthal. "Your promotion is the second step up the ladder of military fame, on which your enlistment was the first step. And let me remind you, my boy, that half the greatest generals the world has ever known were men who rose from the ranks. Why, Lord bless my soul, boy, I myself en- listed as a private soldier, and see where I am now," said the major, with a little pardonable egotism. "Good gracious, pap, that was two years ago! If Justin rises no faster than you did, the war will be over before he is a drill sergeant," said Elfie. "Yes; but he will rise faster, daught'. Young men can rise faster, as well as run faster, than old ones. You see with me there were drawhacks, daught'. For one thing, I wasn't tip-top at the double-quick!" "Except in retreat, pap!" "} Hush, you saucy imp!" i But, in any case," sighed Erminie, "Justin's promo- tion must be very tedious." 'a } JUSTIN ENLISTS.--ELFI] DRILLS. 58 "Not at all," said the major. "He will rise as fast as he learns. A young man like our volunteer here is not going to be overlooked in the lines. He will be promoted as fast as possible. The regiment is not filled up yet, you know. New companies are being formed. And I will guarantee, before the regiment marches, Justin will have received his captain's commission." "Heaven send it!" aspirated Erminie. "Dear sister, and good friends," said Justin, earnestly, "I beg you to understand that I did not enter the army to seek my own advancement, but to do my duty to my country." "I know that, Justin," said Erminie-" know it well; but " "Advancement will be your destiny whether you seek it or not," said the major. As time was up, and Justin had to be back in camp by the evening roll call, he took leave of his sister and friends and departed. The prophecies of Major Fielding were fulfilled. Justin rose rapidly from the ranks. The next time he visited his sister, he wore, the badge of a sergeant upon his sleeves. And he delighted Erminie with the announcement that the colonel of his regiment had notified him that he should have a lieutenant's commission in a company that was then being formed of new recruits, and had also hinted at still further advancement. 1 page: 54-55[View Page 54-55] 54 HOW HE WON HER. CHAPTEX IV. THE SOLDIERS LOVE 'Tis often in the parting hour, Victol;ious love asserts his power O'er coldness and disdain; For flinty is her heart can view To battle march her lover true. Can hear perchance his last adieu, Nor own her share of pain-WALTRa SCOT, AT length the draft commenced, and the city was in a pretty state of excitement. There were hundreds of youths who had been withheld by the authority of parents or the persuasions of friends from volunteering, but who were now in great hopes of being drafted and "made to do as they liked." And there were hundreds of men whose health had never been known to suffer before, but who now sud- denly fell ill of grievous disorders. Never-no, never since the cholera of '32, had the city been so sickly. Never were so many people at one time affected with so many aches and pains. It was as if Pandora's box had been then and there opened for the first time, and all the maladies to which flesh is heir had been sown broadcast over the dis- trict. And never had there been such deplorable destitu- tion; never so many only grandmothers, widowed mothers, orphaned sisters and motherless children dependent upon men for support. But what else could be expected? . All, or nearly all, the heroes had volunteered long before the enrollment; and the men who did not were either serv- ing humanity in some other way, or else lacked the power or the will to serve their country. But in all the excited multitude not one was more ex- cited than our Elfie.. Every morning when the paper came, she was the first to seize it; and she would let her coffee grow cold while she THE SOLDIERIS LOVE. - 55 read out the list of drafted men to the company at the breakfast table. And on the day on which the draft for her sub-district was to come off, Elfie was very nearly beside herself. She could not be easy for one moment. She rambled all over the house and grounds in the most restless manner. She drilled a little while, and then she threw aside her rifle and re-commenced her rambles. She bought every edition of the evening papers, extras and all, and read the list of thae drafted men; but at the very latest issue the list was in- complete, and Elfie was discontented. In the morning she was the first one down stairs, watch- ing for the early paper. It came, and the list was complete. But on this occasion, for the first time, Elfie omitted to read it aloud, and apparently no one had interest enough in the subject to try their eyes over the diamond type. But Elfie, who had been insane herself with anxiety on the pre- ceding day, seemed mad with exultation on this. She laughed at everything and at nothing. She sang and danced all over the house, and drilled more than ever. "Really, Elfie," said Erminie, "one would think that yesterday you had been in an agony of suspense lest some favorite brother or friend should be drafted, and that to-day you are in an ecstacy of joy on perceiving that he has escaped. What ails you dear?" a Never mind, you'll soon see. ' We are coming, Father Abraham, Five hundred thousand more,' " replied Elfie, singing and dancing out of the room. In two or three days they did know. It was one morning after breakfast. Major Fielding had walked out for the first time since he was wounded. Miss Conyers had just dropped in for a morning call. Erminie, Elfie, Britomarte and Lieutenant Ethel were . . page: 56-57[View Page 56-57] 56 HOW HE WON HER. assembled in the drawing-room, discussing the one great topic of the day, the very last battle, when there came a ring at the bell, followed by the entrance of Uncle Bob, bringing a large, formidable-looking letter, and gazing around in per- plexity, as doubting to whom to deliver it. "Penny pos', Miss," he said at length, appealing to the young mistress of the house. But Elfie sprang up and darted past every one, and seized the letter, exclaiming: "It is for me!" "For you, Elfie? That letter!" said Erminie, in incred- ulous surprise. "Yes; if you doubt it look at it!" replied Elfie, triumph- antly, turning the back of the letter to the whole group, so that each one could read its superscription. It was a long, large, yellow envelope, bearing on its upper- right-ha nd corner the words: PROVOST MARSHAL'S OF- mICE. Official Business. Directed to Sydney Fielding. And exclamations of wonder broke from all present. "It cannot be for you, Elfie. It is from the Provost Mar- shal's office, and on official business. You can have no official business with the Provost Marshal, my dear," said Erminie. Can't I?" mocked Elfie. "But iwhat business can you have?" "You'll hear presently- We are coming! we are coming! our Union to restore--- ' "Elfie, dear, do stop singing, and be reasonable. This letter is directed to Sydney Fielding. There must be a mis- take. Sydney Fielding!" "Well, what is my name? Isn't it Elfrida Sydney Field- ing! "Yes; but--" -"Just so. The Elfrida's left out. I had it left out on THE SOLDIER'S LOVE. 57 purpose. Not that I intend to claim exemption on that ac- count, like the poltroon Jonson, who tried to get off on the ground that the enrolling officer had spelt his name wrong, naturally writing it 'Johnson.' This summons is directed to Sydney Fielding, which means me, Elfrida Sydney Fielding, i' since there is no other Sydney Fielding in existence, and I shall respond to it." "Summons! Enrolling officer! Whatever do you mean, Elfie?" inquired Erminie, in growing amazement, il, which was fully shared by young Ethel. As for Britomarte, she seemed to know, or guess, the meaning of the whole affair. I' Wait a minute!" said Elfie, breaking the broad seal, and- reading the letter, which was half print and half manu- script. Her companions watched her impatiently. "I knew it!" she exclaimed, jumping up and singing: "We are coming, we are coming, our Union to restore!" "Oh, Elfie! Elfie! are you quite distracted?" exclaimed Erminie, in distress. "No, my dear, I am not 'distracted ;' I am only draft- edf" said Elfie. "Drafted!" exclaimed all, in a breath. a Yes, drafted, friends and fellow citizens!" "Elfie, you are crazed," said Erminie. "No, not ' crazed'--conscripted / You always hit upon the right initial, but not on the right word!" replied Elfie. "You do not mean to say, in sober earnest, that you are drafted, Miss Fielding? Such a thing was never heard of! Women have enlisted, and have served; but always when 'disguised as men. I never in my life heard of a woman be- ing drafted. Such an event would be impossible," said Lieu- tenant Ethel. "Impossible!' Lor! I mocked Elfie. "Are you so young and green as not to know impossible things constant- ly happen? And here is the proof in black and white." page: 58-59[View Page 58-59] ; S8 HOW HE WON HER. "If that document is the official summons of a drafted man, it proves beyond a doubt that it was never intended for you,'" urged the young officer. "For whom then?" mockingly inquired Elfie. "Why, of course, .for some individual who was enrolled under that, name." "All right! I was the individual enrolled under that name." "You, Elfie!" exclaimed all her companions, in a breath. "Yes-I, Elfie. Now, if you will all stop exclaiming and gesticulating, I'll explain." "Do so, then." "Well, you know, last June, when the enrolling officers were going round? ' "Yes," said Erminie. "The day they came here no one was at home but myself and the servants. You, Erminie, were at the hospitals, and my pap was with General Hooker. So I was keeping house that morning, when there came a peremptory ring at the bell. Old Bob, as usual, answered it, and then came tome with a scared face, saying there were two ' ossifer gemmen' at the door, asking for the head of the family.'" "Well?" "I was the vice-head, and so I went out to see what was wanted. There stood the two enrolling officers, with the big books and stumpy pens. I knew what they were ata glance. They looked tired and heated that warm summer day, so I invited them to sit down and rest in that cool, shady porch, which they did; when this sort of talk came off: "'How many male adults are there belonging to this house?' inquired the spokesman. ' Three or four in all,' I said. "'Name them if you please.' "'First, then, there is the Reverend Justin Rosenthal.' "I e began to take that name down. (THE SO,LDIER'S LOVE. 69 "But then he- sailed for India two years ago, and it is feared he is lost at sea,' I went on. i - "He stayed his hand, and looked annoyed, but then I' said: "' Go on. Who else?' i "a ' Well, then there is Benoni Fielding.' a Away he went scribbling at that name. "He is with General Hooker's army,' I continued. "He snatched up his hand impatiently, exclaiming: I "'Then of course we don't want his name. Who else? "Robert Snowflake,' I'answered. "Off he started scribbling again. "He is an African gentleman, aged seventy, the same old man who opened the door for you, I added. "Again his hand was arrested, and he inquired, half angrily: "'Well, is there any one else in the house?' "' Yes,' I said-' there is Sydney Fielding.' "'Well, before I take that name down I must be sure that he is not lost at sea.' "'No,' I answered. L Nor serving with General Hooker? 9 "No.' N A Tor yet an African gentleman aged seventy?X "No,' I assured him; ' Sydney Fielding is at present at home, and not in the service, is white, is twenty years old, and sound in mind and body. "' He'll do, then, beyond the least doubt! exclaimed the enrolling officer, entering the name of Sydney Fielding on his list. Then he inquired: "' Is there any other male adult in the house? !"I answered, I No-not one.' "And he shut up his book, and asked me the favor of a cool drink of water, which Uncle Bob brought him. When -he and his companion had drank their fill,--they thanked page: 60-61[View Page 60-61] 60 HOW HE WON HER, me and went away. And that's all," said Elfie, with a sigh of relief. "Well, I declare I never heard such a story in my life!' exclaimed Erminie, while Lieutenant Ethel looked grave, and Britomarte seemed amused. "Now see here, friends," said Elfie, as if she were upon her defence, "I told no fibs to the enrolling officer-not one. If he enrolled me it was all his doings, not mine. You know they re- a very suspicious set, those enrollers. They are always suspecting us of suppressing the name of some favorite friend or relative, to keep him from catching cold in the draft." "They have often just cause for suspicion," said young Ethel. Be that as it may, these officers must have suspected me of suppressing some name. For when I had cited every male creature belonging to the premises, he persisted in in- quiring if there was 'any one else?' Mind, he didn't say any man, but any 'one.' So I was able to answer, 'Yes, there was Sydney Fielding.' And thinking only of men, he took it for granted that Sydney Fielding was the name of a man, and enrolled it accordingly.", "It was a practical joke on your part, of course, Elfie, but you can carry it no farther. You will either take no notice of this summons, or you will get your father to take it up to the Provost Marshal's office and explain,"' said Er- minie, gravely. "Indeed I shall do neither one nor the other. t shall just obey the summons by walking up to the Provost Mar- shal's office and reporting myself." "Oh, El Elfie! fieI But your father will never permit you to take such an extraordinary step," exclaimed Erminie in dismay. "I shan't stop to consult him. I shall promptly obey peremptory orders. I shall go up and report for duty. I * in THE SOLDIER'S LOVE. 61 have been regularly enrolled, regularly drafted, and I shall regularly report." "Oh, Elfie! Elfie! how shocking! i "Why, -see here. I must. I don't come under any one of the heads of exemption. I know thatmuch. I am not an alien, nor an invalid, nor an idiot. I am not under eighteen or over forty-five. I am neither the only son of my grandmother, nor am I the father of fourteen small mother- less children, and one at the breast. In short, I cannot put in even the smallest of the numerous pleas by which the cowards cry off from Nerving their country. I am a native born citizen of the United States, aged twenty years, sound in mind and body, wind and limb, single, and with no one but my country depending on me for support."' And so saying, Elfie jumped up and danced out of the room to the tune of "Rally round the flag, boys! rally once again!" "Will she be so mad as to act upon that summons?" in- quired young Ethel, in consternation. Britomarte laughed. Erminie sighed. Neither could answer his question. To the confusion of all her friends, Elfie did act upone that summons. When Erminie went in search of her to try to persuade her to abandon her wild project, Elfie was no where to be found. 'Britomarte and Erminie went their morning rounds of the hospitals, and returned home to dinner. But Elfie did not appear. Neither, luckily, did her father. The two friends went out again on their afternoon rounds, and re- turned to tea., They found Major Fielding walking up and down on the porch. ., He greeted the young ladies cordially, and apologized for his unexpected absence from the dinner table by explaining that he had met a brother officer, who had carried him off to dine at Willard's. Then he in- quired: page: 62-63[View Page 62-63] 62 HOW HE WON. HER. Where- is my girl? I haven't seen her since I came home."- "She is in her room, perhaps," answered Erminie, un- easily, but hoping earnestly that Elfie might be found there. Erminie hurried into the house, and up stairs to Elfie's chamber, where, sure enough, she found the girl, with her bonnet and shawl thrown carelessly upon the floor, and her- self sitting down on the sofa, sulking. "Oh, Elfie, dearest, I am so glad to see you back again. We have been so anxious about you all day. Where have you been, darling?" exclaimed Erminie, going towards her. "Where have I been? To the Provost Marshal's office, of course.," { Oh, my dear!" "Yes, I have. But would you believe it, Erminie? they wouldn't accept me. No, they wouldn't, although I told them all that I told you, and proved to them that I didn't come under any one of the heads of exemption, and that I was both willing and able to serve my country. No; for all I could say they wouldn't accept me." "My dear, did you really expect that they would?" in. quired Erminie in astonishment. ' I don't see why they shouldn't. It's all bosh about my being a woman. I tell you, Erminie, a healthy young woman is quite as well able to perform military duty as most men are, and much more able than the mere boys they are constantly mustering into the ranks. I put that all to them. But they laughed at me-they did, the narrow- minded old fogies!" "My dear, it was the most indulgent manner in which they could have treated your bad joke," gravely replied Er- minie. CJoke?' I never was more in earnest in my life. I did my duty. But they didn't do theirs. And mind, Erminie, T THE SOLDIE R 8 LOVE. 68 I didn't abandon my point very easily. I didn't until they sent me away from the office." "Well, I hope here is an end of the whole absurd affair, my dear Elfie. And I am very glad that your good father If, has not been vexed by hearing of it." ^ But here is not an end of it. Erminie, I mean either to serve in the army, as some women are doing at this present moment, or I will furnish a substitute in some able bodied alien." "Then, darling, as your father is well off in means,. not- withstanding his great losses, I see no objection to your fur- nishing a substitute, though you are not obliged to do so. I myself have a representative in the field." "You, Erminie!" Yes, dear, and I think it the duty of every wealthy and independent woman in the country to have a representative in the army. But come, your father is waiting for you, Elfie. And tea is ready. Let us go to it." The two girls rose to leave the room. a Dear Elfie, pray do not- speak of this vexatious subject before your father this evening. This, you know, is his first day out. He has made a long one of it, and he looks tired; so let him have his tea in peace," said Erminie, as they went down stairs. Ia All right. I'll not say anything to spoil the dear old boy's digestion or disturb his night's rest." "'Old boy!' Oh, Elfie! to speak of your father so! How I wish you had a little more veneration!" "So do I; but as I haven't, what's the use of talking? May be, though honest affection isn't a bad substitute." "And you have that, Elfie dear, certainly. Here we are," said Erminie, opening the back hall door leading out on the lawn, where, under the shade of a spreading horse chestnut tree, the neat tea table was set. Britomarte, Major Fielding and Lieutenant Ethel were alo ready out there. page: 64-65[View Page 64-65] " HOW HE WON HER. Young Ethel started with delight on seeing Elfie; but Erminie raised her finger in a warning manner, and he sub- sided into quietness. Not a word was said about Elfie's ad- venture. They sat down at the table. Erminie poured out the tea. The major gave a description of the friends he had met at an early dinner at Willard's. And he spoke of his approaching departure to join his regi- ment. Lieutenant Ethel announced his own appointment to the command of the gun-boat "Thunderbolt," then lying off the Navy Yard. While they were still at the table the garden gate opened and Justin entered, smiling. They all arose eagerly to welcome him. He shook hands with Britomarte and Elfie, and with the two gentlemen, and kissed his sister, and then drew a chair to the table, where room was speedily made for him. "Why, he wears the captain's straps!" exclaimed Elfie, in delight. ' Yes," smiled Justin, "I have my company at last, Elfie." "But you said nothing about it!" "I wanted to see whether you would notice the straps without my pointing them out."' "' Well, I declare!--Ladies and gentlemen I' have the honor to present to you--Captain Rosenthal!" said Elfie, solemnly. "I saw your new straps, Justin dear-I saw them at once. What change could take place in you that I should not see?" said Erminie, in a low voice. "I understood you, my sister," murmured Justin. Then he turned his eyes on Britomarte. She met the glance and answered gravely: "When you are promoted for services rendered on the battle-field, Justin. then I will congratulate you." ai. ^ ^ -,j * . TH S OLDIER' S LOVE.. 65 Captain Rbsenthal bowed in silence. Certainly; what have we all been thinking of? He has risen from the ranks without ever having been under fire; he' has been advanced upon the small merits of keeping I himself clean and minding his drill. Bosh! When you ' have seen twenty well-fought fields and come to us with one arm and both legs off and the stars of a major-general on, then we'll make much of you," said Elfie. "Oh, how cruel!" murmured Erminie. "No, they are not cruel, my sister. They are right," said' Justin. "Promotion is best earned in the battle- field, where I shall soon seek it. Though I hope to bring back a limb or two more than Elfie would leave me. ' ' "Yes--I hope so too; for she would literally leave you not a leg to stand upon!" exclaimed Major- Fielding heartily. Justin then announced that the brigade to which his regiment belonged was now ready for service, and was hourly expecting marching orders. And when tea was over he took leave and departed. It was not until the next morning, at the breakfast table, that Major Fielding discovered his daughter's esca- pade. Now that the draft was over, Elfie no longer read the papers aloud while others breakfasted. So Major Fielding had the morning paper in his hand, leisurely looking- over it while he sipped his coffee. Suddenly he set down his cup with emphasis, and nearly let out an oath. Erminie, Elfie and Ethel looked up to see what was the matter. "What the-- is this? How is it? Why wasn't I told about it? Answer, Miss!" exclaimed the angry old soldier, turning upon his daughter. "Now here's a row! Answer: what? -Now don"t ol 4 . ' * ' -, '.. page: 66-67[View Page 66-67] " How HE WON HER. itreperate, but explain, pap," coolly replied Elfie, as she daindly ate her egg from its shell. T"This, Miss! THS!" exclaimed the almost infuriated' old man, holding up the paper with one hand and rapping upon it with the fist of the other. e "'Don't make a noise over the breakfast table, you dear old boy-it is impolite; and don't destroy the paper be- fore other people have read it,-it is selfish. But tell me like a good boy, what's the row?" { She is half right. Erminie, my dear, I beg your par. don; but that girl of mine is enough to drive any sane man mad I Ethel, take that and read it," said the major, extend- ing the paper to the lieutenant and pointing out the offensive paragraph. It was headed-- A GIRL DRAFTED BY MSTAKE AND INSISTING ON SERVING. And it was a full account of Elfie's visit to the Provost Marshal's office and all that took- place in her interview with the officers there. "There!" said the major, when Ethel had finished read- ing-" what do you think of that? Oh, I'll take her across to St. Elizabeth's and shut her up in the lunatic asylum!" "No you won't, pap! People can't do that with sane women in this country! NNow do be just! that's a nice old boy! Could I help being drafted?" "It was some infernal mistake! I beg your pardon, Er- minie, my dear. It was same mistake. But you could have helped reporting, you exasperating " -"As if I would have helped reporting, pap? No! I leave that sort of poltroonry to the men!" said Elfie. The major fairly shook with wrath. "Be consoled, pap, they wouldn't have me, you know. They said I didn't belong to a good fighting family!" said Elfie patient about twice a week, and then how I wish I could be in twenty wards atathe same time. You must help me in the hospitals, Britomarte dear. There is so mueh to do. And when one has devoted all her time and strength and means to the work, and happily eased the sufferings of some scores, there are hundreds of others needing the same help." "I hope all our women are doing their duty in this crisis," said Miss Conyers. "They are doing what they can; but wives and mothers have very little time, and very little means either, in these war days, to bestow upon the poor soldiers; and young girls are generally inadmissible to the hospitals except at certain stated hours. Me--for some reason or other, per- haps for my respectable black dress and sedate aspect-the surgeons admit at any hour. And heaven has blessed me with ample means and ample leisure to devote to the sick and wounded soldiers." "Yours is an angel's mission, my Minie; and you are worthy to be entrusted with it. You have been weighed in the balance, and not found wanting; you have passed through the fiery furnace of affliction, and come forth pure gold; you have been tried and found faithful; and you have been called to a much higher and holier destiny than would have been yours as the wife of--" "Oh, don't! don't, Britomarte!" exclaimed Erminie, shrinking even from this light touch upon her unhealed wound. Then reverting to the subject which they had first spoken, she said: "It is a great school for the spirit-this to which I go. Volumes, libraries could not contain its lessons. Let one give all her time, strength and means to the sufferers there, and she will still reoeive more--infinitely more-than she gives." THE SOLDI ER E LOVE. ( Ii The major started up from the breakfast table, and left the room in hot anger. The breakfast party looked dismayed. Erminie arose and threw her arms around the perverse girl's neck, and pl-eaded with her. ' 'Elfie! dear Elfie, go after him. Ask his forgiveness. I Make friends with your father!" "a Leave me alone, Minie! I know my dear, old governor; he'll soon be all right!" said Elfie. But the dear, old governor did not get over his vexa- tion as soon as Elfie expected. He kept his little daugh- ter at a distance for some days. Come, pap," she said to him one morning, "let's compromise! I will promise you never to do so more,' if you will buy me a substitute!" But the indignant major made her no reply. Elfie persisted in her proposal with all the perseverance of the Beast, who daily for a year asked Beauty to marry him. "Come, pap! buy me a substitute and I'll promise you not to run away in boy's clothes, and 'list! " Bu-t still the old man did not deign to answer. All this time, also, Elfie was as she always had been, in all substan- tial services a most devoted daughter to her father. She attended to his room, to put all those little finishing touches to its comfort that no one but herself could effect. She kept his clothes in perfect order.. She had one of his half-dozen pairs of slippers always- just where he wanted them. His pipe was always at hand. His pitcher of iced lemonade was never empty. Nothing that tended to his comfort was wanting." But still the major was inexorable. "Just look at my pap! i Elfie would sometimes say, "sit- ting there sulking and distilling bile! If he goes on this way much longer, he'll make himself so sick I shall have to page: 68-69[View Page 68-69] tot H6W Ai WON, HER. give him a dose of calomel and jalap HPap! you may sulk as long as you please, and make yourself as yellow as saffron, but-if you don't buy me a substitute I'll 'list! I will ,as Sure as I'm the'daughter of -a hero!" So at length by coaxing, threatening, wheedling, and bantering, Elfie brought her indulgent old father out of his anger, and so far into her way of thinking that he actually did buy her a substitute. He gave'five hundred 'dollars to a fine young foreigner to represent Elfie in the field. CHAPTER V. THE LOVERS' PARTING. She weeps the weary day, The war upon her native soil, Her lover's risk in battle broil.-Sca TT BRItOMAARTE boarded with a widow of the name of Bur- ton, who had three grown daughters. They lived in a small white cottage, in a large, shady garden, in the north- eastern suburbs of the city, and not very far from the par- sonage. The mother and daughters supported themselves by taking in plain sewing from the quartermaster's depart- ment. As Britomarte was their only boarder, and was con- tented to share their own simple and frugal meals, her living was inexpensive, and she paid for it by needle work. Every hour of the day that she did not devote to visiting the hospitals with Erminie, was employed in this work, and the stroke of midnight often found her still at her needle. And yet, with all this industry, Britomarte could scarcely make enough to pay her small expensesi Justin. and Erminie guessed all this, and felt great but vain. regret; for so long as Miss Conyers remained so obsti- a HE LOYEBS PARTING. 69 nately proud and independent, they could do nothing on earth to assist her. "It seems to me," complained Erminie, " that if I were in Britomarte's place, I would allow those who love me to improve my condition." "You cannot understand her, and I do not blame her," answered Justin. Once, while the two girls were on their way to the Doug- lass Hospital, Erminie said: "Britomarte, dearest, if you will be so independent, why can you not be so in a more agreeable way--agreeable to yourself, I mean? Instead of delving over those coarse garments for the quartermaster's department, why do you not give music lessons?" "Because, my dear, I only want transient work, some- thing that I can give up at any moment without wronging any one." ! "But what do you mean by that, Britomarte?" "^My stay in Washington is short and uncertain."' "Oh, pray don't say that. Where will you go?" "I do not know, dear," answered Miss Conyers, in that grave tone that forbade farther cross-questioning. So Erminie sighed and fell into silence. Britomarte was now so closely engaged that she seldom got time to spend an evening at the parsonage. Something like a fortnight had elapsed since that evening when she had taken tea with Erminie, and laughed at Justin for his mere camp promotions; and since then she had not visited their house. One afternoon she sat diligently sewing on a coarse blue jacket, when Mrs. Burton came up to her room and told her that there was an old colored man below asking to wpeak to her.' She went down stairs and found Uncle Bob, who, handed her a note from Erminie. page: 70-71[View Page 70-71] 70 HOW HE WON HER. It was very short, and ran thus: "Dear Britomarte, please come to me at once, for Ian, in great distress. ERMNI Gn "What is the matter, Uncle Bob?" she inquired. "Ma'am?" "Is there anything amiss at your house?" ' No, ma'am, not as I knows of. Miss Erminie is crying, but I aint heern no bad news." Britomarte ran up to her room, and put on her bonnet and shawl, and came down and joined the old servant, and started for the parsonage. But her fleet steps soon dis- tanced his feeble ones, and she arrived at the house first, and hurried immediately to the library, where she found Erminie in tears. " What is it all, my' dearest?" inquired Miss Conyers, throwing off her bonnet and shawl, and taking Frminie in her arms. i' Oh, Britomarte, I have no courage at all when the test comes," sobbed Erminie, dropping her head upon the bosom of her friend. ' But what is it, dearest?" again inquired Miss Conyers, with a misgiving heart. , , "Oh, can't you imagine? Oh, Britomarte, the brigade has marching orders at last. It is to leave in the boats this evening." Even Britomarte for an instant reeled under the blows but in another she rallied and replied: "That is well. We don't want any more camp heroes, Errlinie."' "But it is so sudden. True, we were expecting this, or rather hearing of it, every day. But i t had got to be an old story. I began to think that the brigade would remain in the forts, when about an hour ago came an orderly ser- geant with this note from Justin-listen to it," said Erminie, unfolding a little note and reading: T'HE LOVER S PARTINO. 7,! Eead Quarters of the --- Fort-- MY DEAREST SISTER:-We have received our march- ing orders. We go by the six o'clock boats this afternoon. I will try to see you before we leave.. If I cannot get to the house, will you be at the wharf? And as you love me, send for Britomarte, and prevail on her to remain with you at the house, or accompany you to the wharf, as the case may require. Heaven bless you both. JUSTINO. A It is now two o'clock. Shall you stay here or go to the wharf?"Viquired Britomarte, in a tremulous tone. "I shall remain here until five o'clock. - If he does not come before that hour, I shall know that he will not come at all, and that the only chance we shall have of taking leave of him, will be at the wharf," replied Erminie. "My darling, if he is not here within a very few moments, he will not be here at all; for you know he must leave himself time enough after visiting you to get back to camp to march his company." "That is true. Still, it is not worth while for us to leave the house before five o'clock, as they will not be at the boats before half-past five," said Erminie. "You are right," agreed Britomarte. "And oh! I still hope that he may come here. Itwill be dreadful to have to bid him good-bye at the wharf, in the multitude of men. But if I do have -to go to the wharf, you will go with me, Britomarte?" pleaded Er- minie. "Certainly," replied Miss Conyers. "And oh! Britty, Britty, if you would only give him a little hope-a little hope to cheer him on his way." : "Don't speak of it, Erminie. I would die for youw brother rather than sacrifice my principles so far." Erminie sighed and forbore to reply. page: 72-73[View Page 72-73] aHOW H E WtON' H ER. "Where is Elfie?" inquired Miss Conyers, to change the conversation. "She is packing her father's portmanteau. He, too, leaves, us to join his regiment to-morrow; and Ethel goes the day after. We shall have a lonely house here, Brito] marte." "You will fill it with refugees from the South, never fear,"' said Miss Conyers, cheerfully. Even while she spoke, the door bell rang sharply. "That is Justin!" she exclaimed, springing to her feet and running out to meet him. Britomarte remained pale and breathless where Erminie had left her. There was a sound of meeting, and of sobbing, and of cheering words, and then the brother and sister entered the library. Britomarte arose and gave her hand to Justin. He pressed it in silence. They could not trust themselves to speak just then. "How long--can you stay with us, my brother?" said Erminie, striving hard to control her emotion and to speak with composure. "I may remain with you until five o'clock, dear. My first lieutenant will march my company to the boat, and I have leave to join it there." "Thank Heaven for so much grace!" replied Erminie, as she turned and left the room. She went out from a two-fold motive-to order a dainty dinner prepared, so that they all might partake of one more meal together, and also to give her brother the oppor- tunity of making one more last appeal to his obdurate love. When they were left alone together, Justin anA tBrito, marte remained for a few moments silent and motionless. Both were too full of suppressed emotion to trust them- selves to move or speak. . , THE LOVER'S PYARTIG. 78 Justin was the first to master himself. When he had done so, he approached Britomarte, stood before her a moment, and then taking her hand, said, in a tone thrilled with passion: "I promised you never again to speak of the subject nearest my heart." "Then keep your promise, Justin," she said, in a gentle, solemn voice. { You will not free me from it?" "aI cannot.;" ' Britomarte i" Well? Do you know why, after so long a delay, we have at length received such sudden marching orders?" "I do not."- "Nor yet where we are going?" "No." "I will tell you. We are ordered to C , to reinforce General M , who is hourly expecting a battle." Britomarte started as if she had suddenly received a stab; but quickly recovered herself, and firmly replied: s Then I congratulate you, Justin. I would to Heaven I could stand at your side-your brother-in-arms'-on the day of battle!" a So would not I," said Justin, gravely--" so would not I. But, Britomarte, you have it in your power to give my arm great strength, if you please to do so." "Love of your country should be all sufficient to nerve your arm, Justin," she answered, eariatly. He took her hand, and sought to read her face; but she turned away her head to concealthe emotion she could not quite control. They were interrupted: ' 'Malbrook is bound to the wars I Malbrook is bound to the wars I page: 74-75[View Page 74-75] t4 HOW HE WON HER. Malbrook is bound to the wars I And I hope he'll never return I' n sang Elfie, dancing into the room. ' "So you are really off, are you, Justin?" she inquired, giving him her hand. "Yes, Elfie-really off at last," replied Justin, smiling. "Well, so is my governor, and so is my substitute! And I wish with all my heart and soul that I was going too! But, you see, I have given my pap my sacred word not to enlist, unless my substitute jumps the bounty, or gets himself killed or taken prisoner!" said Elfie. Erminie hearing the voices in the library, thought it would be of no use for her to remain out any longer, depriv- ing herself of her brother's society. So she came in. And after that the conversation, under the auspices of Elfie, became general and cheerful. A very nice dinner was served at four o'clock. And Jus- tin and the three young ladies sat down to it together. Major Fielding and Lieutenant Ethel were not at home, :and not expected before six o'clock. After dinner Erminie sent out for a carriage. C"You must let us ride down to the wharf with you, Justin, and see you off," said his sister. "Yes, yes -'it is just what I wish," he answered. 'c Britomarte, dear Britomarte, you, too, will go with us," pleaded Erminie. "Of course I shall, love," murmured Miss Conyers, in reply. . "Elfie dear, I kw that you must stay here to receive your father when he comes in to dinner, else I would ask you also to go with us," said Erminie. "Thanks for nothing!" laughed Elfie. I can't go, and I don't want to go; and as Captain Rosenthal is neither my brother nor my lover, there is no necessity for me to go." THE LOVER S PARTING. 75 The carriage was at the door at five o'clock. Justin took leave of Elfie, left his regards for Major Fielding and Lieutenant Ethel, and then entered the car- riage where Britomarte and Erminie were already seated. A half hour's rapid driving brought them to the steam- boat wharf, which was now a scene of great excitement. The troops were embarking; and a great number of people-relatives, friends and even mere acquaintances were assembled to see them off. The regiments were embarked by companies. And while one company would be passing'on to the boat in files, those remaining on the wharf were "at rest." Some were devouring fruit and cakes at the stands on the grounds; some buying papers of the news-boys, who were crying the last victory; some wee shaking hands with friends; and others, many others, were bidding good- bye to mothers, wives, sisters, or sweethearts, assembled there, " to see the last of them." In the crowd one boy attracted Britomarte's attention. Though he wore the uniform of a soldier, he did not seem to be more than fifteen years of age. A bright, spirited- looking lad he was, but he seemed quite alone in that crowd. No one accosted him, and he spoke to none. Britomarte watched him with some interest. "He belongs to my company," said Justin. Britomarte and Erminie now got out of their carriage and stood with Justin, until the company immediately before his own fell into order to embark. Then it was the turn of Justin's company to form. "I must leave you now, Erminie! be a woman, my little girl!" said Justin, hastily but fervently pressing his sister to his bosom. "God bless you! Oh! God bless you, my brother!" she cried, trying hard to swallow and keep down her sobs and team / . page: 76-77[View Page 76-77] 76 H OW HE WON HERB "Good-bye, -Britomarte V" said Justin, solemnly, giving her his hand. "Good-bye! May Godstrengthen your arm, and pre- serve your life in the battle, and send you back with victory Good-bye!" she answered, wringing his hand and dropping it, and turning away her head to hide the strong emotion all but too manifest in her countenance. A sigh reached her ear, and then the piteous words: "Well, there is no one in the world to bid me good-bye, or ask God to bless me. Oh, well, so much -the better may be, for if I'm killed there'll be nobody's feelings hurt." Britomarte looked up. It was the lonely boy who had spoken, and now he stood there with a smile that was more touching than tears could have been. Britomarte's pity moved for the friendless lad. "Yes, my boy, Iwill bid you good-bye, and pray God to bless you, and to bring you back to us safe!!" she said, takq ing the lad's hand, stooping and pressing a kiss upon his brow. Justin saw it all; but not a shade of jealousy clouded his own mind. He understood Britomarte too well. "God bless you for that, noble woman!" he whispered. A I will look after the lad as though he were my younger brother, or yours." And these were Justin's parting words to Britomarte. While he was leading his men on to the boat, Britomarte and Erminie returned to the carriage, where they sat watch- ing until the few remaining companies embarked, and the boat got up her steam, and steamed away from the wharf. Even then they continued to watch the boat as long as she'remained in sight. And finally they gave the order to drive back to the, parsonage, When they arrived, Ermi ie tried to persuade THB tolO*Ris PA RTING. - t Britomarte to alight and go in; but in vain. - Miss Conydr- felt that she needed the solitude of her own chamber. "Go in, dear Erminie. Elfie and her father will cheer you up this evening. To-morrow I will come to you," she said, embracing her friend, and then drawing her veil over her face and turning her steps homeward. Britomarte reached her boarding-house and opened the front door, which admitted her immediately into the neat little parlor where the landlady and her daughters were seated at tea. Mrs. Burton arose in a little bustle to get another cup and saucer, and saying, apologetically: "We waited an hour for you, Miss Conyers, and then we concluded that you were spending the evening with yout friends, and so we thought we would have our tea. But I will make some fresh for you in a moment."- "No-pray do not disturb yourself I can tot take any- thing just now. By and by, may be, I may come down and make a cup for myself," said Britomarte, passing hastily through the parlor to the back room, from which the stairs ascended to her own chamber. Arrived there, she bolted herself in, threw off her bonnet and shawl, and dropped down upon her bed, in a collapse of all her enthusiasm, and wept bitterly. For nearly three years she had been the constant companion of Justin,- under circumstances that threw them entirely upon each other for mutual comfort and support; and the love that had first been inspired by his high personal excel- lence was now confirmed by habit. Since they had returned to their native country, and mingled freely with their fellow-creatures, each little event that bad come between herself and her lover, to part them even for a day, had been felt like the stroke of a cleaving sword dividing her bosom, Even the first little parting in the city, when she went page: 78-79[View Page 78-79] 78 HOW HE WOS HERB temporarily to a hotel, and he went to his home, a few streets off, was a sharp pain, although she knew that she would see him every day. The second parting, when he enlisted, and went over to his fort on the south side of the river, was a much sharper pain, for she knew that she should see him only every week at oftenest. But now this parting was insupportable agony, for she felt that she might not see him for years, if indeed she should ever see him again. Moaning and weeping in her anguish and despair, she now realized how utterly her soul had passed into the soul of her lover, so that she lived only in his life. Yes, only in his life. Lifeless, except in its painful half-consciousness of death, seemed her own being; lifeless the great, populous city'; lifeless the long lines of occupied forts; lifeless all, because he was no longer in the midst. While away down the broad river, somewhere, in one man's bosom, beat the heart of all life for her. An unsupportable sense of suffocation, like the being stifled with grave clods, overwhelmed her. She struggled up and threw open the windows of her room for air. But it was a subtler air than any in her reach that she needed for her relief. And an intolerable longing to be near him, to be with him at all costs, seized her. She felt that she could not breathe apart from- him; that there could be no evil in this world come to her so great as this evil of sepa- ration from him; that there was nothing could be compared with it; nothing could be weighed against it; no cause on earth could or need justify such a mortal severance. Without him, the fairest, brightest scenes of earth would' be to her as lifeless and as gloomy as the charnel house, while with him any scene-- hut, a cave, a bomb-proof, the rifle-pits, the battle-field, aye, the Libby Prison itself, would be endurable. THE LOVER S PARTING. 79 In the great bitterness of her anguish, she repented that she had not married him, and gone with him to the field. That would have been happiness, and the only happiness possible for her. But then she was pledged to abjure his whole sex in the way of love and marriage. But if it were possible that she could have followed him to battle, followed him through life, as his sister, that would have been the next best thing to being his wife; or better still, as his brother, for as his brother she might be beside him on the battle-field, in the midst of an engagement, when shot and shell were flying fastest, in the thickest carnage, where, as his wife, she would never be allowed to appear. A vehement, passionate desire to be all this to her beloved; to be to him more than wife, sister or brother had ever been to man before--more than all these- combined could ever become-to be his brother-in-arms, his insepara- ble companion, his shadow, his shield, his guardian angel, in the tented field, in the pitched battle, in the rebel prison, or in the grave. And why should she not be all this to him? she asked herself. There was no law of God or man that. forbade it. There was no human creature whom she could hurt by it. In the midst of her impassioned aspirations she stopped short, sat down, and put her hands to her temples and took herself to task. "Am I mad or morbid?" she inquired. "All this must be wrong and extravagant. There are thousands and thousands of wives who are parted from their husbands, ; and girls who are parted from their lovers, by this war. I meet such every day, and they are very cheerful over it. My husband is on General Sherman's staff,' says one lady, with more pride than regret. 'John is with Admiral Dahlgren before Charleston,' chirps another, whose be- trothed is daily exposed to death. Is my love greater than page: 80-81[View Page 80-81] 80 tnow HE WON HER. theirs, or is my patience only'less?" She paused, and then answered herself- "I know not how it may be with others-I only know that I cannot live or breathe except I go to my lover's side and share his toils and dangers." And she arose and put back the dark tresses of her hair, while a wonderful calmness and resolution settled her stormy features into stillness. CHfAPrll VI. THE GUERRILLA!S Wlfl. Danger, long travel, want and woe, Soon change the form that best we know; For deadly fear can time outgo, And blanch at once the hair; Hard time can roughen\ form and face, And what can quench the eye's bright grace, Nor does old age a wrinkle trace More deeply,than despair,-SaoTT. ERMlE1 grieved bitterly over the departure of her brother; yet she, no more than Britomarte, would have kept him back even if she could have done so. But she wept and prayed through the whole of the succeeding night. Only the reflection that he was doing his duty to his country, and the belief that her prayers for his safety would be heard in Heaven, at length sufficed to console her. The next morning she had no time to grieve and but little to pray. A busy and exciting day was before her. Early in the forenoon, Lieutenant Ethel, with earnestly grateful acknowledgments of the affectionate hospitality he had enjoyed for so many weeks, took a sorrowful leave of the parsonage. It is true that he need not have hurried away to join his ihip at Balt'imore that day. But a fine sense of delictay THE GUER'RILLA'S WIPE. 81' suggested to him a certain impropriety in his remaining the- I guest of a house where there were only two young ladies I left to entertain him. So he took leave a few hours pre- vious to the departure of Major Fielding. "I feel really sorry that he is gone. He is a gentlemanly young officer," said Erminie, looking after the hack that was conveying him to the railway station. Yes, but he was a nuisance for all that! and I am very glad he is out of the way," said Elfie, who was standing by her side. "Oh, Elfie, how can you say any thing so unlrind!" "It isn't unkind; it is true." "He never was in my way." "No; because you are so methodical, you never can be put out by anything. You rise, dress, eat, walk, read and sleep by rule. Now I'm different. I like to sail all over the house in a loose wrapper, without the danger of meeting with one of the male sect of Christians. And when I am in a hurry in the morning I like to run down from my chamber to the kitchen in my bare feet. But I declare I never undertook to do either, yet, while there was a male creature in the house, that the male creature did not start out of the drawing room or the library and meet me full face, as if Old Nick had kicked him into my path. Not that I cared, only I didn't like it. And so I'm heartily glad Ethel-for one is gone. ' Malbrook is gone to the wars And I hope he'll never return!" Sang Elfie, saucily dancing into the house. In the afternoon Major Fielding took an affectionate leave of his daughter and their hostess, and left the city th join his regiment. Elfe had admonished him to keep his face clean and his hair combed and his shoes tied; to obey his superior officer, i page: 82-83[View Page 82-83] 8'2 HOGW HE WON HER.- write home once a week, and be a good old boy generally. She had watched him out of sight. And now that he was quite gone, she ran up stairs, away up into the attic, where she felt sure of being free from interruption, and she locked herself in and gave herself up to a good howling spell. She heard Erminie looking for her in the empty chambers below, doubtless with the intention of offering her consola- tion, and she held her breath to keep from being discovered. Presently she heard Erminie give up the search and go down stairs. And soon after Elfie also arose, wiped her eyes and stole down to her own room, where she washed her face, brushed. her hair and arranged her dress. And then she ran down to the library and joined Erminie. "I feel very sorry that your father has gone, Elfie," said the gentle girl, in a sympathizing tone. "So do I. But then he's gone 'where glory waits' him, and all that, you know, and-it's a great relief!" "Elfie!" - "Well it is, Minie. Bless the dear old governor! he is just as -little of a nuisance as one of the male persuasion :.x. can be reasonably expected to be; but they are all ?-..m nuisances, Minie, and it is a great relief to get rid of them." "Oh, Elfie, your father, dear!" " "Oh yes, I know, and I'm really very fond of my pap, and I shall pray every day, that he may keep out of the Libby Prison! And I'm very sorry he is gone. But why may I not draw what comfort I can from the reflection that the dear old fellow fagged me almost to death while he was here? Bless the tall baby I he never knew where he left his boot-jack, or what he did with his spectacles, or how to find his gloves. And I was worked harder than a draft horse with waiting on him to keep him straight! Now I THE GUERRILLA'S WIFE, 88 can recline back in my chair, and. kick my heels all day long at my ease!" And the perverse imp suited the action to the word. "I know you too well to believe you, Elfie. Although you say these shocking things, and seem to -take pleasure in seeing how they really do shock me, yet I am sure that at this moment you would give the -world, if it was yours, to have your dear father back again, if you could have him consistently with his duty. As for poor Ethel, however, I really do believe that you are glad he is gone," said Erminie, gravely. "You better had believe it. Ethel was a horrid bother, and I am delighted to be rid of him. Oh, Minie, it is a great blessing that there is not a man left in the house to worry us! What a good old time we shall have all to our- selves! We needn't trouble our- heads now about puddings and soups and salads and things! When we are hungry we can eat a bit of bread and butter, with some nice jam spread over it, and have a cup of tea. And we can sail about the house all day long in our wrappers and slippers, without feeling like blockade runners in imminent danger of meeting thee enemy." Erminie's thoughts had wandered to Britomarte, so she let her wild companion rattle on unheeded and almosi s unheard. She reflected that Britomarte had spoken of' calling to see her in the course of this day. Now the day was nearly over, and Miss Conyers had not come. "And I tell you what, Erminie, this is freedoeh. No more addling our brains over incessant changes of dishes to suit their exacting appetites. Lor, Erminie, if it were not for the men, we would never trouble our heads with the study of a new omelettte, or a new sauce or gravy, would we? But those gormandizing animals, you know, they think of nothing on earth all day long but their blessed stomachs, unless it is their bothering shirt buttonsl I page: 84-85[View Page 84-85] 84 HOW HE WON HER. really do believe we women were the original, creations, and men were afterwards inflicted on us in punishment of our sins. They are such torments, Minie. And now they- are all gone we shall have a glorious old time! And I'm going to begin mine by " Here a sharp, loud, impatient ringing of the door bell put a sudden stop to the conversation. "That's Britomarte, now," exclaimed Erminie, starting up. , No, it isn't. It's not her ring," cried Elfie. Then both paused and listened while Old Bob opened the door. A minute passed, and then the library door was opened' by the old man, who announced: "Madame Vittorio Corsoni!n And to the unbounded astonishment of the two girls, she who was once Alberta Goldsborough entered the room. a Oh, Alberta! Alberta! I am so glad to see you, love!" exclaimed Erminie, forgetting the guerrilla's wife, and im- pulsively springing up to meet with an overflowing welcome her beloved old school-mate. Elfie never budged. -1' "Glad--glad to see me whom you Unionists term a ebel? In truth, I had not expected this, Erminie," said --nrthe visitor, pushing farther off her face the long rusty black veil that had nearly concealed it. Erminie's countenance changed, her frame trembled, and her tones vibrated with emotion, as she replied: "I am grieved, Heaven knows how deeply grieved to hear you say so, Alberta." And then Erminie paused, in doubt as to what she should say or do next. Had the visitor been her own personal enemy coming to her in this seemingly inoffensive guise, she would have made her very welcome, and treated her very kindly. THE GUERRILLA 8 WIFE. 85 But her country's enemy was another affair. Had she the right to entertain a secessionist? Would it not be aiding and abetting secession? Erminie hesitated in much distress of spirit. Her gentle heart pleaded for the worn and sorrowful-looking woman before her, but her scrupulous conscience warned her not to yield to these feelings. While, Erminie thus hesitated, the visitor turned to Elfie, and said, in surprised recognition: "Why, this is Elfrida Fielding, is it not?" "Yes, that is my name, and it is very nearly all that the confederates have left me," answered Elfie, without even raising her eyes to the face of the questioner. "And have you no welcome for me, Elfie?" sadly in- quired Alberta. "No. I should have no welcome for my grandmother, were the old lady a guerrilla's wife," relentlessly answered Elfie, averting her head. "But I am no guerrilla. And I have taken the oath of allegiance, or you would not see me here,' said Alberta, with a strange, discordant laugh. But these words seemed to set Erminie's spirit free. "Have you? have you? Oh, have you, indeed, Alberta? Then you are welcome! welcome! thrice welcome! to my heart and home, and to our country's cause, Alberta. Sit down, love, and rest here, and let me take off your wrap- pings," she said, gently forcing her visitor into, the easiest chair, and tenderly untying and removing her bonnet. "( You wonder at seeing me here?" said Alberta. "No, indeed; I wonder at nothing in these days," smiled Erminie. "I must tell you, however, why I have intruded upon you." "Your visit is no intrusion, and you shall tell me nothing more, -dear Alberta. until you. are rested aind refreshed. page: 86-87[View Page 86-87] 186 HOW HE WON HER. Tea will bs ready very soon, and after you have had it, you shall share my chamber, and in its privacy tell me what you like. Just now, it is enough for me to hear that you have returned to your old allegiance, and to see that you are weary and sorrowful." Again that strange discordant laugh broke from Alberta's pallid lips, and jarred harshy upon the ears of her hearers. Erminie felt that she would rather have seen her weep than heard her laugh so strangely. Her act was more like hysteria or even madness. The girls had been sitting in the light of the fire, which the chill of the early autumn evening rendered very wel- come. But now Erminie arose and lighted the gas. And then they saw their visitor plainly. Alberta was awfully changed, and Erminie shuddered as she gazed on her. Her dress was all black, but rusty and travel-stained. Her face and form were still beautiful, but the " glory " of their beauty was " obscured." Her once oval face was lengthened and hollowed, her perfect features pinched and sharpened; her fair complexion sunburned, her brilliant hair faded, her graceful form emaciated. Her whole aspect spoke of the hardships and exposures of the hunted and battling life she led by the side of the guerrilla chief. Yet one saw, in contemplating this change, that it was, at worst, beauty impaired and not destroyed, and that a few months of quiet happiness might restore it in all its pristine splendor. a Oh, how much you seem to want repose! Stay with 'me and rest, oh, poor, storm-beaten friend!" murmured Erminie, gently caressing her visitor. "I knew that you were humane and tender-hearted, ,Erminie, and I felt encouraged to come to you--to you of all the world-in the hour of my distress." And you hbrV ot ot trasted i vain. Iwill di p'i ei uag I THE U E R R ILLAS 8 WIFE. 87 not incompatible with the service of our country, and of course you would not wish me to compromise my duty to her, for you have taken the oath of allegiance." "Yes, I have taken the oath of allegiance. I should not have been here else," replied Alberta, in a tone that grated unpleasantly upon the nerves of her hostess. "Then it was a compulsory oath," put in Elfie, very dryly. "It was a compulsory oath in so far as this: that I should not have been allowed to cross your lines without having first taken it." "' Your lines?' Why do you not say our lines, since you have taken the oath, and are one of us?" inquired Elfie. "I spoke from the force of habit, that is all," answered Alberta. "Do you mean to keep your oath?" inquired Elfie. "Most assuredly I do. Why?" "Because you needn't, you know, if you don't like to- that is all. It is a compulsory oath by your own showing, and compulsory oaths are neither morally nor legally bind- [,! ing; at least they are not held to be so by persons of your way of thinking, Alberta." "I hold myself bound by my oath; but it seems that you are mocking me, Elfrida. And whether you yourself are loyal or otherwise, you are no true daughter of the South to mock at a fallen sister," said Alberta. "You are down, I see, but blest if I know whether you have 'fallen down, or whether you have crouched down for a fatal spring! By the gleam of your eyes, Alberta, I should say the latter." "Elfie! Elfie! your words are cruelly unjust, I do believe. Remember page: 88-89[View Page 88-89] 88 HOW HE WON HER. Who by repentance is not satisfied, Is nor of heaven nor earth,'" said Erminie, gravely. ' "I'l say no more, except this: If you are in the posses- sion of any state secrets that it would profit the Confederacy to know, do not communicate them to Alberta." "In the first place, I know of no state secrets whatever. And in the second, I fear no betrayal of confidence on the part of Alberta," said Erminie, holding out her hand in pledge of trust to her sorrowing visitor. Alberta took it and held it tightly for a few moments, while an inexplicable expression of something like prophetic remorse overshadowed her countenance. "Don't mind Elfie, dear. She is rightly named. She is an elf-a tricky spirit. She mocks at everything, even, alas! at her own father!" said Erminie. ," I do not heed her since you trust me," replied Alberta. "Iam expecting Britomarte every moment; and when she comes, we four, who used to be called the 'Belles of Bellemont,! and to be inseparable companions, will be together once more-be together for the first time since that happy summer we spent at your father's lovely home, 'The Rainbows.' " "That happy summer before the war. Oh! Heaven! iSorrow's crown of sorrow is the memory of happier days,'" said the guerrilla's wife, mournfully. "Be comforted. You are young yet, and the happy davys may return again," said Erminie, kindly. "XMy father's home is desolate; his household gods broken and scattered. Federals and Confederates have occupied his house and ravaged his land in turn. The forests have been levelled, the crops swept away, the cattle driven off, and fences and buildings destroyed! De .Hat*! desolate I all is desolate there!" said Alberta, in a sepol- chral tone. j- TRE GUERRILLA ' S WIFE. 89 "All have suffered something in this awful war, Alberta. But peace will come again, and all will be well I wonder why Britomarte don't make her appearance? I do not think I can wait for her any longer. We will have tea, and then you shall go to my chamber and sleep with me, and tell me all your troubles, as you used to do when we were girls at school together," murmured Errminie. And she rang the bell and ordered the tea brought in there. "Britomarte? I read a very strange account of' her having been shipwrecked upon a desert island in the Indian Ocean, and rescued thence by one of your ships of war. Was it true?" "It was all true-every word of it," said Erminie. "Why do you say 'your'? Why do you not say our. ships of war, since you have taken the oath of allegiance in good faith, and are really one of us?" dryly questioned Elfie. "Force of habit, I repeat," replied Alberta. "Oh, Elfie! Elfie! ,do ,mind what you are saying!" pleaded Erminie. "Don't distress yourself, Minie! She means well, but she mistakes me; that is all," said Alberta, resignedly. The tea service was brought in and arranged upon the neat table. And the three young women seated themselves at it. ) Erminie presided over the urn. "Do you know, Erminie, that this is the first blessed cup of tea that I have tasted for more than a year?" said Alberta, as she-raised the fragrant Oolong to her lips. "Oh! what a privation I but, you had coffee?" said Erminie. "'No, nor chocolate!" "But how was that?" "I was' always with my husband; he had an indepen. page: 90-91[View Page 90-91] 90 HOW HE WON- HER. dent command, and was what you call a guerrilla chief; ours was a hunted life, a Cain's life; our hand was against every one, and every one's hand against us! Our home was the wildwood or the ruined farm-house; our occupation war, rapine, plunder. We were far enough from the comforts of civilized life, as you may judge!" "' Oh, Alberta! what a fate for you, delicately reared as you have been! But it is all over now, love; you have come in to us and all will be well!" said Erminie. "But you have not heard my story yet," murmured Alberta. "I will hear it very soon; and no matter what it is, or has been, now that you are with us, Alberta, I will hold you to my heart of hearts," said Erminie. They finished drinking tea and arose from the table. And still Britomarte did not make her appearance. "She will nothe here to-night! It is now too late to expect her," said Erminie, as she rang for a servant to come and remove the tea service. "Now, Alberta, dear, I will show you to our room, and --would you like a bath?" "Oh yes! very much, indeed! that, too, is a luxury I have not enjoyed lately." "Then H will order one got ready. Come, dear," she said, leading the way from the library followed by her guest. In a moment, as from the impulse of an after thought, Erminie stepped back to speak to her guest. "Elfie, dear, you are my sister; and so much at home here that I know you will kindly excuse my absence this- evening." "Yes, certainly! But listen to me! You are going to have a tete-h-tete with the wife of Vittorio Corsoni, the Guerrilla Chief-! Hear her story, since you must! But give as little credence to it as you can'! And-give her no con fidences in return; for, mark me, Erminie, she is a spy!" s THE GUERRILLA S WIFE. 91 ! - An hour later Erminie and Alberta sat together beside the fire in the bed chamber of the former. Arid there the minister's daughter heard the terrible story of the guerrilla's wife-a story that need not be told in detail here. It is sufficient to say, that Alberta Goldsborough, the delicately nurtured daughter of the South had suffered some of the most horrible evils of the civil war. Her parents had just become reconciled to her marriage when her father was killed in battle, his house burned to the ground, and her mother turned out to die of exposure and privation. Alberta, maddened by these sufferings, joined her hus- band in his wild guerrilla life and incited him to the very worst of those depredations that made his name a terror to all the Unionists of the valley. In one of his encounters with the Union troops he had been taken prisoner and conveyed to Fort W., where he had been tried and condemned to death, and where he was then waiting the execution of his sentence. It was in the desperate hope of gaining a pardon for her husband, that the guerrilla's wife had come to Washing- ton. Erminie, with tears of pity, told Alberta that she would accompany her to the President, to sue for this pardon. Accordingly, the next morning Erminie ordered a carriage at took Alberta to the White House. But it happened that the President was even more than ordinarily engaged, and they'failed to obtain an interview. This disappointment excited Alberta's anxieties to the utmost pitch, and in her desperation, she vowed, that if she could not obtain the pardon of her husband she would do that which should place her by his side on the scaffold. These wild words greatly alarmed Erminie, who with much difficulty persuaded Alberta to come homewith her.- There a surprise met them in the shape of a paragraph page: 92-93[View Page 92-93] 92 HOW HE WON HER. in the morning's papers announcing the escape of the famous Free Sword from Fort W. The joy of Alberta was now as excessive as her previous grief had been. She even apologized for her mad threats. Erminie persuaded her to take some refreshment and to ' go and lie down. , And in truth the minister's daughter was suffering great anxiety on accountof the guerrilla's wife. CHAPTER VII. ABOUT ALBERTA. The look, the air that frets thy sight Maty be a token that below The soul has closed in deadly fight With some infernal fiery foe, Whose glances would scorch thy smiling grace, And cast the shuddering on thy face HA. A. PBooTos. ERMNIE, in the midst of all her distress about Alberta, felt also a growing anxiety concerning Britomarte. Another day was passing, and Miss .Conyers had not made her appearance at the parsonage. Erminie feared that she was ill, and longed to go to her boarding house to see her, but dared not to leave home while so doubtful a guest as the guerrilla's wife was under her roof, and while she 'was looking for the arrival of her pastor to consult with him as to what should be done in the case of Alberta. It is true that she might have sent a messenger to inquire after Britomarte, but in the momentary expectation of Dr. Sales' call, she hoped to get the interview over in time to visit her friend in person. She also hoped that Britomarte herself might make her appearance. So shewaited, and the day wore, on to the dinner 4hur. ABOUT 'ALBERTA. 98 And she now began to think that Alberta was sleeping very long-unusally long, even for an exhausted traveller. It was more than four hours since she had lain down. Erminie stole softly up to her chamber, noiselessly opened the door and peeped in. The room was quiet and shaded, and the white curtains were drawn around the bed as she had left them; so she softly closed the door and stole quietly down stairs again. The table was set in the dining-room, and Catherine was in the act of bringing up the soup, when Erminie met her in the hall. "You may keep the dinner back for a little while, Cath- erine. Madame Corsoni has not yet waked up," she said. "Very well, Miss," replied the girl, turning back towards the kitchen. Besides Alberta and Britomarte, a third subject of anxiety troubled the young girl; for three days she had not visited the hospitals. On Tuesday she had waited at home all day long to take leave of her brother before his de- parture for the front. On Wednesday she had stopped to see her guests, Major Fielding and Lieutenant Ethel, off to their respective posts of duty; and to-day she was detained by the necessity of watching over her distracted visitor. In truth, the minister's orphan daughter had enough upon her hands just now. Another hour passed, and Erminie began to grow uneasy, and Elfie impatient, and Frederica rather cross. Again Erminie stole up to the room and peeped through the door. No change since she was there last. Curtains drawn, room cool, shady and quiet. She returned to the library and said, "We will wait a little longer. I do not like to wake her up, or to eat dinner without her." And so, to the disgust of Elfie, the annoyance of Cathe- rine and, the indignation of Frederica, the dinner was still kept back. page: 94-95[View Page 94-95] " HOW HE WON HER* "There," said Elfie, {'she has been sleeping six hours now! The clock has struck seven. She ought to be waked up for her own sake." "I will go and look at her. If she is still sleeping quietly, I will not wake her, but I will have the dinner served at once. If however she is awake and feeling well, I will get her up and help her to dress." So once again Erminie went up stairs and entered her chaniber. All shady, cool and quiet as before. She stole to the bedside and drew the curtains. The bed was empty. "She has got up and gone to the bath-room. She was always a duck in her love of laving in water," thought Erminie, feeling no sort of uneasiness at her guest's absence from the chamber. But to assure herself of the truth of her own surmise, she went to see if the bath-room door was shut. She found the door wide open and the room empty. Perplexed and anxious, she made a hasty tour through all the rooms on that floor, then ran up to the story above and searched the rooms there, then up into the attic and searched that. "I know she is deranged, and she may be lurking some- o where about the house with a fit upon her," said Erminie, as she hurried from place to place in her vain quest. But the guerrilla's wife was nowhere to be found. "It cannot be that she is in any of the rooms below. Some of us must have seen her," reflected Erminie, as she, ran down the three flights of stairs to the first floor. "Well, has Alberta finished her Rip Van Winkle sleep yet?" inquired Elfie. "Yes; but I cannot find her. I have looked in her room and in all the other rooms above and she is nowhere to be seen in any of them. I think she must have come down here." ABOUT ALBBERTA. 95 "Of course she must if she isn't up stairs; but Hhaven't seen or heard anything of her. I will go and hunt her up, while you order the dinner put on the table. I am as hun- gry as an unhurt hero after a fight," said Elfie, dancing out of -the room in search of the guest. Dinner was served and only waited the, reappearance of Elfie. But fifteen minutes passed, when she came into the dining room, flushed, excited and almost indignant. "I can't find her. She is neither in the house nor the garden, that is certain. And it is my opinion she has taken French leave!" "Taken French leave!" echoed Erminie, in surprise. "Yes, it would be just like her," said Elfie, who, since the escape of Vittorio, had lost much of her pity for Al- berta. - "I'can easily ascertain. I will go and see if her bonnet and mantle are in their places," said Erminie. And once more the patient girl ran up stairs to examine the chamber that had been occupied by her guest. But bonnet, mantle, parasol and reticule were all gone. Not a doubt now remained upon the mind of Erminie that the guerrilla's wife had gone away. But whether to return again Erminie could not decide. While she stood perplexed in the middle of the room, a scrap of-paper at- tached to the toilet pin-cushion caught her eye. She went and unfastened it, and read the pencilled words: "Thanks and blessings, and good-bye." And now she felt assured that Alberta had indeed gone to return no more. But for Erminie's compassion for her suffering state, the absence of the guerrilla's wife would have been felt as a great relief. But Erminie had no time now to analyze her contradictory emotions. She hastened down to the dining- room, and showed the scrap of paper, with its six words of adieu, to Elfie. page: 96-97[View Page 96-97] 96 HOW HE WON HER. "I felt sure she was gone," was the comment of Mim Fielding; " and now I hope we shall have our dinner," she added. "Certainly," said Erminie. "But no," said Fate; for at the moment the front door bell rang sharply, and in a few minutes Dr. Sales was ushered into the drawing-room and his card was brought to Erminie. "Elfie dear, go on with your dinner; don't wait for me," said Miss Rosenthal, as she arose from the table, and passed into the drawing-room to receive her visitor. "Your message only reached me a few minutes ago, my dear, and I came away directly to answer it," said the rev- erend gentleman, rising and shaking hands with the orphan. ' Thank you, Dr. Sales. I ventured to send for you on a very important matter, that has perplexed and distressed me very much; and not the less because I could not clearly see my own duty in the affair. The absence of my brother and Major Fielding made it necessary that I should trouble you for counsel." "My dear child, you know that I am always happy to serve you. You do indeed look as if you were worried almost to death! What is the matter, my child? "Oh, Dr. Sales! I have had such a terrible fright!" ex- claimed Erminie, on the brink of bursting into tears, but controlling herself. "Come! tell me all about it." "I hardly understand it myself.- I may have been on the eve of witnessing one of the most appalling crimes that ever was perpetrated! one of the most tremendous misfor- tunes that could befall our country!" exclaimed Erminie, shaking violently with agitation at the bare memory of the threats in the President's anteroom. "Compose yourself, my dear; and, in order to do so, avoid using strong language, which only excites you," said the clergyman laying his hand solemnly on the bowed head of the girl., ABOUT ALBERTA. 97 But you see I cannot recur to it without horror." "Is it necessary to recur to it at all, my child." i "Oh, yes, else I had not sent for you. I have a solemn duty to perform in the matter, and do not see clearly how to do it. And I want your counsel." r "Then tell me all about it, my dear. Come, now, quietly i like a Christian child," said the clergyman, in a soothing manner, and speaking with much more calmness than he really felt, for the words of Erminie had surprised and i alarmed him. Erminie made a great effort to control her agitation, and i then began to tell him of the visit of Alberta Corsoni. 1I And Dr. Sales put a constraint upon himself, and listened composedly, without making a single comment upon the narrative, lest he might increase the excitement under s which his companion was laboring. Erminie faithfully related all that had occurred-the visit to the President's house, the muttered threats of the guerrilla's wife, "Iwill have my husband pardoned, or do that which shall place me on the scaffold by his side," her own alarm at hearing these awful words, the difficulty with which she got the desperate woman out of the White House, the subsequent" apology made by the woman for her wicked threats, the paragraph relating to the escape of Vittorio Corsoni, the excessive joy of Alberta, and her secret flight from the house. "Now," said Erminie, in conclusion, "Alberta's apology for her sinful threats seemed very earnest and might have been quite sincere, and but for her gloomy looks, and mut- tered threats and strange behavior, I should have received it without a doubt." The clergyman slowly shook his head, but made no remark. "My mind has been distracted with grief and perplex- ity," continued Erminie; for on the one hand it seems page: 98-99[View Page 98-99] HOW HE WON HER. beyond measure cruel and treacherous to lodge information against a poor, unfortunate woman who has sought the refuge of my home, who may be quite innocent of any wrong intention, and who may suffer great injustice from a mere suspicion. And on the other hand, the probability of her insanity, and the bare possibility of such an atrocious- oh, I cannot speak the word! But you see I feel as if I dare not withhold this information from the authorities," exclaimed Erminie, shuddering. "No, you dare not withhold it," said the clergyman. "It is your solemn duty to go to the Provost Marshal, and tell him exactly what you have told me. It will be for him to judge whether there is sufficient cause for pursuing and arresting this miserable young woman.' "It is one of the most repugnant duties I ever had to perform. Oh, the office of a spy or an informer is very, very abhorrent to my feelings. And she was my old schoolmate, and friend and-guest. Ah, it is very bitter!" said Erminie, trembling with emotion. "I know how hard it is, my child. But if you should not perform this duty, think what might happen. Ernminie, my dear, next to our duty to God is our duty to our country, and neither friends, guests nor kinsfolk should stand between us. and that. Now, go get your bonn-et on, my child, and I will myself attend you to the Provost Marshal's office to lodge this information," said Dr. Sales. And Erminie, feeling as miserably as she had ever felt in her life, went obediently to prepare herself, thanking Heaven, in the meantime, that Alberta was no longer in her house. When she was quite ready she came down. And she and her pastor set out for the Provost Marshal's office. Meanwhile Elfie waited for her hostess But when she sw Erminie, attended by Dr. Sales, leave the house, she lost all patience, exclaiming: ABOUT -ALBERTA 99 "Well, really, people in this place never seem to know when other people ought to eat. Catherine, bring in the pudding." Elfie finished her dinner, and rang the bell for the parlor maid. Catherine came in. "Here, you remove these things, and tell Frederica that Miss Rosenthal has gone out without her dinner, and direct her to have a young chicken ready for the gridiron, and to keep the kettle on the fire and make some toast. Miss Rosenthal having misse her dinner, will require something warm with her tea." "Very well, Miss," answered acquiescent Catherine. ,And Elfie arose rather impatiently and passed into the library, where the gas was now lighted, and flung herself into one of the easy chairs, exclaiming crossly; "Plague take the people, I do wish they would let poor Minie have some peace of her life. From her early rising to her late retiring, she has not one hour to herself, poor child. She is at everybody's beck and call. And between the wounded soldiers in the hospitals and the refugees from the South, and the contrabands, and--bless patience-yes,!. the guerrillas, too, she is harrassed almost to death, poor girl. And now where on earth has the old parson taken I her? I declare she doesn't even get time to eat 1 So grumbled Elfie, unable to settle herself to any sort of - employment. -After awhile she -again rang the bell, and ! brought Catherine to her presence. "(You may lay the cloth for tea in this room. It is more comfortable than the dining-room. And you must have everything ready for Miss Rosenthal by the time she returns." i"What time do you expect her, please, Miss Fielding?" inquired the girl. "I expect her every moment, for it is after eight o'clock, though it is very possible she may not be in before ten, but you do as I bid you," replied Elfie. . . .! page: 100-101[View Page 100-101] 100 HOW HE WON HER. WON And as she was fully recognized as commanding officer in the absence of Erminie, -her orders were immediately obeyed. The cloth was no sooner spread than Erminie's ring was heard and answered. Erminie lingered at the hall door for a moment, trying to persuade Dr. Sales, who had attended her home, to come in and rest himself before going farther. But the clergyman pleaded ta engagement and bade her good night. And Erminie came into the library. "Well, upon my word! But I suppose angels can do without food or sleep, and that is the secret of your living and working without either," exclaimed Elfie, as she arose and made Erminie sit in the easy chair and rest herself, while she untied and removed her bonnet, and unpinned and took off her shawl. Erminie, instead of answering, burst into tears, and wept softly behind her pocket handkerchief. "Here, Catherine, take Miss Rosenthal's bonnet and shawl up stairs, and put them away. And you needn't come in again until I ring," said Elfie handing the articles named to the parlor maid, who was still engaged in arrang- ing the table. The girl took the things and left the room., And then Elfie caressing Erminie, inquired: "Where have you been?" "To the Provost Marshal's office, to lay before him cer- tain information regarding poor Alberta. Dr. Sales said that I must do it, and took me there," replied Erminie, weeping. "But what did the Provost Marshal'say or do to set you grieving so?" demanded Elfie. "Oh, nothing at all. He put me upon my oath, and then took down my statement regarding poor Alberta's visit here and to the Presidnt's- house, and all that hapo ABOUT AiLBERTA. lot pened there," replied Erminie, remembering that Elfie knew nothing aF^"t the episode of the concealed revolver. "And what then?" "The Provost Marshal thanked me for the information given, and requested me not to speak of it to others. So, Elfie dear, let us drop the subject, 'f you please.' "But how will the Provost Marshal act upon your inform mation?" I do not know. They never tell anything. They hear all that they can, but they tell nothing. It is not their business to do so." j "Then I don't see what there was in the interview to distress you so much," said Elfie, rising and touching the i bell. it "Oh, my dear, it is this. Though I have done only my duty-a most painful duty to me-I feel like an informer and a spy. Oh, Elfie, this awful war, that upsets not only i all material but all moral life!" wept Erminie. "Heaven bless your tender conscience! You seem to me to have done your duty by everybody. You didn't invite. the guerrilla's wife to your house. She walked in upon you, told you that she had taken the oath of allegiance, and E you received her kindly and treated her well. She left you d under such suspicious circumstances-I know they must have -been suspicious, else you would have had nothing to tell the Provost Marshal-that your pastor, on hearing of it, insisted that you should lodge information in the proper quarters, and actually took you off to do it. So why you should reproach yourself I don't know.-Yes, Catherine, tea immediately." This last to the parlor maid who answered the bell. Tea was soon served. "And now I hope you will try to eat a little. Lord knows, between the saints and the sinners, you can scarcely call your body or soul your own," said Elfie, as she sat page: 102-103[View Page 102-103] 102 How HE WON HER. down and began to wait on Erminie-pouring our her tea and placing the wing and breast of the broiled chicken on her plate. "Thanks, Elfie; but help yourself, my dearest," urged Erminie. "Oh, I can't eat. I had my dinner so late and ate then so heartily, having fasted so long, that I can't touch a morsel now. I will have a cup of tea, however," said Elfie. "Britomarte has not been here this afternoon?" in- quired Erminie. "No." "I 'am very uneasy about her." "Oh, of course," grumbled Elfie. {' Some one or other of your friends are always making you uneasy, plague take them!" "But, Elfie, I am afraid she is ill." "Mrs. Burton would have sent you word." "Yes, I hope she would. And then, to be sure, I have no more reason to wonder at her mysterious absence than my poor soldiers have to wonder at mine. Oh, Elfie, think of it! I never missed a day visiting them before, and now three days have passed since I have been to see them. What will the poor fellows think?" sighed Erminie. "' Whatever they think, it will not be to the effect -that you are neglecting them. Perhaps they fancy that you are a little worn with your exertions in their behalf, and they hope to see you soon again." "Oh, Elfie! many a poor fellow that I hoped to see again has passed away in these three days, I know. They die every day. No day do I go without missing some familiar face," sighed Erminie. "See here, my dear! your pretty shoulders are tolerably fine ones for a young woman. But I doubt if they are so strong as to be. able to bear the burdens of all the wo.!$ ABOUT BRITOMARTE. 108 You have done what you could for the brave fellows. (on- tinue to do what you can; and for the rest trust them to their Heavenly Father and ours, you weeping philosophers" said Elfie. "That is good advice, dear; and I will try to follow it. I am no weeping philosopher, Elfie. But to-night I believe I am despondent because broken down by the events of the Jast twenty-four hours." "Then you must go to bed and try to get some sleep. In the morning you will feel better." "I think I will go, Elfie; and I do hope I shall -feel bet- ter; for to-morrow we must make our rounds of the hospi- tals, and also look up Britomarte, unless she should first make her appearance here," said Erminie, rising from the tea table. - And soon after this the girls retired. CHAPTER V1il. ABOUT BRITOMARTE. Your wisdom may declare, . That womanhood is proved the best, By golden brooch and glossylvest, That mincing ladies wear. Yet itlis proved and was of- old, Anear as well--I dare to hold By truth, or by despair.--E, B. BaowTrINr. EARLY the following morning Erminie arose very much refreshed and invigorated by a good night's rest After breakfast, accompanied by Elfie, she went the rounds of the hospitals. At two o'clock she sent Elfie home, while she herself went to Britomarte's boarding-house. A sickening presentiment of evil overcame her as she en- tered the little gate, walked up to the door and rapped. page: 104-105[View Page 104-105] '104 HOW HE 'WON HER;. Mrs. Burton opened the door. "Oh, Miss Rosenthall how do you do? I have been hoping that you would call. Please to come in," said the mistress of the house. "Mrs. Burton, how is Miss Conyers? Is she quite well?" anxiously inquired Erminie, as she followed the widow into the little parlor. "Why, my darling child, she is gone," answered Mrs. Burton, as she sat a chair for her visitor. "Gone 1" -echoed Erminie, in dismay, sinking into the offered seat, and gazing at the speaker. "Yes, my dear-gone. She has been gone these three days." ' And without taking leave of me!" said Frminie, in a sorrowful voice. "My dear, she left a letter for you. And I ought to have sent it over before this. But you, see I had nobody to, send it by but one of my daughters. And we are all so busy working upon a lot of havelocks that must be finished by Saturday, that we can't take time to eat or sleep, or hardly to say our prayers. But I did mean to steal time to bring the letter over to you this blessed evening. I will go and get it now," said the widow, leaving the room. ' Gone! I can scarcely realize it. Though indeed she has often hinted to me that she might leave the city at any moment," said Erminie, as she arose to receive the letter from the landlady when the latter returned to the room and put it into her hand. Britomarte's letter was dated on the very evening of the day on which Justin's regiment had marched. It was written in Miss Conyers' usually firm and clear chirography, and ran thus: "MY DEAR AND GENTLE FRIEND :--Duty, or what I be- lieve to be such, calls me hence very suddenly. I have no -ABOUT BRITOMARTE. 105 time to bid you farewell in person, even if I could trust my- self to such a parting interview. From time to time I will write and let you know where and how I am. I hope that you also will keep me advised of your well-being. For the present, a letter addressed 'B. C., Baltimore Post Office, till called for,' will find me. Give my love to Elfie. And, dear and good Erminie, accept my love and my prayers, which are always offered'up for you. BRITOMARTE." When Erminie had finished reading this letter, she dropped again into her chair, covered her face with her hands, and wept. Mrs. Burton brought her a glass of water, saying: ' Drink this, my dear; it will revive you." Erminie drank the water, and returned the tumbler to the landlady, and said: "Dear Mrs. Burton, please tell me all about it. She went away the evening she wrote this letter, or the next morning? ' "The same evening, my dear. The evening of the day on which the brigade marched," said the widow, placing the empty tumbler on the table, and taking the chair nearest her visitor. "Yes?" exclaimed Erminie, in tearful eagerness. "You never heard of anything so sudden in your life! You know, your old negro man, Uncle Bob, had been here in the morning to bring her a note." "It was from me." "Well; so she went away with Uncle Bob, and staid away all day." "She was with me." "At seven o'clock, while we were at tear--I and my girls -she came in. I jumped up to make fresh tea for her; but she stopped me, saying that she would take nothing then, but might make a cup for herself by and by. And so she page: 106-107[View Page 106-107] Ie6 HOW HE WON HER. hurried through the parlor and up into her own bedroom. She looked very much agitated, and that is the sacred truth. I spoke of her appearance to my girls; and they thought it was because she was grieving after some friends who might have gone with the brigade." "Yes, that was it," said Erminie, frankly. "Later in the evening she came down. I and my girls were still fat work. I thought she wanted her tea, and again I got up to make her some; but again she stopped me, saying something like this: ' Mrs. Burton, I am about to leave you-I must do so to-night. Would you mind sending Johnny to call a car- riage for me?' ( Now Johnny is my nephew, on a visit to me at pres- ent.) I looked at her in perfect astonishment to hear her talk of leaving me so suddenly at that hour of the night. And when I looked I saw her face was as white as marble and nearly as hard in its expression of settled determina- tion. "'My dear Miss Conyers,' I said, 'I hope-you have heard no bad news that takes you away to-night. Hadn't you better wait till to-morrow? It is very late to leave the house. " "'I must go nevertheless. Can you let Johnny call a carriage for me? ' she said. "I declare I was so struck all in a heap that I hardly knew whether I was standing on my head or my heels. Johnny was drawing pictures on the slate by my side. And the livery stable was no great distance off; so I said (Yes,' and sent the boy right away to call the carriage. "And she went up stairs to put on her things, and I went down into the kitchen to make her a cup of tea and a round of toast; for I knew I should have time to do it, because the livery men would be at least twenty minutes getting the carriage ready; and the kettle was already ABOUT BR IT OMA RT'E. 107 boiling; and I was determined she shouldn't go out of my house without her tea. So, sure enough in about ten min- utes I had it all ready, and took it up on the waiter, and set it on the parlor table. She was sitting there, with her bonnet and shawl on, and her traveling basket in her hand. "'Try and eat a bit, my dear,' I said. 'You will have plenty of time. The carriage won't be here for ten minutes yet. "She smiled and thanked me her own gracious way, that X always reminds me of a princess, though I never saw one, i and she sat down and drank the tea and ate the toast, and by that time the carriage came, little Johnny riding on the box with the driver. "So she got up and sent the driver up to her room to bring her trunk down; and while he was doing that, she took out her little purse and paid me the week's board, though it wanted two- days of -being. due. And then she gave me this letter for you. "And when the man had put her trunk on the carriage, she bade us all good-bye. ';'But where are you going, my dear? I asked, as I held her hand, unwilling-oh, yes, the Lord knows how unwilling to see her go. To Baltimore, she answered. But there, is no train to-night,' I said. "'I shall go by the very first train in the morning. In order to make sure of it, I shall stop to-night at the best hotel that I can find nearest the station.' "And so, kissing me and thanking me for what she called my -motherly kindness to her, she went out. "' But you will write anad let us know how you are?' I called after her. "'Yes, yes,' she answered, waiving her hand from the carriage which was then driving off." ] The widow ceased to speak, and Erminie; leaning her head upon her hand, sighed deeply. page: 108-109[View Page 108-109] 108 HOW HE WON .HER. "And is that all you can tell me, Mrs. Burton? inquired Miss Rosenthal. C"Every bit, my dear." "You haven't heard a word from her since?" "Not one word." "Have you the least idea of what she intends to do in Baltimore " "Not the least. She went away so suddenly that I hadn't time to question her much, even if she would have submitted to be questioned. Dear me, it all passed like a flash of lightning. Before I could realize that she was going, she was gone!" said the widow. Then, after a short pause, she inquired: "Have you any suspicion what she intends to do, Miss Rosenthal?" 'Indeed no. I wish to Heaven I had " answered Erminie, mournfully. And then, finding that she could learn no more to throw light on the mystery of Britomarte's departure, she arose, thanked the widow for the information given, and left the house. On reaching the parsonage, Erminie found luncheon ready, and Elfie waiting for her. "Minie," said that impatient young lady, "if you are of the heavens, heavenly, and can live without eating, I'll have you know that I'm ' of the earth, earthy,' and can't do without victuals. It was seven o'clock when we breakfasted, and now it is three." "My dearest Elfie, always eat when you are hungry, and don't wait for me. I have been to Britomarte's boarding house," said Erminie. "Yes, I know, and found her all right, I dare say." I found her place empty. She has left! "C 'Left!"' echoed Elfie in astonishment. Yes. Oh, what a pity!" u But where has she gone?" ABOUT BRITOMARTE. 109. ", To Baltimore; but to what part of the city we do not know. She gave no address, but simply (W. W., Balti- more post office.' Here is the letter she left me. The landlady could tell me little more than the letter," said ; Erminie, handing it to Elfie. "'My heyes!' as the cockneys observe, here is a go I Have you any idea what she is going to do, Erminie?" "Not the slightest!" "I have, then!" "What? Wha/?" "She is going into the army!" "Oh, Elfie! never!" "I tell you she is! I am just as sure of it as I am of my own life! Else why should she go off without taking leave of us?" t' Why, indeed!" repeated Erminie. "You see she didn't want to be cross-questioned, as to her intentions." "She might not have wished to be cross-questioned; and yet she might have had no such intention as you suspect," said, Erminie. "Bosh! I tell you, Erminie, she has gone into the army. You know what her sentiments are! You know what her spirit, courage, and independence are! You know that she is not responsible to any human being in the world for her actions! And you also know what a consummate actress she is, and how perfectly she would enact the part of a soldier. And finally, Erminie, you know, for you have often heard her declare, that she will keep the laws of God and man, and in other respects do as she pleases!" "Yes, yes, yes! I know all that you have said. But, oh! Heaven forbid that she should have done as you suppose," sighed Erminie. . "She has done the deed! And neither you nor I could prevent her from doing it!- So now come sit down and page: 110-111[View Page 110-111] h, * --, s, goe Just s , T V *n j hav0es. ,me luncheon 1: Pap's gone, Ethel,'sgone, Justin' g.4u,-,-Alberta's gone, (but she's a good riddance of bad rubbish.,) ad .now Britomarte's gone! All are gone but me?I: But ;take;,comfort, Minie, dear! Though all the rest are gone, I will never go! I will never leave you "alone! ' soid Elfie, with .sQme sreal feeling, and withu full:faith that she could'keep the promise she had made. : But Elfie .,"rekoned 'without her host." Destiny, had , ordained that she should be torn away from her friend and carried off by guerrillas. ' Erminie wrote to BritomaSre, entreating her to6 return to W Washington, or at least to write and satisfy her anxious friends;as to her prospects., , By.,eturn mail she received an, answer, in which. Miss Conyers thanked her for her affectionate interest, but begged her to dismiss anxiety and tTust Brtomarte's, welfare to ntiomtes witw But Erminie's:,anxiety was 'only diverted to' another quarter, That -evening's, papers brought .news, of a severe battle in which -Justin's regiment had been engaged, and in which the Union arms were victorious. ,nd' Erminie suffered the most, aute anxiety until she. received a. letter from her, brother full o,good news of the victory, and kind messages to friends, proving that. he was quite well. , And' Erminie s. soul. rcedj in tanksgving,. indeedithat summrerof victories-had so raised the spirits of all:oy(peope: in Washingtonas wellnas eldwhere, that, long. discontinued 'festivities, began to- be 'resumed a nd, among -the rest, picnic excurions became frequent, -:,The ine weather lingered long that season, and the, early aut m, was followed by an Indina, Summer of unparalleled beau'ty'and geniality. . Inthe ,very midst of a that delicious season, when any rationa^lhumanh being, free from care or pain, might have been happy in any place, Elfie grew. weary- of .the, pleasant parsonage and wished for a change of scene, .I if only forda day,' she said.. And so, instigated, no doubt, by the greatt enemy .otman- kind, she went. abou among her young acquaintances-idle' young ladies, with nothing to do, and worse than idle young men who had dodged the draft, and she proposed to get up'. a picnic party to go to--The Great Falls of the, Potomac, of all places in the world,' . "You know, Erminie," she arguedrin defending herself to her hostess, I have been shut up in this beleagured city so long, for nearly .three years, :unable-to get into the coun- try on account of the guerrillas, that indeed I feel like a prisoner longing. to escape" But I thought you promised not to, leave me," said Er-: minie, who (though from no selfish motive) disapproved:the venture altogether. "Neither do I intend to leave you, I intend that you shall go too. Think, Erminie! the weather is.' perfectly beautiful! pleasanter than we could have it at any other season of the- year. It isnjust dry 'and cool and bright enough to be entirely- delightful! " .. ' "But, Elfie, in these unsettled times and that unsettled neighborhood it is scarcely prudent to have a picnic" "Oh, gammon 1 There is nothing to be dreadefom the guerrillas now. Of'the three great bands that age the banks of the Potomac,'not one imen the. eighrhood of Washington-not within a hundred miies. Monk is, in the Shenandoah Valley, where he has enough to do to take care of himself anid his command. TiTh:e FPee/Sword is a fugitivea and his band displ ied or hiding the- fat- nesses of the Alleghanies..nd: ny traiOtr, set fie to him I must be very far away indeed, since he has not been heard of for so many months. I tell you it will be as-safe as safety to have :a picnic excursion to the Great: Fals-so fars the guerrillas are concerned," pouted Elfie. page: 112-113[View Page 112-113] "2' H O'W H-E WON H ER. "Yes, perhaps, so far as they are concerned. But the guerrillas are not the only dangers, or the most likely ones to beset you, Elfie. The country you would have to pass through is infested with stragglers and deserters from both armies. And these are equally as cruel and ruthlless as the guerrillas. Indeed, we hear of many more outrages from the former than the latter." "So we do, but not along that road particularly. What should our pickets be about, to let such beasts of prey ram- page all over the "country?" , Our pickets themselves get shot down frequently." "Oh, bosh' You're trying to frighten me, Erminie. I will go. So there, now. The autumn woods are perfectly enchanting now, and I'm just dying to see them. And I haven't had a glimpse of the ' Ole Virginny Shore' for three years, and I'm dying to see that also. And I never, in the whole course of my life, set eyes upon a live guer- rilla, or a dead one, either, for that matter, and I'm dying to have a 'skrimmage ' with them. Erminie, I'd go all the sooner if I thought there was the slightest chance of our having a skirmish with guerrillas. But there's no such good luck, unfortunately. Our excursion will be as safe as the perfection of dullness could desire." "Oh, you perverse girl. I see that you are bent upon running the; risk, so I shall say no more about it," said Erminie. 'Say no more about it, and think no more about it- about its imaginary dangers, I mean-for no dangers really exist. And you will go with us, Erminie?" No, dear; I have failed to persuade you to give up the excursion, but I cannot join you in it." "You are afraid of the guerrillas, or stragglers, or deserters," mocked Elfie. "No, really I am not--honestly not," said Erminie. It Then why not go with us?" ABOUT BRITOMARTE. 1- 3 tI Because, Elfie, I don't like to leave my poor wounded boys in the hospitals. There are some of them that look for their ' sister,' as they call me, every day." "You make yourself a slave to those same boys," crossly exclaimed Elfie. "No, I don't. I am free to go and come as I please. I can go and comfort them, or stay away and neglect them, as I like, but they are bond-wounded, fevered, weary of their beds, and utterly helpless, they must depend upon the pleasure or caprice of free, healthy people to come to see them. And there is the pity of it, Elfie." "I wish to goodness you would have a little pity on yourself," grumbled Elfie. Erminie smiled. "There is not the slightest danger of any one of us fail- ing in pity for ourselves, Elfie," she said. "Then. give yourself a holiday once in a way, and- go with us on our picnic excursion. - Now, do-now, do, Minie -that's a darling!"i' "I would like to oblige you, Elfie dear, and I should not dislike the trip up the river this beautiful Indian summer weather, but I cannot go with you this time." ' Well, upon my word, you' sainted girls '--as I have heard more than one white-cravated and blue-spectacled young parson call you, are the most stubborn and I stiff- necked generation' that ever was I! I do believe you refuse just out of opposition-to me." "No, Elfie. Ltisten, dear: During the three days that I was prevented from going- to the hospital, one of my-poor boys died. And he wanted to see me, and kept asking for me and looking for me-poor, helpless boy!-as long as he lingered in life. I shall never cease to be sorry for my ab- sence then; and now, as long as there shall remain a wounded and bed-ridden soldier in these hospitals, whom my presence can comfort or cheer, I will never leave the 7 * ' fl 't page: 114-115[View Page 114-115] "4 HOW HE- WON HER'. city for a party of pleasure. No dying eyes shall ever again strain themselves to look for me in vain I ' said Er- minie, gravely and earnestly? "Oh I Erminie, dear, you are a saint, and I festr-I very much fear, that you will be a martyr, too!" said Elfie, more seriously than she had yet spoken; for she was at length really and deeply touched by the words of Erminie. But the Lutheran's orphan daughter slowly shook her head, gravely answering: "Don't misapply such terms of praise to me, dear Elfie. Saint I and ' martyr ' are holy: names that few in this age of the world deserve to bear, and I least of all." "Oh! you mean, I suppose, that the only way to be a saint is to abjure the world and cleanliness and live alone, in sackcloth wand ashes; and to be a martyr, is to set up some new doctrine and die for it," said Elfie. No, you mocker-you know that I mean no such thing," laughed Erminie. "I'm glad you don'tt; for I hold that the man or woman who devotes him orherself to the service of their suffering fellow-creatures, is as good a saint as ever preferred his own company to other people's-filthy sackcloth to clean linen; and he or she who dies in such a service, I hold to be as good a martyr as ever offered up his life for a difference of opinion in politics or theology!" (s So do I, Elfie," said Erminie. And here the talk stopped. This conversation occurred on the Wednesday of that week. And the picnic excursion--that most disastrous picnic excursion-was fixed for the following- Saturday. , ' * . U N1XPECTED OU EBT AT AT A PICNIC . 115 CHAPTER IX. AN UNEXPECTED GUEST AT A PIO NIC. Outlaw and free thief, Landless and lawless, Through the world fare Is Thoughtless of lie. Outlaw and free thief, My kinsmen have left me, t And no kinsmen need I Till my kinsmen need me. , My sword is my father, My shield is my mother, My ship is my rsihter, H^ My-horse is my brother.- cABLS K IGsL . WE have seen that Miss Rosenthal could not succeed in prevailing on her perverse guest to abandon the picnic excursion. And, indeed, the sanguine young people who came on the next day to the Parsonage to arrange with Miss Fielding the details of the festival, contrived to re- assure Erminie as to the perfect safety of the expedition. "The roads are guarded on both sides by our pickets, and the country for miles back is quite free from dangerous characters," said Mr. Allison, a young man of fortune, who had a substitute in the field, risking his life in Mr. Allison's stead. "Besides, we shall all go armed to the teeth, and dleter- mined to die if necessary, in iefence of the ladies" 1 said Mr. Jim Mim, a very small young man, with a " wee face and little yellow beard,' but with, I do believe, the soul of a hero, for he had done his very best to get into the army, and had been rejected a score of times upon the ground of physical disability. "But-to use your own phrase,"-said Erminie, smiling, "' will it pay' in enjoyment to go upon a party of pleasure when you have to go ',armed to the teeth,' and keep up a vigilant watch all the time-?" "Oh, dear, yes I a spice of danger will only add zest to page: 116-117[View Page 116-117] ;16 ei HOW HE WON HER. the adventure. I agree with Miss Fielding that nothing could be more piquant than an encounter with Monck and his fierce band,"' put in Mr. Montgomery Fitz Smithers, a huge six-footer, with the body of a giant and the spirit of a pigmy, who had crept out of the draft upon the plea of being the only nephew of a maiden aunt, or something of the sort. "The spice of danger you speak of may add to yoer enjoyment, gentlemen; but it can scarcely add to the com- fort of the young ladies of your party," said Erminie. "I do assure you, Miss Wothenthall, that the danger is alfogweder imaginawy. Our awmes are only pwecaution- ary measures' against the bare possibility of mere annoy- ance; and ewy awangement shall be made for the comfort of the ladies," lisped Mr. Lew Billingcoo, a very exquisite dandy, whose chief merits lay in a neat little figure, a round little head, a nice little face, and a ".cute?' little moustache, as to person -and a jet black suit, snow white linen, pure diamond studs, new kid gloves, fresh, pocket handkerchief, and aa rare hot-house flower stuck into his button-hole, as to dress. . "OOnly a clerk," he spent all his small income on his out- ward adornments, and hoped to marry an heiress who should pay his board bill and make his fortune. Mr. Billingcoo paid the most devoted attention to every one of Ithe few " moneyed?' young ladies of his acquaintance, and he expected all pretty girls who were not moneyed to pay devoted attention to him; and-more's the pity--he was not always disappointed. Woe betide this exquisite young gentleman if he should fell into the hands of the c roughs A of Monck's, or any other guerrilla's b-band! Erminiie, convinced against her -will, offered no farther opposition to the picnic excursion, but set about; with affec- tionate zeal, to forward the views of the-party. UNEXPECT:ED GUIEST-AT A PICNIC. /17 Old Frederica, the cook, was directed to boil a ham and a leg of mutton, and to roast a turkey and a pair offowls. Erminie herself made lemon pies and pound cakes, besides giving Elfie a carte blanche to order or prepare anything she liked; for she wished that the hamper from the parsonage should be excelled by none. Mr. Allison, being the rich man of the party, provided the most costly wines to be procured. Mr. Montgomery Fitz Smithers, the faint-hearted colossus, furnished a band of music consisting of four pieces. Mr. Jim Mim, the " feeble but ferocious" hero, nearly ruined himself in the purchase of West India, sweetmeats, French candies, English potted meats, and other rare deli- cacies. Mr. Lew Billingcoo, the exquisite, contributed himself, his guitar and a bouquet of fragrant exotics for every young lady, Two of these young men-Mr. Allison and Mr. Mim-- had mothers and sisters, -who were of course members of the picnic; Mr. Smithers had a maiden aunt, and Mr. Billing- coo a grandmamma, who was such a lively old lady that she was always ready for any frolic that might be set on foot by the young people; and these ladies were also to be of the company. Besides these there were many other ladies and gentlemen, making in all a company of thirty or thirty- five. There were three ways of reaching the Great Falls from Washington and Georgetown. The first was by the River road; but that was in a very bad condition from the con- stant passage of trains of army wagons and ambulances, and droves of mules' and, horses. The- second; by the Conduit road, leading past the new water works; but this was objectionable for the same reasons as was the River road. The third way was by the Chesapeake and Ohio canal; and this way was certainly free from the objections that could be urged against the former two. [ . . page: 118-119[View Page 118-119] llO NHOW HE WON HER. So, after changing their minds half a dozen times from the River road to the Conduit road, and back again from the Conduit road to the River road, our party gave up both as impracticable and determined to go by the canal, and to charter the bright little steamboat Gadfly to take them. The picnickers wished to pay for this boat by subscription; but Allison, the millionaire, insisted upon taking it in his own name and being at all the charges for transportation. A oook, a couple of waiters and a chambermaid, all colored people, were engaged to attend upon the company. At length the long expected, ardently desired, eventful Saturday came. The picnickers were to assemble at the parsonage. And by five o'clock in the morning, Erminie, whom you know to be the very soul of kindness, had a comfortable breakfast prepared for the whole party, who were all on hand by a quarter past five. By six o'clock four ambulances and a baggage wagon, all borrowed from the quarter-master's de-'K partment, were in attendance to convey the whole party with all their stores to High street, Georgetown, where they were to take the boat, and where also the band of music and the colored waiters, cook and chambermaid were to meet them. Many hands make labor light, 'tis said; and so the young men, having breakfasted to their satisfaction on Erminie's strong coffee, fried chickens, broiled ham, rice cakes and rolls, set to work with a will and soon loaded the baggage wagon with their stores, There were about thirty ladies and gentlemen comprising this picnic party, and they ex- pected to be gone but twelve hours; but their stores were enough to feed three hundred people for the same time. When the last package was put into the baggage wagon, the gentlemen assisted the ladies into the - ambulances, and followed them there: and the train started-Erminie stand- ing in the door and looking after them, smiling and waving adieu. UNEXPECTE D GUEST AT A PICNIC-. 119 The sun had not yet risen, but the clearness of the dark blue sky at the zenith and the bright red flush of -the Eastern horizon surely piomised a fine day. The horses were fresh of course, and travelled at a fine exhilarating rate. And so great was the glee of the picnic party, that they could scarcely refrain from breaking into song, even there in the streets. They were only enabled to restrain themselves by thinking how they would sing when once free of the city and town. An hour's rapid jolting brought them to the lock in Georgetown, where the little canal steamboat Gadfly, with. the Union flag flying, lay puffing and blowing as with impa- tience to receive them. Their colored band of musicians and their colored servants were standing on the deck waiting for them. The party quickly alighted from their ambulances, and went on board the boat. The servants speedily unloaded the baggage-wagon, and transferred the stores to the deck. And just as the sun arose, the band of music struck up Hail Columbia, and the little steamer blew her shrill signal whistle, and started for up the country. houses, past the lumber yards and fish market, past the Aqueduct Bridge and the suburban grog-shops, steamed the little Gadfly, until she was well free of the town and its suburbs, and in a comparatively quiet country, with the narrow tow path and the - broad river on the south, and the narrow road and rocky precipice on the north. The party were all on deck, and as soon as they dared do so they broke into song. First they .sang Hail Columbia," because the band was playing that'tune. Then in turn followed "Yankee, Doodle," "The Star Spangled Banner,"'!Rally Round the Flag, Boys," "John Brown," "We are Coming, Father Abraham," "the Year ob page: 120-121[View Page 120-121] 1;V HOW HE WON H E R Jubillo," "Just Before the Battler and, in fact, one after another, every popular song of the day. If music had been their profession, and if they had been well paid for singing so many songs at one time, they would have thought that they had been working too hard, and they would have felt very tired; but as they were singing only for' their own amusement, they were insensible to fatigue. But then you see it makes all the difference whether our violent exertions are called work or play. There are those who fretfully play at work, and those who cheerfully work. at play, and those who invariably do both. Our picnickers were very perseveringly working at play. They were, indeed, so taken up with their singing, that they found themselves at the picturesque Chain Bridge Military Depot, four miles above Georgetown, before they knew where they were. "How far do you call it from here to the Great :Falls?" inquired Ben. Allison of one of the young officers of the post, as the steamer was passing thr6ugh the lock. "Some call it nine miles onlyv, but I think itnine of the very longest miles I ever travelled," laughingly answered the young man. The boat passed the lock, steamed on her way, and soon left the Chain Bridge behind. They were now coming into a wild, romantic, and beauti- ful region of country. 'On the north side of the canal arose the lofty, dark gray rocks, like pallisades, from every crevice of which grew the hardy evergreen, or sprang the bright mountain rill. Along the foot of this rocky precipice, at equal distances, nestled the picturesque huts of the pickets, each hut built of rough logs, with the bark on, and thatched with evergreen boughs of fir, pine or cedar, and having in front its little camp-fire, and its group of three or four soldiers.- As the little steamboat glided past these stations, the pic- U NEXPECTED G U T AT A FU1 NI; . " nickers cheered these picket guards, and pelted them well with apples, oranges, oocoa nuts, poundcakes, and packets' of newspapers. - And the pickets in return cheered them, and threw into their boat hates, quails, and partridges, that they had killed in that country, so abounding in game. All this was on the right hand of the way, and north : side of the canal. On the opposite, or south side, and divided from it only by the narrow tow-path, rolled the broad river, and beyond to that arose the wooded hills of Virginia, now gorgeous in the variegated hues of autumn foliage. "I think this is the most delightful season for a picnic excursion of this sort, for really the summer is as much too hot as the winter is too cold for an outdoor party of pleasure. What do you think, Mr. Billingcoo?" inquired a Elfie of the exquisite, who was standing by her side, as she 'i gazed on the beautiful scenery, and basked in the genial sunshine. "I think you are quite wight, Mith Fielding, and I quite agwee with you. It ith a gweat pity Mith Wothenthal lI could not be induthed to join nth." "Isn't it now! And she would have prevented me from coming if she could have done so! The idea of any one imagining danger in this exceursion! I 1wonder where the danger is to come from! Here is a line- of picket guards on one side of us and the river on the other. I should like to know how the guerrillas, even if they were in the neigh- borhood, could pass either. - I wish they would for my part! I should enjoy a smart skirmish with Monck and his men! lIeigh-ho I there is no such good luck. Our picLic excur- sion is going to be just as tame a party of pleasure as though we were in the pipi-nest times of peace. I tell you, Mr. Billingcoo, as far as my experience goes, this war's a sell, like most other things in life." . e * page: 122-123[View Page 122-123] 122 HOW HE WON HER. "Weally now? you don't mean it!" "I do. -Here it has been going on for more than three years, and I have been living all this time at what they call : the seat of war,' and I haven't seen one great battle or even one little skirmish yetl "' grumbled Elfie. "And do you weally with to witneth an engagement, 'Mith Fielding? "I really do." "How would an engagement thealed with a wedding wing do, in lack of an engagement with the enemy?" lisped the exquisite, caressing his moustache. "'If you like to talk rubbish, Mr. Billingcoo, there are some young ladies:at the other end of the boat who will listen to you with the utmost patience all day long," said Elfie, coldly. Weally, now? Ith that the? But thuppothe I pwefer your company?" (Then you will have to talk sense or be silent." "Mith Fielding, you are cwuel." "Mr. Billingcoo, you are absurd!" "Tho I've heard. I wonder if it ith weally twue. I will go and athk my grandmamma," said the young gentle- man, coolly playing with the tea-rose in- his button-hole, and sauntering off to join the lively old lady, and leaving Elfie to wonder whether she had not got the worst of it in the word fencing. So the boat glided along, on that delightful morning, through the wild and picturesque scenery of the Upper Potomac. And our excursionists, notwithstanding that they were on a party of pleasure, really enjoyed themselves. It was yet early in the day, when they reached the Great Falls of the Potomac, where the -mighty river, rushing on between huge precipices, clothed with evergreen woods, falls into a vast basin, or cauldron, where, among great, jagged rocks, it roars and foams in frightful eddies and whirlpools. UNEXPECTED GtEST AT A PICNIC. 123 In that dry, Indian summer weather, the river was so low at the falls, that any brave and dexterous leaper, who would not mind risking life and limb, by springing, from kI rock to rock, across the whirlpools, might have passed dry- f shod from shore to shore. The boat stopped there. The military officer in charge of the commissary depo. came down from the block-house to see the visitors. After bowing to the ladies, and shaking hands with Mr. Allison, who was his old acquaintance, and learning that the visitors were a company of picnickers on a party of pleasure, he courteously invited them all to come on shore, and accept such hospitality as his quarters were able to afford. But, knowing from personal experience that the accom- modations of the block-house were not of the most tempt- ing description, Allison, on the part of the company, thanked the captain, declined the invitation, and pressed him, instead, to join them at their lunch, and accompany them afterwards as guide in their rambles through the magnificent scenery of the place. The captain readily agreed to this proposition, and then eagerly inquired if they had brought the morning papers along. "Lots of them," answered Allison, laughing, "I thought of iat before I came away. I knew that the most acceptable offering I could bring to men stationed at-these sequestered outposts would be the daily papers. I knew it would be too early for the newsboys; so before reporting myself at the parsonage, where our party assembled to start, I went the rounds of the printing-offices and astonished the printers by buying up the morning papers by hundreds. And we have been distributing them to the picket guards all along our way. And great gifts our boys thought them, I assure you. However, don't be alarmed; we have saved enough for you." , page: 124-125[View Page 124-125] 12.4 HOW HE WON HER. And so saying, Allison handed over a packet of news- papers, that was as welcome to the officer in command of this outpost, as ever was news from home to an exile abroad. Meanwhile, with laughing and jesting, and much merri- ment, the picnickers were leaving the boat. The hampers were brought on shore; a nice, high spot, a natural opening in the forest, was selected; the cloth was laid on the dry, burnished grass, and the feast was spread-- a light repast of fruits, cakes and wines, for it was yet too early to think of dinner. ',But how about the guerrillas? Heard or seen anything of Monck and his band of brigands, lately?" inquired Mr. Allison of the captain, as they all gathered around the luncheon, and sat down upon the grass. "Not a breath, not a sign of them for many weeks past," answered the officer. "That's good. I'm glad to hear that. I shouldn't like to have a raid made upon our party to-day." This was said jestingly, and the captain laughed as he replied: ",Oh, no fear of that. The guerrillas keep far enough away from our neighborhood. 'All quiet along the Potomac,' I do assure you." So in the evergreen wood they chatted, and jested, and laughed over the prolonged luncheon. , At length they all arose from the grass, and began to prepare for their ramble. The ladies hoisted their parasols, the- gentlemen put on their wide-awakes, and everybody asked everybody else- ' Where shall we go first?" \ "Have you ever. seen the Lady's Leap?" inquired the captain. "No-never," answered a score of voices. ' Nor the Devil's Dripping Pan?" UNEXPECTED GUEST AT A PICNIC. 125 No." X ("Nor the Eagle's Eyrie?" "No, for no one but myself of this company has ever been here before," answered Allison for all his party. "Then we had better visit them in turn," counselled the captain. And everybody answered-- "Yes." And the whole party, led on by the captain and Mr. Allison, set out on their excursion. They went first to the Lady's Leap, a lofty rock over- looking the Falls, where a lovesick-girl was reputed to have taken a fatal leap into the river below. - Next they visited the Devil's- Dripping Pan, a great basin of rock nearly circular in form. Finally they took a look at the Eagle's Eyrie, the highest point of land within many miles of the place. And then, fatigued with their long ramble, they returned to their boat to rest. Now, had the programme of the excursion been carried out to the letter, a great mischance might have been averted. But it was not. Elfie, at least, seemed possessed by the evil one, who inspired her with a love of adventure. - She would pot hear of terminating the excursion at the Great Falls. It was a glorious afternoon, and having visited the most striking, scenes around the Falls, she wished to go farther up the river. The captain, who had returned with them on the boat, sided with Elfie. "It would be a pity," he said, A" to turn back without having seen the fine scenery above. Why, you might even run up as high as the Point of Rocks-a magnificent view." "To be sure we mighty said Elfie; (and even if we page: 126-127[View Page 126-127] 126 H OW HEE WON' HER. should be late in returning, there will be moonlight to come home by. It will be perfectly delightful." "And we have everything along to make us comfortable," said AULison. In fact, when the extension of their expedition was once fairly and broadly proposed and discussed, it was unani- mously agreed upon. And it was decided that they should immediately start for the upper river, should stop and dine at the Point of Rocks, and then return home by moonlight. To be sure Elfie felt a few twinges of conscience when she thought how great would be Erminie's anxiety at her prolonged absence, but Elfie, with a mental jerk, exclaimed to herself: "Bother.! if she shouldn!t be worrying about me, she would be worrying about somebody else--some dying sol- dier in the hospital, some starving refugee from. the South, or some condemned criminal in his cell. It's all the same to her." And so the picnickers bade adieu to their new friend, the commander of the blockhouse, and their boat-steamed away up the canal for the Point of Rocks.- Above the Falls the -scenery was much finer than it was below. The river was narrower, and higher; and the huge frowning precipices on each shore darker and loftier. The company, with their lately exuberant spirits some- what toned down' by the fatigues of the day, no longer sang jubilant Union songs with uproarious choruses; but sat silently enjoying the beauty of the scene, or quietly conversing with each other, or listening to Mr. Billingooo, who, with his guitar in his hands and his eyes turned up, reclined on the deck and sung lispingly to his own accom- paniment one of Thomas Moore's sentimental songs: UNEXPECTED GUEST AT A PICXIC, 127 "Row gently here, my gondolier, Tho thoftly wake the tide, That not an ear, on earth, thall hear But berth to whom we glide. Ah, did we take for Heaven above But half the pa inth that we Take day and night for woman'th love, - What angelth we thould be!" So he sang the whole song through, dwelling upon the last word and lingering on the last note with his fingers on the chords of the instrument and his eyes fixed on the- clouds in the sky, like one possessed; until Elfie awoke him with this criticism: "It is very fine indeed, Mr. Billingcoo, only it would take a very powerful effort of imagination to transform this matter-of-fact steam-packet to a Venetian gondola. How- ever, I really think we have the advantage,of your gondo- lier. For we are gliding by the most beautiful scenery in the whole world, and he appears to have had nothing better in that way than narrow canals and high stone walls." "Mith Fielding, have you no thentiment at all?" pathetically. inquired the injured minstrel. "None whatever. Nature seems to have been out of the article when she formed me," answered Elfie. "Oh, do, Mr. Billingcoo,- sing another sweet thing like that!" pleaded a poetical young lady. "And do, Mr. Billingcoo!" chimed in a chorus of others. And the troubadour suffered himself to be entreated and sang lispingly several other " sweet things," to the accom- paniment of his guitar-all of which the young ladies warmly applauded. So glided away the glorious Indian Summer afternoon; and as the sun was sinking to his splendid setting, the steamer neared the Point of Rocks. "We had better stop here. This is a more convenient place to land and dine than we could find without going on page: 128-129[View Page 128-129] 128 HOW HE WON HER, some distance above the Point. And besides it is really growing late," said Mr. Allison. The company eagerly assented to the plan, and the boat was stopped where the canal passed under the shadow of a great precipice crowned with pine woods. "If we can get to the top of this rock, there is a fine table land well protected from the wind, which I find is rising, and well shaded from-the sun by pine trees, and also commanding one of the most magnificent panoramic pros- pects in the country. That table land will be an excellent place to dine," exclaimed Mr. Allison, while he and his friends were getting ready to leave the boat. They found a way to the top of the steep; and the gentlemen climbed carefully, helping the ladies up, along with them. ' Their attendant's followed with the hampers of provis- ions. When the whole party arrived at the summit they found a level piece of ground covered with dry grass, and encircled except upon the river side, with a girdle of pine trees. "It seems made for the very purpose we are about to put it to," said the lively old lady, as she sank panting, but joyous upon the giound. "Oh, what a stupendous-what an overpowering breadth of view!" exclaimed Elfie, in honest wonder and admira- tion, as she reached the summit and looked around, letting her eyes rove from East to West and from North to South. "I feel now for the first time in my life that I actually live on the outside of the earth's surface; and I see for myself that it is really round; and I even begin to realize that it is a vast globe rolling through the immensity of space!" "It looks dreadfully lonely though, observed a young lady, with a shudder. "Yes--what a solitude! Far as the eye can reach on every side a forest of autumn foliage, with only here and ?, UNEXPECTED GUEST AT A PICNIC, 129 there a grey rock looming up, and the river rolling deeply through it all. Not a house, not achimney, nor even smoke, to indicate human habitations near!" While the company were gazing upon the vast panorama around them, and descanting upon its beauties, some of the attendants were building fires on the ground, hanging kettles over the blaze, and putting the, hares, quails and patridges, which were' already dressed for the gridiron, upon the coals; others were laying the table-cloth and arranging the dinner service. Mr. Allison having seen to the careful transportation of his costly wines, now joined the group on the edge of the precipice. Looking down upon the chaos of grey rock below them he smiled and quoted: "'The ragged rascals rage round rugged rocks.' Now, I wonder what on earth put that choice specimen of ingenious alliteration into my head?"' he laughingly inquired. "The 'wugged wockth' of courtle," lisped Mr. Bil- lingcoo. "Yes; but where are the 'ragged rascals?'" laughed Allison. . "Vewy twue! Here are the ' wugged wockth,' but where are the ' wagged wathcalth?' " repeated the dandy. The question was -answered by a yell more terrible and ferocious than ever startled a sleeping backwoods settle- ment when a tribe of ruthless savages woke it up. to. slaughter. And forth from the cover of the pine woods leaped a band of fierce brigands, brandishing their bayonets. 8 ', page: 130-131[View Page 130-131] AW HOW HE WON HER. CHAPTER X. AS& THE LION WOOS HS BRIDE. So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her, he sprung.-ScOo. ONE amazed and startled look assured the party that the guerrillas were upon them. Some of the young ladies fell upon their faces, screaming with terror. Others turned to fly, but were met and opposed by the bayonets of the guerrillas, who fenced them on all sides. Only Elfie stood her ground. She placed her back against the bole of a pine tree and called those frantic girls around her, saying : ' Stand fast! Stand firm! it is the best way-it is the only way " "To arms! gentlemen all! Let us die in defence of the ladies!" shouted valiant little Mr. Mim, drawing his slender sword from his cane and throwing himself before the group of young ladies who liad now gathered, frightened and trembling, around Elfie as their queen. Nlot another man followed his example. "Surrender, you blasted Yankees, before we make crows' meat of you!" shouted a gigantic guerrilla, who seemed to be the leader of the band, leaping into the centre of the area, followed by many of his men. Elfie stooped and whispered to her chivalric little champion-, "Mr. Mim, resistance is quite vain! You will only get yourself cut to pieces by these wretches! Throw down your sword!" "Miss Fielding, I will be cut into ten thousand flinders i before they shall come at you and the other ladies!" cried the little hero. I : , ' ' "\ '?i AS THE LION WOOS HS BRIDE, 131 "These are Goldsborough's guerrillas; and the giant who is leading them is the savage Mutchison, his second in command. I know him by his picture in the illustrated papers. Give me your dirk to defend myself, and then surrender, Mr. Mim." "My dirk! Certainly, if you want it, Miss Fielding; but I will never surrender!" said the little knight, begin- ning to disengage the required weapon from its resting-place. Thea he had to let it go in a hurry, and throw himself upon his guard; for the colossus whom Elfie had called Mutchison was leaping towards him, brandishing-his sabre. Little Mim met and parried the stroke that was aimed at him. And then followed several rapid passes. But the combat was very unequal. Mim and Mutchison, as to their respec- tive sizes, were like David and Goliath. And poor tiny Mim had no miraculous sling! When they had crossed swords several times, Mutchison sang out: "Yield, you little fool!" "Never!" shouted Mim, parrying the strokes as well as he could, and watching for a qhance to run his gigantic antagonist through- the body. i "Surrender, you blamed idiot I I don't want to kill such a midge as you!" cried the' guerrilla, without ceasing to lay on. "Then you needn't; but take care of yourself, for. I want to kill you.!-Ah, ha!" exclaimed Mim, as he found his opportunity and ran his rapier an inch or two into the guer- i rilla's flesh. "Here goes then, blame you I I was only playing at first; I am fighting now!" exclaimed the angry guerrilla. - There were a few more rapid passes, and then Mutchison sent the rapier flying from Mim's hand, and with a sweep- ; ing back stroke struck him under the knees, and brought ! him suddenly to the ground. " page: 132-133[View Page 132-133] 12 HOW HE WON HER. For -the first time Elfie screamed, and covered her eyes. "Now beg for quarter, you cursed little idiot!" roared the guerrilla, with his foot upon the small hero's chest. "Never! I'll die before I'll ask my life from you! ' an- swered Mim, defiantly. "Well, you're a spirited little gnat, that's certain I And I'll give you your life. Get up!" laughed Mutchison, re- moving his foot from Mim's chest, and turning away to look after his men. Elfie stooped to raise her fallen champion. "Oh Mim! Mim, dear, are you hurt?" she said, giving him her hand to assist him in rising. "No-I'm furious! Let me up and at him!" exclaimed the mite, struggling to his feet and looking about for his rapier. "But, dear Mim, you can't-you mustn't! You stand in the position of a paroled prisoner now. The man spared your life!" "I didn't ask him! and I'll cut off his head!" "So you shall the minute you are at liberty to do so; but now you must keep your implied parole," said Elfie, holding him fast; for she was really fond of the brave little fellow, in a sisterly sort of fashion, and she could not bear that he- should recklessly and uselessly fling away his life. Meanwhile Mutchinson turned to his band, who now filled the whole area. "HoI, my men! No bloodshed! Disarm these dainty gentlemen without hurting them! afterwards we will know what to do with them!" roared the guerrilla leader. No need to caution the men against bloodshed! There was nothing to provoke the most wanton to it! Little Mim, to his everlasting honor and glory, had been the only man to show fight. The others had not even made a pre- tence of resistance. Where would have been the use? "What could they 'gainst the shock of hell?" AS THE. LION WOO8 H IS BRIDE. 133 The picnic party numbered about thirty-five persons, of whom eighteen were ladies. There were, then, but. seven- teen gentlemen ; and against them two hundred fierce guer- rillas! Successful resistance was clearly impossible, and the pic- nickers yielded without a blow! "Come!" said Mutchison, striding into the midst of the area and gazing around upon his "ragged rascals." "Come'! I think the first thing to be done is to exchange clothing with these well-dressed gentlemen, as far as they will go; and those among you, my brave boys, who don't get a nice garment, shall have its equivalent in money or jewelry, of which I suppose there is no lack among the company present." A shout of approbation from the band responded to this speech. "I think I see a gentleman there whose elegant holiday attire seems to have been made especially for me!" said Mutcllison, indicating the tall, athletic-form of Mr. Mont- gomery Pifz Smithers, who, not feeling elated by this-dis- tinguished notice, retired -behind his companions and squatted down out of sight. "But the ladies must withdraw while we make our toilet. Here, Carter, you and Gates march these girls to the other end of the woods and guard them; and, hark you! if any man of you attempts to kiss one of them until I give the word-dash him! I'll hang him as high as Haman!" Two guerrillas stepped out from the crowd, and, with fixed bayonets drove the young ladies, like a flock of sheep, to the opposite edge of the pine woods. No one resisted, not even Elfie; for she had no desire to remain and witness theinterchange of good offices between the guerrillas and the gentlemen of her party. "And now to business! I don't like to inconvenience . ..J! page: 134-135[View Page 134-135] 134 HOW HE WON HER. you, my young friends, but necessity has no law! and really our necessities are very great-none of us having had a change of linen for two months past l" said Mutchison. Again I Say that successful resistance was clearly im- possible. The guerrillas began to strip and throw their foul rags in a nauseous heap in the middle of the ring. And the unlucky young men had to divest themselves of their elegant festive dresses. Their fine black broadcloth coats and trousers,- their glossy satin vests, their pure white linen shirts, their hats, shoes, socks, neckties, pocket- handkerchiefs, gloves, scarf pins, studs, watches, chains and purses were all taken from them and distributed among the guerrillas. And then they were ordered to clothe themselves with the wretched slough just cast by these bandits. And it was at once ludicrous and lamentable to see these unhappy youths poking and picking about with sticks in the heap of rank rags, in search of the least objectionable, where, upon examiation, every one seemed worse than the others. I "Come, come,-don't be so hard to please or you will take cold! These clothes were worn by us long enough without complaint! Thunderation! why don't you make haste and dress yourselves?" roared Mutlchison. And the miserable young men had no alternative but to obey, and clothe themselves from the odoriferous mound before them. The greater number of the poor fellows submitted ruefully enough to this degrading transformation. Only Mr. Allison bore the mischance with philosophy. "There are worse misfortunes at sea!!" he said, as he invested himself in a nondescript. garment of which it was almost impossible to tell the original form or material, and which now hung about him like sea-weed. "' A little water AS THE LION WOOS HS BRIDE. 385 clears us from this deed! ' In other words, when we get back ome, a warm bath-and a change of dress will make us all right!" he added. ' Come you! brother giant, I'm waiting for you!" impa- tiently cried Mutchison to Fitz Smithers, who, with Billingcoo was putting off the evil hour of undressing as long as possible. "Come! Blazes, men! will you make haste, or shall I help you?" Fitz Smithers sprang a yard from the ground in his frightp and then began nervously to strip himself. "Arnd you, sir! what are you, about? Here are several of my poor fellows waiting for your clothes! Off with them instantly!" thundered Mutchison, addressing himself to the afflicted dandy, who would rather have died than dis- robe. f'Oh lor! oh dear! I can't--indeed, I can't! I " whimpered Billingcoo. "Oh! you can't, can't you? Here, Covington-here's a young gentleman not used to waiting on himself-wants his valet. Come and help him to undress," shouted Mutchison. A short, stout, bull-necked, black-muzzled guerrilla came forward to execute the order, and looked around for the victim. "There, that dainty darling with the rose stuck in his button-hole," said the leader. "Oh,don't! Ohpleathe on't! I'll pay for them. I'll ranthom them. Iwill indeed. My monthly pay will be dute in two or three dayth, and when I get it, I will thend you the money from Wathington. Indeed I will, general. I'm a man of honor," pleaded Biliingtoo., 'Take off his coat!" roared, Mutchison. "Oh, don't touch me with thuch thocking dirty handth; I'lllet you have my coat," said the poor fellow, carefully removing the tea rose from his button-hole, and hapding page: 136-137[View Page 136-137] 136 HOW -HE WON HER over the garment, " but leave me the retht of my clotheth, do, now, general, and I'll thend you lotht of money from Wathington." "Take off his trousers! You see he can't do it for him- self!" thundered Alfutchison. The black-muzzled approached to obey. "No, don't! don't come too near me! You are thuch a thocking nuitlanth!" cried the exquisite, shrinking in dis- gust. ' I will give you my panth, and they are quite new -bought for thith occathon. But leave me my under gar- menth. Do, general. Do leave me my under garmenth. For detlenthy's sake, you know. Do, now, general!" pleaded the poor fellow., with tears in his eyes. "I am no more a general than you are a man, you nincompoop. I am one of Colonel Goldsborough's captains, that's all. Here, Covington, peel him-peel him?" "Oh, no, no, no! don't touch me with thothe awful handth! Take all-take evervthing, mitherable man that I am!" wept the dandy, throwing off one garment after another, to the great amusement of his companions, who, having completed their exchange of dress, now-forgot their own miseries in watching the ludicrous distress of Bil- lingcoo. When, with shivering fiame and chattering teeth, he at length approached the mound of rags to clothe himself, and began to poke about in it with a stick to find something possible to put on, suddenly burst into a flood of tears, exclaiming "I wouldn't mind their being tho wagged, but they are thllo thockingly unclean, and tho-tho-inthecty! "Never mind their being insecty Billingcoo. There are worse misfortunes at sea," repeated Allison. While the miserable youth was investing his dainty person in these revolting, garments, there was a shout fmong the guerrillas neatr a4d one of them exlaimed: AS THE LION WOOS HS BRIDE. 137 "There is another fellow who hasn't peeled himself, Captain!" Mutchison, turned and saw little Mim standing at the foot of the great pine tree where Elfie had ordered him to remain, for this champion would no more have disobeJyed his queen than would the renowed Knight of La Mancha the fair lady of Toboso. a Oh, my plucky pigmy! Let him alone, I say! I won't have him touched! He deserves to keep his clean clothes for showing so much spirit. And dash me if I don't hang the first man that lays a finger on him!" roared the giant. Then turning about, he shouted, until his voice reached the other end of the wood: Ho! Carter! Gates! march the ladies back again! We're dressed to receive them!" And as the young ladies, driven before the fixed bayonets of the two guerrillas, approached the scene, they gazed upon their late companions with ludicrous consternation. Scarcely a gentleman of the party was recognizable. All were in rags that hung about them in shreds like strings, fringes, tags-anything but clothes. Some had hats with a rim, but no crown, others crowns, but no rim; no one had a whole tile, and even those who were favored with half a one had no shoes, and those who had shoes had no hats. Some had trousers whose ragged legs dangled just below their knees, but no coats; others had apologies for coats, but nether garments of which the less said the better. And all pervaded with an atmosphere that would have driven away any set of ladies not marched in at the point of the' bayonet. Some of these victims shrunk out of sight in the crowd, as their fair friends drew near; others turned the mischance into a joke. Poor Billingcoo, who was in the worst plight of all, because he had had the last pickings of the rags, tried to hide himself from Elfie's laughing eyes, but oould not succeed. page: 138-139[View Page 138-139] 138 HOW HE WON HER. "Oh, Mith Fielding," he cried, with the tears running down his face, -"don't look at me! Turn away your eyeth, for they break my heart!" At this Elfie burst into an irrepressible fit- of laughter, in which she was joined by all her companions, whose sense of the ludicrous, for the time being, overcame their terrors. "Oh, grandma! thee how they laugh at me! And who can blame them? for only thee what a guy fox the wretcheth have made of me!" wept Billingcoo. "Don't be a simpleton, Lew. And don't call bad names. Thank Providence that you've saved your life with the loss of your clothes," said the old lady. Here the voice of Mutchison roared above all other noises: , "Hoi! Grinnel! Have the dinner dished up! we'll dine sumptuously on the fare provided by our entertainers, the picnic party! And afterwards we'll have a dance, for I see they've got a band here. HoI! you nigger minstrelsl Tune up your instruments. We'll march to our meals to the sound of music! Come! strike up!" The terrified darkies, either knowing no better or forget- ting in their fright all they ought to have remembered, struck up-"Hail Columbia." "Not that! - Not that! dash you! What do you mean, burn you? 'Dixie!' play ' Dixie!" thundered Mutch- ison. The panic-stricken musicians obeyed as well as they could, and struck up "Dixie," though in rather a quavering and uncertain style. "Come, gentlemen and ladies, now to dinner, and after- wards to the dance. Boys, you who are in evening dresses, each select the lady of his choice and lead her gallantly. And that reminds me! My brave little knight of the pig- mies, take the lady you would have died to defend--you see no harm has happened to her-- and conduct her to dinner! AS THE LION WOO S HS BRIDE. 189 ' None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the BRAVE deserve the fair! ." Before Mim could reply, Elfie, to keep him out of mis- chief and also to escape the escort of any of the guerrilla band, seized his hand firmly and drew it through her arm. "Age before beauty! And I would not be remiss in courtesy. I have a grandmamma of my own somewhere down in Dixie!" exclaimed Mutchison, dancing up to the old lady, tucking her under his arm and leading the way to the dinner table, followed by Elfie and Mim, and members of the guerrilla band leading young ladies, who were too much frightened to offer any sort of opposition. "Now don't be scared, girls. Take it coolly as you can. Bless your hearts, these men aint agoing to hurt a hair of your heads. And this adventure with guerrillas will be something for you to talk about to your grandchildren when your hair is as gray as mine is now," said the lively old lady, as she settled herself comfortably upon a little hillock of dry grass that Mutchison had found for her, near the table cloth where the feast was spread. And such a feast! There were oysters, fish and game; baked and boiled meats; poultry; pastry; canned fruits; confectionary; ale, wine and brandy. Such , gentlemen"- as had ladies on their arms gathered around the outer edge of the " spread"-a gentleman and lady sitting alternately. Before seating, himself, Mutchison looked about and thought he saw great discontent among the famished mem- bers of his band who were left outside of this favored circle around the tablecloth, and so he sang out: ," Boys! there are provisions enough in the hampers, boxes and barrels over there around the cooking fires, to feed the whole band. Away with you and help your-, selves!" page: 140-141[View Page 140-141] 1:V HOW HE WON HER. The starved ragamuffins needed no second bidding, but started off en masse for the reserved stores. The dinner at which Mutchison presided, went off very merrily for the guerrillas; not so very much so for the picnickers. Mutehison drank a great deal more of Allison's choice brandy than was good for him; and towards the last of the feast he lost his temper, and began to swear at the waiters and bully the musicians; and then he apologized to the ladies for forgetting their presence, laying the blame on his camp life, deprived of their refining influence. The feast was very prolonged, and Mfutclison and his boon companions chose to linger still longer over their wine; but he would on no account permit the ladies to retire. H(e had been too long debarred from their delightful society to give it up-easily, he said. Meanwhile the sun had set; and Mutchison ordered some of his men to light pine knots and hold them aloft, to illuminate the scene. And a score or two of these primitive torches made the whole area sufficiently light. When at length the feast came to an end, Mutchison rose from his seat, crying but; '"A dance! a dance! Strike up the Virginia reel, darkies! That is the figure that will take in an unlimited number of performers. And here is a natural hall large enough to allow a reel a quarter of a mile. long. And dash me to dust if every man-jack sha'n't join! Take your partners, gentlemen; I've got mine!" And instigated by the very spirit of mischief, he seized the lively old lady, who was too wise to resist, and trotted her off to the head of the reel to open the ball. "Come, my little miniature hero; dont be backward Ii Bring thelady of your worship along!" cried Mutchison. I And Elfie, to keep her little champion out of trouble, drew him into the reel. I AS THE LION WOOS H S BRIDE. 141] The guerrillas, with their unwilling partners, followed. And even the wretched youth of the picnic party were compelled to join the orgies. And a reel commenced, wild as the dance of witches in Kirk Alloway, where old Nick was piper. "The mirth and fun grew fast and furious I The piper loud and louder blew! The dancers fast and faster flew! They reeled, they set, they crossed, they "-- Suddenly, in -the midst of these orgies, a cheer was heard from the men in the back ground. And an officer, mounted, and attended by his staff, galloped up in the midst of the area. "My traitor!!" exclaimed Elfie, under her breath, as she recognized Albert Goldsborough. - A very handsome man was this guerrilla chief-this licensed brigand, who bore a colonel's commission. He was taller and stouter than when first presented to the reader; his hair and beard were of a darker and richer auburn; his face and figure more martial-and dignified than heretofore. So Elfie thought as she covertly watched him. He dashed into the midst of his band and raised his hand, exclaiming: "Break up your bivouac! Boots and saddles! A squadron of the enemy's cavalry are out in search of us, and they hlave struck our trail!" A yell of defiance responded to this announcement, as the men all started to go in search of their horses, which were left tied in the pine woods. A few men, however, remained, guarding the prisoners. "Leave these people to find their way home as they can! We cannot be encumbered with them! And Mutchison! seize that girl and bring her along after -me! that girl in the clare-t-colored dress!" cried Goldsborough. - - "Claret?" repeated Mutchison, looking around in per- plexitys for he was very considerably "fuddled." "' "s page: 142-143[View Page 142-143] "2 HOW HE WON HER. : "Seize the girl in the red stuff gown, and bring her after me I " cried Goldsborough, as he turned and rode off. "Oh!" exclaimed Mutchison. And without more ado he pounced upon Elfie, threw her over his great shoulders and bore her off, she screaming and struggling violently, in the direction taken by Golds- borough. Little Mim sprang instantly to the rescue, gave chase, overtook the giant, and attempted to stop him by seizing his leg. The act nearly threw the guerrilla down, but he quickly recovered himself, whirled around, and with the iron handle of his sword aimed a blow on the head of Mim, which struck the little hero, bleeding and senseless, to the ground. "Oh, you villain! I'll have you hanged for that " screamed Elfie. "Oh no, you won't! I'll give you a better sweetheart than that little fellow I " laughed Mutchison, and he contin- ued his flight, no one else daring to stop him, until he reached a clearing in the pines' where the whole cavalry force of Goldsborough's guerrillas were preparing to mount. Colonel Goldsborough was in the midst. "Mutchison, set that girl on the horse behind me, and secure her to my waist with these two straps!" said Golds- borough. , And Mutchison prepared to obey, Now had Elfie been a very dignified young lady she would have been too proud to resist where resistance was l/ vain. But Elfie had more temper than dignity. And so she fought and kicked and scratched and bit and screamed and scolded with all her might and main, and left upon the face of Mutchison marks of her teeth and nails that he would be likely to carry to his grave. "Thunderation! what a little tiger-cat! Look here, girl! if- you leave the prints of your fingers on my face in A MOONLIGHT FLIGHT. 143 that style, the men will be taking me for your iusband, and the colonel wouldn't like that!" laughed Mutchison. After much difficulty Elfie was conquered, alnd bound upon her seat behind her captor, who put spurs to his horse and bore her off in triumph! CHAPTER; XI. A MOONLIGHT FLIGHT. "She is won I we are gone over bank, bush and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth young Lochinvar, So daring in love and so dauntless in war. Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?--SaoT. o HAVING left orders for his men to scatter and spread themselves through the forest and take different roads to their secret rendezvous, the guerrilla colonel took the moun- tain path and flew over it at a reckless rates with as little regard to his captive's cries as to his own neck. Elfie was seated on the horse behind him and securely bound by a strong leathern girdle that passed around her waist and was clasped in front of his. ' Elfie never ceased to struggle and to scold. Her arms were free and she --could reach his'head, so she cuffed his cheeks and pulled his hair with, all her might and main. And she poured out scorn like lava on him. But Goldsborough treated the pummelling and pulling as caresses, and. the scolding as compli'ments; indeed, he scarcely noticed the one or replibd to the other; until, after having reached the top of the mountain, they began to 'descend into a deep wooded dell, by a path so narrow and difficult that it was necessary to slacken speed. i "Unbind me! Put me down! Shame of manhood! how dare you treat me so?" cried Elfie, furiously, seizing his ears and making her nails almost meet through them. i ti* :i page: 144-145[View Page 144-145] z-j a -. v vv a' Xl.. VV U N .I .t .1 .1 K "Blazes! what a little tigress she is, to be sure! I shall have to cut her claws," laughed Albert Goldsborough. I'll cut your throat!" cried Elfie. "Oh, no you won't, my dear! You will love me too well. You'll love me as well as the Sabine girls loved the Roman youths who carried them off against their wills, just as I am carrying you!" laughed Albert. ' rI'll see you hanged first!" fired Elfie. "Of course' you will, my dear!- around your neck! Come, come, Elfie! Stop trying to tear my ears out by the roots, for I don't think you'll succeed. -And do be reasona- ble! You don't know what a gay life we are going to lead here in the green wood. Your most romantic dreams will be realized. You'll think that you have slipped out of the nineteenth century and slid down into the twelfth. You'll fancy yourself in Epping 'forest, living with Robin Hood and his merry men--except that we don't wear Lincoln green, Elfie; but Confederate gray.' Come! shall I be your Robin Hood? And will you be my maid Marion?" "I'll be your death!" blazed Elfie. "Oh, no you won't, my dear. You'll do as I said before." . "What are you going to do with me, you demon?" "Marry you, my angel!" ' Marry me!" cried Elfie, nearly choking with rage. "Yes, my dear. We have a Friar Tuck' in our band, who will gladly solemnize the,-nuptial rites and dispense with the formality of a license-or a wedding ring." "And do you think-do you think, you matchless vil- , lain!" cried Elfie, again seizing his ears with her nails and wringing them with all her strength, ( do you really think that I will consent to such an outrage? "Friar Tuck will dispense with the bride's consent as a well as with the license, and the wedding ring!" answered Goldsborough, coolly. I A MOONLIGHT FLrGHT. 145 "( Oh, villain! I hope-I do hope that neither steel nor ball may ever save you from the halter!"', gasped Elfie, giving his ears a most vicious wring. "See here, my girl, we are coming to the ford! and we must be careful! Just give my ears a holiday for a few minutes, will you, while you draw up your feet and fold your skirts up over your lap to keep them from getting wet," said Albert, as they emerged from the wooded gorge of the mountain and descended to the banks of the river, now shining like a -stream of fluid silver, in the broad moonlight. "I won't! I don't care if I do get wet, or drown either'! I'd be glad to drown, if I thought I could drown you with me!" exclaimed Elfie. / c "See how she loves me! she is willing to meet death itself if shared with me?, mocked Albert. So here we go." And he plunged into the river. Splash! splash! -splash! they went through the water, making the foam fly in' every direction. The gallant horse, heavily laden as he was, bravely breasted the current, and reached the opposite shore in safety. "Elfie, my darling, do you know why I made this last raid into Maryland? . inquired the guerrilla, as they strug- - gled up the slippery bank. "No, nor care, you miscreant!" snapped Elfie. "Can't you guess?"1 "To burn barns, and steal cattle, and rob hen-roosts, I suppose," sneered Elfie. . - "1No. I went simply to fetch you, and for no other reason in the world," answered- Albert. "Me! How on earth did you know I was there?" in- I quired Elfie, thrown off her guard by unbounded astonish. - 'ment;. "By the same means through which I become acquainted ,; page: 146-147[View Page 146-147] t16 HOW HE WON HER. G with most events that pass in Washington-by my spies. I learned that you were getting up a picnic to go to the Great Falls. And I determined to intercept your return." Oh, the traitress I It was Alberta. It was no one but Alberta that informed you. For I remember I mentioned to her at breakfast that morning, that I wanted to get up a picnic to go up the river!" indignantly exclaimed Elfie. "Well, yes, it was Alberta who first told me of the in- tended excursion. But she did not tell me the day it was to come off." j "No, for the daywas not fixed when she ran away, the ingrate, so she could not have told you." "But one of my other spies, who was a member of your picnic party could." "A spy in our picnic party! That is false, you villain! Albert Goldsborough, have you become mendacious as well as thievish? The members of our picnic party were loyal. We would'have taken no others," angrily cried Elfie. "As far as you know," laughed Goldsborough; adding: "Now, my dear, I don't mind telling you, because I never intend to let you go back to report it, that there are no people in the world so profuse in their expressions of loyalty as my spies in Washington!" They were now ascending a steep and narrow path, leading from the river banks up to the rocks above, and slippery and dangerous from the many fallen leaves. Albert Golds- borough was riding very cautiously, leaning forward over his horse's neck to preserve the equilibrium of weight, and guiding him carefully. Once or twice the horse slipped and stumbled, but recovered himself immediately. Elfie saw all this, and enraged by Goldsborough's boast that he never intended to let her go back, she recklessly set herself to overturn horse and riders together. She was securely bound, you already know, with a broad leathern girdle to Albert's waist; but her limbs were all free. So A MOONLIGHT FLIGHT. 147 she raised. herself as well as she could from her seat, and laying hold of Goldsborough's shoulders, pulled and hung back with all her might to bring the weight behind, while she pummelled the horse's flanks to make him rear and 10ose his balance. "(What are you about, Elfie? Do you wish to make the horse fall!' exclaimed Albert. "That is just what I am trying to do, you villain! I don't care if the horse rolls over backwards, on to us, and we all go rolling over and over each other, till we fall to the bottom of the precipice, a ball of crushed bones I screamed Elfie, pulling and tugging and kicking, and doing all she could to effect her purpose; but in vain. She made the horse slip and stumble, and shake his head impatiently when he recovered himself; but that was all. At last, breathless and exhausted, she ceased her efforts. Albert turned his head and laughed at her. "Why, my dear, this old horse is a veteran 1He has been in too many pitched battles, and in too many neck or nothing hunts-he has forded too many rivers, climbed too many mountains, faced too many batteries, and ridden down too many fixed bayonets-to be disturbed by trifles t And here- we are at the top of the mountain; so you needn't resume your efforts to pitch us down," he added, as they reached the summit, and entered a thick copse wood of' cedars, where here and there grew gigantic forest trees. "I'll make him dash your brains out against some of these trees!" cried Elfie. And she tried another experi- ment. She raised herself in her seat, screamed, halloed, shouted, and made the most unearthly noises to frighten the horse and make him run away; but all to no purpose; and' once more she ceased for want of breath. "How well you'll sleep to-night, after all these violent exertions!" laughed Albert Goldsboroughl; "and the good j night's rest will be about all the good that you will obtain by the stupendous efforts. Bless you, my dear, the old i * ' v * * * ' I. page: 148-149[View Page 148-149] horse is used to the roar of battle and the thunder of can- non! It isn't likely that he is going to suffer himself to be annoyed by your little two-penny trumpet I " X "I'll take out every pin I have about me, and stick them : up to their heads in his hide! screamed Elfie, beginning id to do as she threatened. l '(Try it. They'll rust these before he takes any notice. ' Lord love you, girl, what are pins to bayonets! He is used !g to having bayonets stuck into himh!" mocked the colonel.' ' Albert Goldsborough I you basest of all base mis- creants! where are you daring to take me? demanded 1 Elfie, beginning to shake with her increasing sense of i shame and rage and terror. . "To the green woo4 you fairest of all-beauties! To the : green wood, though it would not be so very gre6n at this ;! season of the year if it were not for the pines and cedars 1l To the green wood, to be married to Robin Hood, by his chaplain Friar Tuck, and'to be Robin's Maid Marion, and q live among his merry men forever I " "If I cannot succeed in killing you before I leave this X seat, Th do it afterwards I I will, as surely as-I am my mother& daughter!" fiercely exclaimed Elfie, springing once more up from her seat, and seizing her captor's ears, and trying her very utmost to wring and tear them off. At that moment the clatter of horse's feet was heard behind, and the next the hugo form of Mutchison appeared, galloping rapidly after his chief. Goldsborough halted until his officer came up. : What news? ' demanded the colonel. "Good! Our scouts come in and report that the enemys s cavalry, out in search of us, have gone off on a false scent, that I took care to have laid for them. Our men have ivided themselves in small parties and taken separate roads, and will rendezvous at the Black Bear's Pass, as you :I ordered. But, good gracious, Colonel, now I look at you, have you been in a battle?" , A MOONLIGHT FIIGHT. 149 "No-except with this little wildcat here in which she has done all the fighting ! " laughed Goldsborough. "Your ears are each one clot'of, gore !" "I dare say, though they feel to me as if they were each one ball of fire ! See here, Mutchison--much as I dislike to restrain a young lady, we shall have to confine her hands, or I shall not have an ear, or a lock of hair left on ! my head! Take this pocket-handkerchief and tie her hands." "Pity it hadn't been done first, colonel! It would have saved your beauty from being spoiled, and mine too. Thunderation I! I would as leave\ try to tie a catamount, with a thousand claws!" exclaimed 'Mutchison, as he sought to secure the hands of Elfie, who fought, scratched, and bit with so much effect that the guerrilla's face and eyes came to great grief before lhe succeeded in binding her. After that they rode on more quietly through the woods, though Elfie did not cease to use her tongue, even if she could not use her hands. "Yes, you murderer !' don't think but what I'll have you hanged for killing Mim, for I'm sure youhave killed him I ' Elfie exclaimed, for the first time bursting into tears of passionate sorrow as well as of rage. "T hat little tiny fellow! What if I did ? You didn't call him a man, did you ? " chuckled Mutchison. "Yes, you monster ! a thousand times more of a man than you and your master either, ever was ! " sobbed Elfie. " Why, he wasn't bigger than one of my legs! " " Dont sneer at his size, you coarse brute ! He had more spirit than all your cut-throat, chicken-stealing tribe put to- gether. You huge brutes, if you have any soulat all, have it diluted with too much body to-make it worth anything !" cried Elfie with hot scorn. "Oh, come, now. Don't be vindictive. If I did page: 150-151[View Page 150-151] 150 'HOW HE WON T HER. knock the little fellow on the head, I promised you a bigger sweetheart, and you've got him," chuckled the guerilla. ,iMutchison, let this cease. I desire that Miss Fielding may be treated with all the consideration possible under the circumstances," said Colonel Goldsborough, sternly. "Oh, that's it, is it? Then I must order myself accord- ingly," muttered the guerrilla to himself, but he raised his hat to his colonel in token of obedience. They rode on silently through the woods a little while longer, and then Goldsborough said: "We bivouac with the 'Free Sword ' to-night, and to- morrow, if the road should be clear, go on to our rendezvous at the Black Beards Pass. I think that we are not very far from Corson's encampment now, are we? a It is in a clearing in this forest somewhere, and I think that this path leads to it, Colonel. We shall see in a little while," answered Mutchison. So we stop with the Free Sword, do we, to-night? And we shall see Alberta! And if we do-" exclaimed Elfie, setting her teeth and drawing in her breathl "You'll tear her eyes out if we leave your hands free," laughed the huge guerrilla. "'Mutchison!" exclaimed Colonel Goldsborough. 'I beg your pardon, Colonel. I will say no more," re- plied the man. And they pursued their way in silence, until the forest grew thinner, and they seemed to be approaching a clear- ing. "I see lights gleaming through the distance. Can they be the campfires of the Free Sword 1" inquired Golds- borough. "Yes, Colonel, I think so," answered Mutchison, as they emerged from the thicket into a small, open space. The next moment they came upon a picket guard, and were challenged. A MO ONLIGH T PLIGHT. 151 Who goes there?" ' "Friends!" answered the colonel. "Advance, friends, and give the countersign." "I don't know your countersign, but you know me well enough, Robinson. I am Colonel Goldsborough." "Very sorry, Colonel, but I can't let you pass without the countersign." "I am on a visit to your chief, in answer to his repeated invitations." / -"Very sorry, Colonel, but it is as much as my life is worth to let you pass." "Call the corporal of the guard, then, blame you." The word was passed for the corporal of the guard, who presently appeared upon the scene. "tHere is Colonel Goldsborough wants to pass and doesn't know the countersign," explained the picket. "You know me well enough, Jenkins," said Goldsbor- ough, addressing the petty officer. "Yes, sir but I dare not pass you without my colonel's orders, though. If you will wait, I will send a messenger up to his quarters," said the corporal. "Do, then, and be quick about it," exclaimed Goldsbor- ough, impatiently. While waiting for the return of the messenger, Golds- borough looked about with some curiosity, for this was a new encampment of the Free Sword, to which his brother- in-arms had never been before. He saw that they were in a very small clearing, where the trees had been cut down to make room and furnish mas terial for a picket's hut, that stood in the very midst of the small, open space. Before this hut was burning a fire of brushwood, and around it were three or four guerrillas at rest, beside the sentry on duty. Presently the messenger returned in attendance upon the Free Sword, who came in person to receive his brother-in- arms. page: 152-153[View Page 152-153] 152 tow HE WON HER. Vittorio Corsoni was not much changed in personal appearance since we saw him last. Originally very dark in complexion, exposure to the sun, wind and- weather could not make him much darker, and he had the same long, black curls, small, white teeth, and large, melancholy eyes-eyes that had so mesmerized every woman that had ever come under their influence, and so bewitched Alberta Goldsborough to her destruction, and he had the same slight, agile and graceful figure that so reminded the beholder of a tiger. He wore a uniform of' black cloth, with a crimson sash around his waist, a sword by his side, and a black wide-awake hat, with a black feather, fastened with a great fiery carbuncle. He walked briskly up to Goldsborough to embrace him after the Italian fashion, and in doing so noticed the young lady on the horse behind him, and he raised his cap to the lady before he offered to greet her cavalier. Albert bent low from his saddle to meet the advance of his friend, who, after kissing him on both cheeks, started back, exclaiming: "But, good Heavens, Goldsborough! what has happened to your ears? Have they been torn off? "No," laughed Albert; "they have been clawed off, chawed off by this little catamount on the horse behind me!" "Vittorio Corsoni, don't you know me? I am Elfrida Fielding, your old pupil." Know you, fair lady? Perhaps not at first. I am glad to do so now. Welcome to my poor camp," said the Free Sword, removing his hat and holding it in his hand. "Colonel Corsoni, you used to be a gentleman. You will protect me, I hope, from this miscreant who has torn me away from my friends and' brought me hlere." "Fair lady, we brothers-in-arms support each other in love as inw war," said Vittorio gently. "But he brought me here against my will!" cried Elfie, indignantly. A MOONLIGHT FL GHT. T53 "Sweet lady, stratagem is as fair in love as in war!" "But there was no stratagem. He brought me here by violence!," "It was the violence of passion inspired by your too de- lightful beauty. Gentle lady, you must forgive him," answered Vittorio. And then, with a deep bow, he turned away from Elfie, and, addressing Albert, inquired: "Shall we move forward?" "If you please, Corsoni," answered Colonel Goldsborough. And the party started-Albert Goldsborough letting his horse pace slowly while Vittorio Corsoni walked by his side. "I would dismount and walk with you. willingly if I were not so burdened and hampered." laughed Albert. "Burdened with beauty, hampered with happiness," murmured Vittorio gallantly. But at the last words of his colonel, Mutchison had jumped off his horse, the use of which he now respectfully pressed upon the Free Sword. Vittorio laughed and accepted it, saying that it would enable him the better to keep up with his companions. "I might have come on horseback if I had thought of it; but the distance was so short, and I was -so eager to relieve you from the embarrassment of being stopped by the guard, that it never occurred to me to get into the the saddle," said the Free Sword, as he rode on beside his brother-in- arms. Their way lay again through the forest, until they came to,another little clearing, with another hut and another guard, at which the Free Sword gave the countersign, and passed with his party. Then they rode slowly on through the bushes while the ' two guerrilla leaders conversed in a low tone about the plans of their next campaigns, until they came to a grass- : grown old road, on the other side of which was a low stone wall and a rusty iron gate guarded by a small porter's : t lodge. ' , page: 154-155[View Page 154-155] 154 HOW HE. WON HER. Before the gate paced a sentinel, and from the porter's lodge, which was turned into a guard house, gleamed a dim light. Corsoni gave the countersign and passed his party into an area that seemed once to have been the ornamented grounds of some magnificent country seat. A fine old avenue of elm trees led from the lodge to tile distant mansion, from the upper and lower windows of which gleamed dim lights. All over the lawn, among dilapidated arbors, and dried-up fish ponds, and dead flower beds, were scattered the rude, hastily constructed huts. of the guerrillas. Here and there groups of horses, already saddled and bridled, were tied, as if kept for use at an instant's warning, Passing all these, Corsoni led his party up to the man- sion, a large, two-story, double-fronted, wwhite stone house, with basement and attic, and with a; porch running its whole width in front, supported by huge stone pillars. A flight of stone steps led up to this porch, and to the double hall doors. A sentinel paced to and fro before the house. Corsoni dismounted and called a guerrilla to take his horse. Goldsborough unbuckled the belt that held Elfie to him, and beckoned Mutchison to come and lift her off. Elfie, who had not spoken since -hei vain appeal to Cor- soni, suffered herself to be removed' in silence. Goldsborough alighted and immediately unbound Elfie's hand, saying: "I beg your pardon for having ordered this, my darling, but if I had not done so, I should have lost my scalp and my ears." The first use Elfie made of her freed hands was to dash her fists, one after the other, into Goldsborough's face. He laughed and dodged the blows, and then took one of Elfie's hands to draw in his arm and lead her on. THE OUTLAW' 8 LOV E. But the enraged girl snatched her hand away, exclaim- ing o on I I will follow, since I must. And if I seem to yield now to circumstances, it is only as the tiger crouches for a surer spring I Albert Goldsborough, I will have your devotion of my whole life, Elfie," he answered- otsoni was standing at the foot of the stone steps waiv- ing his hands for them to come on. CHAPTER XII. THE OUTLAW'S LOVE. I know not, I ask not if guilt's in that heart; But I know tho I love thee, whatever thou art.--MoonR. T1R'PY followed him up into the prch and through the double doors to. a broad, unfurnished central hall, where several guerrillas were on guard. Four doors on the right hand and four on the left opened into rooms on each side of this hall. .^F Corsoni led the way to the third door on the right hand, "My dear wife is in there. Had we not better consign Miss Fielding to her care? '" A "Thanks, yes I My fair travelling companion has been on horseback, riding hard ana exerting heirself in other violent exercises for 'about six. hours; and must be greatly in need of aid and comfort just now," answered Golds- borough. Corsoni opened the door and holding it open, bowed and said: page: 156-157[View Page 156-157] 156 M POW HE WON HER. . "Miss Fielding, my dear wife is in there. Will you enter, ? But before Elfie could answer, and indeed while Vittorio was still speaking, Alberta herself came out, and taking, Elfie in her arms, kissed her on both cheeks, saying: " Welcome to the greenwood, Elfie!" and drew her into the room. It was a spacious apartment, with a wide fireplace. Over the fireplace was a richly-carved mantel-shelf. In the wall above there was an old fresco painting. A wood fire burned on the -hearth. Each side the chimney were tall-windows, reaching from floor to ceiling. Every part of the room was diapidated, and not by the gentle action of time but by the merciless desecration of war. The beautiful figures in the carved marble mantel- piece were chipped and broken off. The fresco painting was scraped until its subject could not even be guessed at. The glass in the windows was in many places broken and replaced by pasteboard. The gorgeous historical paper that had once covered the walls now hung in strips. And the room was almost entirely un finished; floor and windows were bare of covering. In one'corner stood a, rude, temporary bedstead, the work of some guerrillacar- penter; and od was laid a mattress and pillows, with the redeeming accessories of clean sheets and blankets. There was a rough table, supporting a tin basin and a stone pitcher of water; with a clean towel laid over them. -One low chair and two or three rude three-legged stools com- pleted the " conveniences" of the room. Alberta led Elfie into this room, took the pillows off her bed, and put them on the chair, one onr the seat and the other against the back, and made Elfie sit down and rest her bruised and tired frame. "Alberta -had you any hand in this ?" said Elfie, bursting into tears. EL xLi UJ V V L Jv Ai TV U V ' {6 In what, dear? ^ inquired the guerrilla's wife, who was now stooping over the fire, bringing the brands together with her naked hands, because she had no tongs. "With this outrageous act of bringing me off?" Alberta made the fire blaze up cheerfully, and then answered: "When -I made my escape from Washington, I fell in with some of Albert's men, who guided me to thpeir colonel. I found that he had been instrumental in the deliverance of my dear Vittorio, who was then with him. When Albert heard where I had been and whom I had seen, he had a thousand questions to ask about you, all of which I an- swered as well as I could. Among the rest I told him that you were planning a picnic to the Great Falls. That was all I had to do with your abduction, Elfie.1 "Was that, really, all? Did you not encourage him in it? ; "No! At the time I spoke of the proposed picnic I had no idea that he would dream of such a desperate deed as to cross the river and seize you, as it were, from between the very teeth of the Federal forces! It was a mad act; but he loves you madly, Elfie!" said the guerrilla's -wife.- She then passed to the door and called one of her husband's men, and in a low tone gave him an order, and then she drew 'a stool to the side of Elfie and sat down, saying: "I am the only woman in the encampment, and I have to wait upon myself or be waited-on by men. I generally prefer the former. You will sup and sleep alone with me to-night, Elfie, and I will keep you with me, and guard you from annoyance until a chaplain can be found to marry you to Albert, and give him the legal right to protect you." "Marry me to that guerrilla! Never! Never! It can- not be done legally without my consent, and that they shall never have! - The villain threatened to find a minister who * -; - page: 158-159[View Page 158-159] 158 , HOW HE WON HE R. would: dispense with the bride's consent, as well as with the marriage license and the wedding ring'! But oh, Alberta, you will not permit this outrage to be perpetrated under your roof! You are a lady, or you were one once-at least, ,the daughter of a gentleman. You will protect me!?" ex- claimed Elfie, losing, in the failure of her physical strength, half her courage. "I will protect you so far as I am able to do so. Be sure of that, Elfie. But you do surprise me beyond measure, Elfie. I thought you loved Albert Goldsborough," said the guerrilla's wife in amazement. "Love that horse-stealing, house-firing vagrant I " indig- nantly exclaimed Elfie. Alberta passed coolly over these injurious epithets, which were certainly as applicable to Vittorio Corsoni as they were to Albert Goldsborough, and she answered calmly: "You certainly loved him once, when he had done noth- ing to distinguish himself, and if you. truly loved himtlfien, you love him still, for true love knows no 'shadow of tu-rn- ing.'" "He whom I loved then was a gentleman, or I thought him such, not a barn burner, not a hen-roost robber! an- swered Elfie, contemptuously. ' Again Alberta ignored the degrading terms that were applied to the guerrilla chief; for in truth nothing on earth had power to move her impassive nature, unless it' were something nearly concerning Vittorio Corsoni, her idolized lover-husband, and she said: "Albert Goldsborough was destined by his parents and by mine to marry me, and you knew it from the first, yet you saw him,and loved him, and won his love. Not that I regretted your success. I was very glad to be well rid of my cousin, for I was fully determined to marry Vittorio Corsoni, my beloved. But you took him away from me, -i THE OUTLAW'S LOVE.. :9 only, it seems, to cast him off from yourself. In truth, I cannot understand such inconstancy," she gravely added. "You cannot! Do you suppose, then, that my love can survive esteem, and walk hand in hand with contempt?" said Elfie, scornfully. , "No, I do not. Nor has Albert Goldsborough done any- thing worthy of contempt, butl everything worthy of ad- miration." "Pouncing upon me, and carrying me off by main force against my will, was among the rest of his admirable achievements, I suppose you think," sneered Elfie. "Yes, for it was a brave deed." "Very brave, to kidnap a weak girl." "Yes, it was, for he seized that girl, as I gaid before, from. between the teeth of the enemy. Elfie, have you any idea what he risked when he crossed the river for your sake?" gravely inquired Alberta. "He risked the halter, I suppose, and I wish to goodness he had got it," answered Elfie, bitterly. "Yes, he did, heartless girl. He risked capture and an ignominious death for your sake. He risked all knowingly and willingly, for, when, for love of you, he crossed the Potomac, he knew that Scott's Nine Hundred-and they are your guerrillas, Elfie-were on the north side of the river below the Monocacy, and that Rosenthai's cavalry were on the same side above the Monocacy, and that the scouts of one or the other force would be sure to strike his'. trail." 'ito "Rosenthal's cavalry!" echoed Elfie, passing over every- ? thing else in her surprise at-hearing this phrase. "Yes, Rosenthal's cavalry. You didn't know that Major Rosenthal is in command of the regiment in which le first enlisted as a private soldier, did you?" "Major Rosenthal! 'No." "That proves how much earlier and more accurate our information is than yours." i page: 160-161[View Page 160-161] 160 HOw HHF WON, HER. "Or how much better the devil is served than the Lord! muttered Elfie. "But our information is obtained for nothing from devoted friends, who risk their lives to keep us posted as to the movements of the enemy, and yours, when you get any, is purchased at high prices from mercenaries, who sleep when they should watch, and intent fictions when they should chronicle truths." "]But Major Rosenthal! Did you say Major Rosen- thal?" pursued Elfie, still harping on Justin. "Yes. He was promoted to a- majority for gallantry in the field." "And he is in command of his regiment?" "I told you so." "But how' is that '?" "In the very last battle in which his regiment was engaged the colonel was dangerously wounded, the lieuten- ant colonel was taken prisoner, and the senior major killed; so that the command of the regimenitdevolved on Major Rosenthal. His regiment was soon -after ordered to W. And he is now crossing the valley. Observe how early and how accurate is our information. Now to get back to Albert Goldsborough. With Scott's Nine Hundred in Montgomery and Rosenthal's cavalry in Frederick, your lover, when he crossed the river for your sake rushed recklessly between two fires." "I wish to Heaven the fires had closed upon him and made an end of him and his horse-thieves then and there!" bitterly exclaimed Elfie. "You don't! If you ever loved him, you love him still. If you ever loved him, you love him more than ever for the perils he has braved for your sake," said Alberta, posi- tively. -'.I tell you-" passionately began Elfie; but she was in- terrupted by a low rap at the door. ' , , * 'i ". ] - , * ' - ' -, w141t THRE OUTLAW'S LOVE. /161 "Come in," said Alberta. And the door opened and a young guerrilla entered, bring- ing in one hand a kettle of hot water, which he sat down on the hearth before the fire, and holding in the other hand a paper parcel. "That is my good boy," said Alberta, as she stirred the fire to make it burn andlkeep the kettle hot-" that is my good boy! But, Gill, what shall we do for tea? Use saffron root again? ' , "No, ma'am! See here. Captain Mutchison sent you this with his compliments," said the young man whom Al- berta called Gill, handing over the paper parcel that he had held in his hand. "Tea! real tea!! said Alberta, holding the parcel up to her face and gratefully inhaling its fragrance. "Oh, tell the captain I am ever so much obliged to him. Elfie, child, I have not had a cup of tea since I took one with Erminie at the parsonage. But I am very glad to have some now, for your sake as well as mine." "I suspect that tea is a part of the spoils of our picnic," replied Elfie. "Nothing in life more likely. Now do you know that circumstance actually adds piquancy to its flavor!" ex- claimed-Alberta, as she went to an old glass cupboard in a corner of the room and took from it a small tin tea pot, in which she poured a portion of the tea, and afterwards filled it up with boiling water and set it on the hearth to draw. Meanwhile the young guerrilla, who had left the room, returned, bearing a small rude pine-table and a coarse crash table cloth, which he arranged for supper. Alberta took from her corner cupboard a few cracked cups, saucers and plates, and set them upon the table, while her guerrilla waiter* went out and brought in a loaf of bread, a - plate of broiled chicken and a paper of loaf sugar. "Gill, my boy, you are the prince of purveyort!" said 10 - page: 162-163[View Page 162-163] "A'*VA J TV J TW AL A& A2 A , JM Alberta, as she received the good things and arranged themQ -to her liling o ; "All these' with the compliments of Captain Mutchison, said Gill, as he delivered them over. ' Of course! spoils of our picnic,' exclaimed Elfie. ' ,CAnd this," said Gill, who had again flitted out empty- handed and now flitted in with a canteen of fresh milk, "this with Abershaw's compliments.' "Rich new milk for our tea! This is indeed a luxury. Where- did it come from, Gill?" "Abershaw drove in a herd of cows this evening," answered the boy. ' One would really think that we were living the border life of Scotland in the olden time, when cow-stealilg was the most popular profession among the landed gently and their retainers," mused Elfie. i "Never mind. Don't quarrel with your supper, my dear. i When -you have led a guerrilla life as long as I 1have, you will learn to take what is set before you and be thankful. Gill! is that thunder? inquired Alberta, as a low muttering sound was heard in the air outside. "Yes, ma'am,4 there is an awful black cloud rising. The men think there will be a storm-a great storm." "It is very late in the season for a thunder-storm. But then it has been so unusally warm. Gill!" . "I "Yes, ma'am." ^ "Are all our men on thisside the river?" a Yes, madam." - I F "And have all Colonel Goldsborough's force re-crossed?" "All ma'am."7 . . '"Then I am glad the storm is coming up The river ^:?" rise- and the fords be impassable, and so pursuit will be : ft off,- even if the enemy should be so mad as to wish to ' , ibeard te lion in his den.' You can retire now, Gill.' : The young guerrilla pulled his forelock by way of making a bow, and then left the room. THE OUTLW ' S LOV E. '1 00 ' Come, Elfie, draw up your chair," said Alberta, as she set the tea-pot on the table. . I would like to wash my hands first," said Elfie, hold- ing up her fingers. Good-HF VsEN!" exclaimed Alberta, in real, down- right consternation. "What have you been about, Elfie-? Who have you been butchering? I am accustomed to the sight of blood but I never saw:such a pair of hands in all my life! What ever have you been doing with them? "I have been proving how well I love Guerrilla Golds" borough, and how willing I was to. be carried off by him. I have heard that it is considered an ignominy for a mai to lose his ears, and I knew that Guerrilla Goldsborough deserved such ignominy; and I have been doing my best to inflict it upon him!" replied Elfie, as she went to the wash basin which Alberta had filled with water forher. "You do not mean to say that you tried to tear his ears off with your nails!" exclaimed Alberta, in amazement. "If he *has got any ears left it isn't my fault," replied Elfie, defiantly, as -she wiped her hands and sat down to the tea-table. "Well," said Alberta, "I have sometimes had to look on while hamlets were burning and spies hanging, but I could not have done anything like that." - Notwithstanding that Elfie had been seized and carried off by guerrillas, and ought to have been in despair, she was not. On the contrary, she was hungry; and so she i made a very good supper, and with very little asistance from Alberta, she cleared the table of everything eatable on it. Meanwhile outside the thunder rolled, the lightning flashed, and the rain poured.- , It was not a storm to alarm anyone who was not exposed to its fury; for at that season of the year thunder and lightning could not be very violent or dangerous. But the rain!, Surely, since the deluge never had rain fallen in such torrents. ;i ,a ' ' -- "*j page: 164-165[View Page 164-165] 164 H UOW H E WON HlER. "The fords will be impassable for a week," said Alberta, exultingly, as she went to the window and looked out and listened to the pouring, dashing, lashing rain. Elfie sighed deeply, thinking that the rise in the river would make rescue for her all the more unlikely. Alberta went to the- door of her room and called Gill, who seemed to be on duty in the hall outside. "Take away this service, Gill," she said. And the, youth, to make short work, stretched the door wide open and lifted the table, with all upon- it, and carried it bodily out of the room. Alberta and E-fie drew in their chairs to the fire. "You do not know, Elfie, what a respite from anxiety it is to me to be, sure of one night's undisturbed rest! This storm that is raging outside will lull me to repose as the sweetest music in the world would fail to do," said Alberta, with a sigh of intense relief. "But how and why?" inquired Elfie. ("Oh, because I know while the storm is raging and the rain is pouring the river is also rising, and the fords will be impassable, and our camp will be safe from attack for one night, and we may sleep in peace! - Oh, Elfie! unless you had lived as I have lived- for the last three years, in 'the midst of war's alarms,' you could never realize what a blessed relief there is in the feeling sure that we may sleep in peace for one night!" "Oh! Alberta, what a life for you-for you, a daughter of the house of G(oldsborough-reared in luxury and refine- ment! How can you' bear it? Why do you bear it? Why do you'not accept Erminie's offer, and seek refuge with her?" earnestly inquired Elfie. ^"Why? Do you ask -me why?" exclaimed Alberta, and her cold eyes, fixed upon the fire before her, dilated and burned, and her impassive face glowed as- she replied: "My lot is cast with his and with his cause!" THE OUTLAW'S LO VE. A1O lo Oh, Alberta! when you were in Washington,:you told us that you had taken the oath of allegiance, in good faith, and that you meant to keep it! And here I find you among the guerrillas again! sympathizing with them, aid- ing and comforting them in every way! Have you no respect for your oath, no regard for yourself, no fear even of your God??'inquired Elfie. A strange smile passed over the face of the guerrilla's wife; still gazing straight before her into- the fire, she an- swered, slowly: "I have one idol, one religion, one rule of action! Elfrida, nearly four years have passed since I left all, to share the fortunes of TVittorio Corsoni, my beloved! Dark enough those fortunes have been, Heaven knows! But I have never repented becoming his wife-never. Elfie! Neither of us have known a shadow of turning in our at- tachment to each other. And now I would not exchange my condition as the outlaw's wife to be the most honored lady in the land! Nor would he part with me for a kingdom! We are all in all to each other. He is more to me than ever lover or husband was to woman before! I am more to him than ever was sweetheart or wife to man! -We are one; we can never be divided. - Nothing--no, nothing shall ever part us! not life, not death, not eternity! In all the gloom and horror of our downward course--and downward it is, Elfie-downward even to the depths of hell!--we have the one, great, deep joy of knowing that we, go on together, inseparable forever! Yes, on earth or in hades, inseparable forever H I will never again leave him, or be left by him, for a single day. On the only-one occasion when we parted since- our marriage, he was captured, tried and condemned to die. I found my way to Washington, determined to deliver him or to die with him. Yes, if I ! - could not procure his release, I was determined to do that which should place me by his side in the prison, or send me swiftly after him to the scaffold I " page: 166-167[View Page 166-167] 166 How HE WON H ER. "Oh, Alberta! yon mako my blood run cold " exclaimed d Elfie. ' In such a pursuit, what were oaths to me? I had one idol-my Vittorio! one religion-his service! one rule of action-his welfare! Happily his release was effected by a stronger -arm and a shrewder wit than mine. . -And he is with me once more, and henceforth we, part no more. Where he stays, I will stay; where he goes, I will go. What he dares that will I dare. The pains and privations he suffers I will share, and when he ceases to live I will die! Alberta ceased to speak, but continued, with her hands clasped upon her knees, to gaze into the fire. Elfie did not answer these wild words; she remained silent-struck dumb, as it seemed, with astonishment at the vehement earnestness of self-devotion in one she had deemed so cold and calm. What could have inspired Alberta with this self-sacrificing, soul sacrificing passion? Was it the beauty, fire and enthusiasm of the young Italian, who had so successfully wooed her? Certainly Vittorio Corsoni, if not as handsome as a grand Apollo, was as beautiful as a lithe Adonis. But then he was so very dark; and how any woman could really and desperately love such a slight Adonis, with such dark hair and eyes, Elfie could not imagine! How could she, when she herself was but a little bit of a creature, with hair and eyes as dark as Vittorio's own, and when her ideal of 'a fine figure of a man was a tall, fair-haired Apollo? While Elfie sat gazing into the- fire, and musing over these mysteries, there came a soft tap at the door. Alberta sprang up eagerly and went to open it. The voice of Vittorio Corsoni was heard to say: "It is late, love. It is nearly two o'clock." "I know it is,"' murmured Alberta, "How will you dispose of your guest?" THE OUTLAW'S LOVE. 167 "She must sleep with me, Vittorio, dearest. She is but an inexperienced girl; and there is no place in this house, full of rough soldiers, where she can sleep in peace except with me, the only woman in the camp," said Alberta. A deep sigh from Corsoni followed these words, and then he murmured in a lower tone: - "I had just been congratulating myself that we should all rest, without thinking of an attack to-night! But, as Heaven hears me, I would rather sit with you, and watch all night in the hourly expectation of an assault and a battle, than be banished from you, though we pass the night in peace!" Alberta replied in a low and tender murmur, inaudible to all but the ears for whom it was intended. A whispered conference ensued, and then Corsini said: "Well, love, I shall lie on the floor outside your door to- night, and like a faithful dog will guard your slumbers." "It is only for a few hours," she said. And then followed a few more gentle, inaudible murmurs, and Colonel Corsoni left the door. And Alberta closed and fastened it, and returned to her friend. "It is late, Elfie! And you must be excessively tired after your long ride. Get ready for bed, child! You shall be quite safe with me," said the guerrilla's wife, beginning to put the chunks of fire together to keep them burning through the night. Elfe took her -little watch from its hiding-place and looked at the time. It was nearly three o'clock. And feeling really almost worn out with fatigue, she undressed herself and went to bed, and fell fast asleep even before Alberta laid down beside her. Meanwhile, without the storm raged, the wind howled and shrieked, the rain poured and dashed; and the roaring of the rising waters was heard above it all! And to the battle-worn guerrillas, sweeter than the music page: 168-169[View Page 168-169] f the spheres, sounded this warring of the elements for it ssured them of one night's safety. CHAPTER XTNT. THE AtARM. RN What's the business That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley The dwellers in the house?-SHAKgpBABEs . The foe!-.-they come I they come --BBaon. ELFIE slept long and deeply. In the wild guerrilla tmp something like military discipline was kept up, and ; four o'clock the reveilld was beat; but even the sound of ke rolling drum close under her windows failed to arouse is tired young sleeper. Alberta arose,- pale, weary and shivering, in the chilly twn of the autumn morning. She opened one of the windows, letting in the faint light day, and the weight of a-heavy dampness. The storm had passed, the sky was clear, and the air was ill; but the ground was strewn thickly with fallen leaves, e trees were bared and broken, and the rain drops hung ittering upon all. Throu'gh the obscurity she could see the huts of the men th their dim fires hastily kindled to cook their break-- its - After fastening back the shutters, she let down the win- w and turned to set the room in order. She drew the unks of fire together and put on more wood from a pile it lay handy in the chimney corner. Then she filled a ttle from a pail of water in the cupboard, and hung it er the blazing fire. - . While thus employed -she heard a low rapping at her Dr, and she went to see who was there. It was her husband; and he met her as if he had been ,rted from her for a year. "May I come in?" at length he said. 'No, dear Vittorio, for our visitor still sleeps. When e is up and is dressed, then you may," she answered. "Heaven knows I hear our fair guest no malice; yet I ish Satan had her rather than she should be here dividing- i whom nothing else has ever parted," complained Drsoni. "So does she, I think!" replied Alberta, with a shrug. "I am going now. What can I do for you?" "Send Gill for orders." Vittorio kissed her suddenly and hurried away. Alberta went on with her preparations for breakfast. he cut slices from a stale loaf of bread and set them down afore the fire to toast. And then she sat down to wait for ,o events-the appearance of Gill and the awakening of lfie. She had to wait some time before either event curred. 1 Then came another rap at the door. She got up ande pened it, inquiring: ' Is it you, Gill?" "No Madam, it is Haddycraff," answered a voice. "Haddycraff! Why, where is Gill?" inquired Alberta. "Can't be found, Madam, anywhere in the camp. Seems e hasn't been seen since the height of the storm last night. 'he men think he has deserted, and that he is no better han a Yankee spy," * "Is that possible?" exclaimed the guerrillas wife, in mazement. a' It is certain that he has gone, madam, and it is likely ie was a spy!" "That boy-that mere child! Why, he didn't look to be nore than sixteen years old!" - "Madam, some of the men say now that they dont believe he was a boy at all, but a woman in disguise." page: 170-171[View Page 170-171] 170 HOW HE WON HER. "Nonsense! What absurd notions they take in their heads." i "It is only some of them, ma'am. There are others that think he is one of Rosenthal's men. Now that his disap. pearance has set people to thinking and talking, there is one says he is: the image of an orderly he saw with Major Rosen- thal." aYes; doubtless every one of you will. have a reminis- cence, or a suspicion, or an inspiration. regarding the poor lad! What does your colonel say?" "He says nothing; he acts. He has sent out men in pursuit of the boy, with orders to bring him back, dead or alive!' "Oh, Heavens I when will these horrors cease! groaned Alberta, wringing her hands. "The colonel sent me here to take my orders from you, madam," said the man, suggestively. "Yes, yes, yes," answered Alberta, absently, passing her hand to and fro over her forehead. "Can't I do anything for you, madam?" inquired Had- dycraff, after a few minutes of silence and inactivity. "Yes! Oh, I am so sorry to hear what you told me about that-poor boy Yes, I want something additional prepared for our guest's breakfast.-I do not believe that he is a spy! Anything will do. Dress a chicken, or'a partridge, or anything you may have handy, and bring it in. He was weary of the hardships of his life, and wanted to go home. Deserter he may be, but spy never I What do you think, Haddycraff? "I think, ma'am, as he has only been with us-five days he hasn't had time to get tired of -us; and we can none of us account for his sudden disappearance upon any other ground than that of! his having been a spy. However, if the boys find him and.,bring him in alive, we shall get to the bottom of the mystery; for you know how the colonel can sift a spy first and hang him afterwards." THE ALARM . 171 "Heaven of Heavens, yes!" "Anything else, ma'am, if you please?" ("Yes Poor boy! can it be possible?-You may bring me a table and a clean table cloth. Bring them to the door and rap. I will take them in." l "' That is all, ma'am?" it Yes-go." The man left the door, but the guerrilla's wife stood like one in a maze. "Poor, poor lad," she murmured. "He will have not the slightest chance of escape. They will hunt him with that pair of Siberian bloodhounds, I suppose. Yet if he, s a spy, I shall rejoice at his being taken; for if it were possi- ble for him to escape, he might-yes, he might betray Corsoni to death. Yes, I shall rejoice when he is taken! Yet I will plead for his life as I never pleaded for a life be- fore!" She was interrupted by the arrival of the table at the door, and she went and took it in, laid the cloth, and arranged the camp breakfast service on it. - In the midst of her work she was disturbed by a slight noise behind' her. Turning round, she saw Elfie sitting up in bed, with her hands clasping her temples, her black hair flying loose, and her eyes staring around in bewilderment. Alberta put down the knives and forks that were in her hand, and went to the side of her guest. "You slept well, Elfie. You never even stirred during the night. I hope you feel better this morning," said Al- berta. "Yes; I slept so soundly that when I opened, my eyes I couldn't remember what had happened to me, or where I was. It seemed to me that I was still dreaming, or that I had been transferred here by magic. Ah the villain! Won't I make him pay for it!"' page: 172-173[View Page 172-173] 2 XHOW HE WON HER. "Of whom do you speak, Elfie?? "Guerrilla Goldsborough, the girl-stealer. I will make him wish that he himself had been carried off by Satan, rather than carried off me!"I "I am glad to see you in such good spirits, Elfie." "Yes, last night I was jaded to death with fatigue. After the good night's rest I feel revived. The new day has brought new strength and resolution. And before it is over, I shall have persuaded Colonel Corsoni to send me across the lines." "My poor girl, I hope you may succeed in doing so, said Alberta, gravely. "I know I shall. For whatever else the Free Sword may be, he is a gentleman. And none but a caitiff would keep a girl a prisoner against her will to please anybody," said Elfie, confidently. "'I do think, if my dear Vittorio suspected that you are- really and -truly here against. your will,. he would do everything in his power to restore you to your friends. ,But you see, Elfie, he knew of the attachment existing be- tween you and Albert, and he cannot understand your re- luctance to remain with him. He judges all women by his I own wife, who left all to follow him and share his fate.": "Then he shall understand me. He shall know that I 0 am loyal and free. He shall. judge me by myself alone. And-when he does this,-as a gentleman and a soldier, he will restore me to my friends," said Elfie; positively. "In what manner?" . "He can send- me, under a flag, of truce to the nearest Federal fort." : { Ah, dear Elfie, would the flag of truce from a guerrilla I chief be respected by your Federal officers.? Would that : of Corsoni--of all others, :of Corsoni-n outlaw with a , price onhis Wheadb? What are you thinking of, my poor child e? -said Alberta. i , " ' ' d"^ ^ ^ : - L . X THE ALARMO 173 "I am sorry Vittorio is outlawed. Sorrier still that he ever did anything to place himself in such a dreadful posi- tion. But let whoever may be outlawed or inlawed, I am resolved to be in the Federal lines before night,' said Elfie, throwing the cover off her, preparatory, to rising. As she did so, she noticed the large printed U. S. on the head of the blanket. While she was staring at it, Alberta laughed and said: ",Yes, that is a Yankee blanket. Why, my child, the Yankee manufacturers work -for us now, just as they did before the war, only now we don't pay them for it. Why, Elfie, if it were not for dashing and successful raids upon Yankee encampments, our soldiers would go into: battle as bare-backed as the Bersekers of old.' Elfie stepped down upon the floor and began to make her toilet, while Alberta carefully- spread up the bed and opened the window behind it. "It is not 'Wt either of us were brought up to, Elfie, this breakfasting in our bedroom; but I have endured much greater hardships than this." Elfie shrugged her shoulders in silence, and went on dressing. - And by the time she was ready for breakfast, breakfast was ready for her. Haddycraff came to the door and rapped, and Alberta went and received from him a large dish of fried chicken and a pitcher of milk, which was all that was wanted to complete ; the preparations for the morning meal. - Alberta set them on the table and then put upthe teapot j and the plate of toast. i- "We have no butter to-day, Elfie, but Abershaw has-got i J a dairyman, and with all these cows, I dare say we shall h have some for to-morrow, " said Alberta. , "To-morrow. I hope a great many things will happen before to-morrow," said Elfie. : h, page: 174-175[View Page 174-175] i4 HOW HE WON HER. And they both sat down to the table. Alberta poured out a cup of tea, and set it before her guest and said: "Try some of that fried chicken, Elfie. Haddycraff is a very good cook." "And I suppose some Union farmer's hen-roost has been robbed to supply his larder," replied Elfie rather ungrate- fuly, as she stuck her broken fork into the crisply fried breast of chicken, and transferred it to her cracked plate. "Of course; how else should we be fed?" laughed Alberta. Elfie had a healthy young appetite, and notwithstanding her captivity and her conscience, she made a hearty meal. Not so did Alberta. Every movement and expression of this unhappy woman betrayed the anxious and habitual vigilance of the fighting and flying guerrilla life. Forget- ting her companion, she would turn' her head and stare through the open window, straining her eyes to see what might be going on at a distant point of the encampment in the line of her vision, or else holding her cup of tea sus- pended between her saucer and her lips, while she listened to the sounds outside the house. "For'goodness Syke, Alberta, make a breakfast. You have scarcely eaten a morsel of food or drank a drop of tea. What ails you? What -are you watching and listening for? You cannot fear an attack from the Union troops this morn- ing. You said yourself the river would be too high for days to admit of their crossing," said Elfie, impatiently. "It is- not of them I am thinking," answered Alberta, : making an effort to sip her tea. "Of what then? I declare you look like a fugitive from i justice fearing an arrest. Something ails you." "Something always does. Elfie, did you notice the boy ! - that waited on us at :supper last night?". l "I saw a boy, bringing min kettles atn I things, and I [ P' , THE ALARM* 1T75 heard you call him Gill, or something. I never noticed him particularly. Why should I, little cocatrice of a brigand!" snapped Elfie. "He was very well worth looking at. A pretty boy, about sixteen years of age, with the blackest hair and rosiest cheeks I ever saw in a lad. He sought refuge with the Free Sword about a week ago. He told a sad tale--oh, it was a very common one .-of how his home had been sacked and burned and his father and brother killed and himself taken prisoner by the' Yankees; and how at last he had made his escape and reached our encampment." "Young scamp! better he had been sent to join his father and brother than lived to beco'mea guerrilla." "Upon my word, Elfie, you are not very polite to me- all things considered," said Alberta.' "I have no right to be-' all things considered,'" retorted Elfie. "I do the best I can for you, under the circumstances." "And I behave as well as I can, 'under the circum- stances.' "Of what do you complain?" "That I am kept here against my will." "Not by me. But let us return to our mutton. This boy, Elfie. Too delicate for rough military work, 'the colonel placed him about me as a sort of page. I declare, in five days the gentle boy quite won my heart. But now ') "How would the Free Sword like the idea of the pretty page winning his lady's heart?" jeered Elfie, maliciously: . "Girl! I am deeply and -thoroughly ashamed of you I My interest in the: lonely boy is sisterly, motherly-what you will. And Colonel Corsoni knows that the woman who gladly gave up earth and heaven for his love, is his own soul and body for time and eternity. He knows that I am page: 176-177[View Page 176-177] U W .J w u . . ,b. fond of the boy; but he knows also that I would cast that boy into a burning fire if it were to please him-Corsoni!" "Well, but what about the blessed boy. Is it he that you are watching and listeningofor?" "Yes, yes, yes! He has disappeared. The men say that he was a spy. Some say that he is no boy, but a dis- guised girl. Others deny that and pretend to recognize him, now that it is too late, as an orderly whom they had seen in attendance upon Major Rosenthal." "Whe-ew!" exclaimed Elfie under her breath, as a light broke slowly over her face. "Now Colonel Corsoni has sent out men in pursuit of the boy. If he really was a spy, and succeeds in effecting his escape, he will make for the nearest fort in the lines form- ing the Southern Defences of Washington, which are on this side of the river, you know; and he will betray the retreat of the Free Sword and bring the enemy upon us probably before we can escape." "Lord grant he may!" muttered Elfie between her teeth. "-And on the other hand, if he should be re-captured, he will certainly be doomed to death, for the Free Sword never yet spared a spy. Every way I look the prospect is full of horror. It is for our returning scouts" with their prisoner that I listen so anxiously. "You say that Colonel Corsoni never yet spared a spy." "Never." "He will spare this one," said Elfie, positively. "How do you. know that?" demanded Alberta sharply. "By reasons." "What reasons?" "I cannot tell you. That is, I do not feel at liberty to do so." "HARK!" "What is the matter?" TIE 'ALARM. 1" They are coming! exclaimed Alberta. And at this moment the galloping of horses was heard, followed by the sound of many eager voices and the tramp- ling of many hasty feet. The next instant the door was thrown open by the guer- rilla Mutchison, who stalked into the room. The two young women started up in alarm. What is the matter?" demanded Alberta. "Madam!" exclaimed Mutchison, speaking in haste and trepidation, "the boy Gill has betrayed us! The scouts who went out in search of him have returned and report a body of the enemy's cavalry near!" And without another word he pounced upon Elfie, lifted and threw her over his shoulder and bore her, screaming and struggling from the room. Alberta started forward to stop him, but -before she had gone two paces she met Colonel Corsoni, who came hurry- ing towards her. He was armed and equipped for his ride, and he carried in his hand the black hat and feather fastened by the flaming carbuncle button. "Alberta, dearest-quick! Your horse is ready and waiting beside my own!" he exclaimed. And he seized up her dark hooded cloak and with his own hands wrapped it about her form. "It is true then! The enemy is upon us!" she cried. "Two companies of cavalary armed with their accursed Henry rifles! sixteen-shooters, that they may load up on a Sunday and fire off all the week! What can my ninety almost unarmed men do against such a force?" Oh! fly! fly, Vittorio! And here! take that burning carbuncle from your hat! You are known by it. And its rays shoot so far in the sunlight." "I would almost as willingly be captured as remove the gem, your gift, Alberta! 'placed, where it shines, by your hand!" " page: 178-179[View Page 178-179] 178 HOW HE WON HER. "Then my hand will remove it again!" said Corsoni!s wife, hastily unfastening the fiery stone and concealing it in her bosom. CHAPTER XIV. I THE FLIGHT. And there was mounting in hot haste.-BytBN. THEN Corsoni seized her hand and drew her into the -yard, where the men already mounted awaited their chief. Corsoni placed his wife on her horse and then mounted his own. Alberta, turning around, saw Elfie bound hand and foot behind Goldsborough, who was firmly seated on one of the most powerful roadsters she had ever seen. Elfie could no longer fight or struggle, but she scolded and remonstrated as vigorously as ever. "Men--if you are men and not monsters-how dare you look on and see such an outrage as this accomplished!" she cried, addressing the band at large.: But the men were busy with their curbs, restraining restive horses, that were as eager to fly as their masters; and they had no attention to bestow on Elfie. '"Colonel Corsoni, are you a gentleman, and will you per- mit this violence to be done me?" she demanded of the Free Sword. But the guerrilla chief was marshaling his band, and did not even hear her words. "Alberta, Alberta, why do you not interfere? You promised that no wrong should be done me that you could prevent!" she screamed turning her head-the only part of her person she could move-towards Madame Corsoni. THE PLIGHT. 179 "Would to heaven I could prevent this, Elfie!" ex- claimed the guerrilla's wife.- Then turning to her cousin, she said, sharply: "Albert Goldsborough, if you have a spark of manhood left, release the girl and leave her here. The Federals will find her when they come, and protect her, until they can send her to her friends." "Ha, ha, ha! Quite right, Alberta," laughed Colonel Goldsborough. "As lady and chieftainess you could not say less. Though, of course, your interference was a mere form; for you know as well as I do that Elfie would not thank you for hindering me; because at heart she is just as willing to be carried off as I am to take her." "Oh, you-you-you unutterably, contemptible miscre- ant!" cried Elfie, at a loss for names base enough to bestow on her captor. -But at that instant the order was given to move for- ward; and Goldsborough put spurs to his horse and bounded away. The troop started-very much as a company of fox hunters start when the fox has broken cover-all in wildest -haste and disorder, the first object being to get away as quickly as possible--the great difference that in this case the party were the hunted instead of the hunters. e They galloped, without drawing rein, until they had put miles and miles between themselves and their late encampment. Then, on the edge of another great forest, they slackened pace to breathe their horses. When all the troop-the men and horses covered with dust and reeking with sweat--rode up, their chief lifted his hand and spoke to them; "ATTENTION! Scatter yourselves through the forest, and rendezvous to-night at the Black Bear's Pass, where we join Colonel Goldsborough's force." page: 180-181[View Page 180-181] 180 . HOW HE WON HER. Then they entered the forest by different paths, and scattered themselves according to order. Some little xdistance into the forest Colonel Corsoni and Alberta rode side by side. "So we go to Goldsborough's encampment," she said. "Yes. This morning, when the scouts brought in the news that the enemy's cavalry, informed by the little spy Gill, was after us, we called a hasty council of war-Golds- borough, myself, Mutchison, and Abershaw; when it was decided that we should consolidate the remnant of our bands, at the Black Bear's Pass, there to wait for Monck, who is. expected down from the Shenandoah Valley, to plan another raid into Pennsylvania or Maryland. .Ah, what a hard life this for you, my tenderly reared love!" said the guerrilla chief, suddenly breaking off from his talk of rapine and bloodshed, to gaze with ineffable tenderness upon his compaon ,. "My Free Sword," exclaimed his wife, fondly and proudly, "it is the life of my heart's choosing. I am happy-oh, believe me--I am always happy by your side I! only miserable when absent from you. And you never wish me absent, do you, Vittorio? "God knows, never! exclaimed the Free Sword, fer- 'vently. "I am such an egotist as to want you always with me, cost you what it may." "'Such an egotist' are you, in making me so happy? Listen, my chief-oh, my dearest, listen: I am orthodox and I believe in Heaven and in hell. But I will have no 'Heaven that you do not-share,- my own I And death and hell are less terrible to me than the thought of parting from you;" she mmurured, still- fondly and proudly, as she had -spoen before. "Then by the splendor of Heaven we will never part again-no, not for a day!" " Their hands met in a clasp as fervent as the pledge of a THE FLIG HT 181 first betrothal, and then they rode on again in silence for some moments, until the clatter of a -horse's feet was heard behind them, and Goldsborough galloped up, with Elfie still bound behind him. He lifted his hat gallantly as he passed Madam Corsoni. "Oh, Vittorio!" exclaimed Alberta, as the horseman and his captive sped out of sight. "What is it, love?" inquired Colonel Corsoni. "Elfie I nothing can be done - for her until we reach our destination, I suppose. But, oh, when we do, pray try to effect the deliverance of Elfie. It is shameful in Albert Goldsborough to carry her off against her will." "My dearest, do you suppose for a moment that it is really against her will? I do not," laughed the Free Sword, "It is bitterly against her will I do not understand how it can be so; since I know that she loved him once-! but I see that it is!" said his wife, earnestly. Colonel Corsoni gayly shook his head. "It is, indeed, as I say I Strange as it may sound, she seems really to hate the lover she once loved so fondly 1." "And for no personal offence against her? For mere difference of opinion in regard to this war? Impossible!I Dearest, you should know that Bo woman who truly loved, ever discarded her lover for a mere difference of opinion in religion or politics! And that Elfietruly loved Albert, and even sought to win his love, I had an opportunity of prov- ing-! Oh, I watched them with too much interest in the play to be mistaken! H was too, anxious that the little black-eyed witch should -win him, and so remove a trouble" some suitor to yourself and a hateful rival from my path; not to have discovered the truth!" "Oh yes, I know that she did once love him, and seek to win and succeed in winning his heart ' But all that is over now .. f . * *s page: 182-183[View Page 182-183] 1 82 HOW HE WON HER. "And has a woman the right, do you think, to win a man's heart and then throw it away?" No, 'certainly!P) "See here, dearest; she not only loved him and won his love; but she betrothed herself to him. And he at least has been faithful to that betrothal. Listen, my own! If Elfrida were not the promised wife of Goldsborough, I would not look on for an instant and permit her to be carried off by him; or, being his promised wife, if her feelings had really changed towards him, I would not interfere to deliver her from his power. But neither of these hypotheses exist. At heart she loves him still; loves him more than ever, that he has proved his love, by daring so much for her sake I But Elfie is given to heroics-real heroics and mock heroics. She has embraced the cause of the Union! It is her cue to hate 'treason' and to love 'patriotism.' And left to her- self she will sacrifice her lover, whom she adores, for her country that she only thinks she adores! 'But let Golds- borough succeed in carrying her off, and making her his wife, by force if you like to call it so, and Elfie will be as happy as a queen in the greenwood." "But only see how she resisted her abduction! See how she wounded her captor in her struggles to escape!" "All done to deceive herself, as well as her lover, into the idea that she hates him as a ' traitor' ought to be hated -according to her creed! Ha, ha, ha! We shall have a stormy wedding at the Black Bear's Pass to-morrow; but in a day or two the storm will. have passed and all will be sunshine! laughed Vittorio, gayly. "But how, in heaven's name, is any marriage to take - place without the woman's consent? Elfie may be carried off and kept prisoner by physical force; but, no physical force on earth can make her the, wife of Albert Golds- borough "- "He will find a way to make her consent -to marry him, T H-E F L-IGH T. 183 and make her confess that she loves him, too!" laughed Vittorio. "Judging from what I had seen, I should th4nk she would tear him to pieces first!" "She can',! -He's tough! She'll tear him frightfully, no doubt! But he will stand a great deal of tearing from those pretty hands, with the certainty that it will all end in their caressing him. But this path is becoming very narrow and obstructed. Let me go before, dearest, and put aside the branches for you," said Colonel Corsoni, taking the lead. So they journeyed on until sometime in the afternoon, when once more they encountered Goldsborough and Elfie. ,He was pausing at a forest rivulet to let his horse drink. "We need something to drink as well as our beasts. What do you think, Colonel?" inquired Goldsborough. In reply Corsoni handed the speaker a'-flask of brandy, from which Goldsborough took a deep draught. "That is a genuine article, Colonel, where ever you got it from," he said, handing-back the flask to its owner. "A present from Mutchison," said Corsoni. "Oh! spoils from the picnic.-just so!" answered Albert. V Then turning to his companion, he said-"Mrs. Golds- :I borough, I am aware that yofi never touch anything stronger than tea or lemonade. Unfortunately .we have neither -to ,offer you. However, the clearest of springs sparkles below us, and if you would like a draught of fresh water " ' "Hold your tongue! Don't speak to me, miscreant!" flashed Elfie, losing her patience. Meanwhile Colonel Corsoni had leaped from his saddle, and- dipped up from the spring a can of water, which he now held to Elfie's lips. She was choking with thirst, so she drank it all and -bowed her head in thankls. page: 184-185[View Page 184-185] 84 HOW HE WON HER. "Now I think we want foddering as well as watering. Corsoni, my friend, what is the condition of the subsistence department?" The Free Sword, who was about to render the same ser- vice to his wife that he had just rendered to Elfie, handed the can of water to Alberta, and then took from some depos- itory about his horse a tin box of ham sandwiches which he delivered to Colonel Goldsborough. "More spoils from the picnic, I suppose," said Albert, as he received them. "Yes, I judge so, since they came from Mutchison," answered Corsoni. "Exactly.. Well, Mrs. Goldsborough, if you would like some of these sandwiches, and will promise not to scalp me, I will free your hands long enough for ,you to satisfy your hunger,"' said Elfie's lover. "You poltroon! I would see you eaten up by snakes sooner than I would touch a morsel of food from your thievish and blood-stained hands! If I cannot free myself in any other way, I can by starving myself to death!" ex- claimed Elfie. "Two words to that, Mrs. Albert Goldsboroughl You may think you have a right to destroy yourself. But I'm dashed if you have any right to destroy my wife, after all the trouble I have had to get her," said Albert, as he put spurs to his horse and bounded away. Some little time Corsoni and Alberta lingered to take a light luncheon, and then they also followed after him. They continued their way through the forest, which grew thicker and darker as they penetrated deeper into its recesses. At length, however, they reached higher ground, where the trees grew thinner. And just as the moon arose they began to ascend that almost inaccessible part of the mountains known as the Black Bear's Pass. THE FII HT. 185 Steep, winding, difficult and dangerous was the way. The side of the mountain up which the path wound was nearly perpendicular, broken into rocks, cut up with torrents andc obstructed with a ragged, scrubby copse-wood of ever- green. The precipice towered a thousand feet above them on their right hand, and fell a thousand feet below them on their left. A single false step must have precipitated horses and riders to death. Corsoni-went in advance and Alberta followed on-her sure footed animal. Neither the guerrilla chief nor his devoted wife thought or cared for the present imminent danger; for oh! a more horrible fate threatened them daily:in Corsoni's possible re-arrest than could be braved in a quick and mer- ciful death by falling over this precipice. Indeed, the more terrible the dangers of the path the more assured was the heart of the guerrilla's wife,. since- the perils of the way seemed to promise them immunity from pursuit. They went on, slowly ascending this " devil's ladder," as Corsoni laughingly characterized it, until at last they heard voices in advance,-. They had once more come unexpectedly upon Golds- borough and Elfie. The former was saying: Now, if your hands were free, my fair wife, you would have a fine opportunity of rollingh us both down to destruc- tion.1" - "No matter, wretch. 'What's not paid is but delayed.' I shall be in at your death yet. The one burning aspiration of my soul is to live' to see you hanged, Albert Goldsbor- ough!" she exclaimed. ' So you shall, Mrs. Albert--around your pretty neck, my sweet wife, as I said before," retorted Goldsborough. It was while this tender interchange of affection was going on that Corsoni and Alberta rode up and halted behind the party. "What's' the- matter ahead there?" inquired the Free. Swords; Can't you get on?" page: 186-187[View Page 186-187] xt6u HOW HE. WON HER. "(Yes, but very slowly. My horse carries double, you may remember. Besides, Mrs. Goldsborough is timid, and does not like me to go any faster," replied Albert. "It is, false, you caitiff! I don't care how fast you go- the faster the better, so that you go to the old Nickl" flashed Elfie. "And take you with me?" queried Albert. "Hold your tongue!" snapped Elfie. "Go on, my dear Goldsborough, do," recommended Corsoni. "I am going. I only stop once in a way for a little love making with my bonny bride here, which is but natural in tlhe honeymoon, you know," said Albert, as he carefully pro- ceeded on his way. Corsoni and Alberta-followed. The pass became more and more steep, winding, difficult and dangerous. The rocks were more broken, the torrents more swollen, the copsewood more tangled and treacherous. The precipice now rose five hundred feet on their right hand, and fell fifteen hundred on their left. The false step -which might precipitate horses and riders to death seemed imminent. - Alberta's spirits actually rose with the perils and perplex- ities of the ascent, for these seemed absolutely to insure the fugitives against pursuit. "I do not think the Yankee heroes will care -to track us up this path," said Alberta, exultingly. "No, I do not think they will. -Besides, one single reso- lute and well armed man, stationed at the head of this pass, -could keep it against an advancing army," replied the Free Sword. An hour more of toilsome and terrible climbing brought them to the top of the mountain. The full moon was now at the zenith, and shone brightly down upon a scene which was as great a curiosity in its THE FLIGHTS. 187 way as the Natural Bridge itself. It seemed a fort of Nature's own forming. Saucer-shaped was the top of the mountain, and surrounded by a natural breastwork of earth and rocks, in the clefts of :which grew sturdy evergreens. Within this naturally enclosed space, which was about a mile in circumference, was a picturesque spectacle-groups of men, droves of horses, and many camp-fires.- But here seemed no sign of shelter for man or beast. Colonel Goldsborough had arrived just before Corsoni and Alberta.' He had unbound his captive, who was seated in sulky silence on the ground, and he now turned to receive the Free Sword. "Welcome to the Devil's Retreat, for such is the delect- able name by which this natural fortification goes. See, your men are here before you, and they are already prepar- ing for the comfort of Madam," he said. Corsoni laughed and thanked his host, and then alighted and lifted his wife off her horse. "{ You must be nearly dead with fatigue, beloved," he whispered, tenderly, as he took a blanket from one of his men, threw it to the ground, and gently seated Alberta on it. Meanwhile, some of Corsoni's band busied themselves with cutting down saplings, driving stakes into the ground, weaving walls, and roofing in a temporary shelter foir Cor- soni's beloved wife-beloved by all the band for her devo- tion to their chief and their cause. "Come sit on this blanket with me, Elfie. 'You will take cold on the bare ground, child," said Alberta, kindly. And the captive, who felt a sort of limited sense of. safety in the presence of the chieftainess, eame and sat down beside her. When Alberta's pretty, picturesque hut of fragrant evergreens was finished, Haddycraff came to her and said: "Your 'shelter is ready, lady. Come into it. Abershaw will bring you tea." C * page: 188-189[View Page 188-189] 188 HOW HE WON HER. Alberta thanked her faithfu I follower, and gave her hand to her female companion, saying: "Come, Elfie; you shall share my hut, and rest under my protection to-night as last night." And Elfie, whose young joints, to be sure, were stiff with long constraint and hard riding, gladly availed herself of Alberta's aid in rising, "Ah, the wretch! what pain he has put me to, with all the rest of my wrongs! Every bone in my body aches as if I were a hundred years old. Oh! that fate would turn the tables and. lgive that man over to my tender mercies for one day!" she cried, as she struggled painfully to her feet. /'Fate may well do so, Elfie, and if it should, you will remember nothing of Albert but that he was the lover and the beloved of your earliest youth," said Alberta, in a low and gentle voice, as she led the way, tken by Haddycraff towards her hut. It was built against the highest part of that natural wall of rocks, and it was sheltered from the north wind by a thick clump of ,cedars that grew above them. The walls were built of stakes driven into the ground, with cedar boughs woven thickly between them; and the roof was made of sticks laid across the top, with cedar boughs piled and pressed down on them. The flooring, which was also the bedding, was made of dry leaves, with a large, clean camp blanket laid over them. The door was just a simple :opening left large enough for a woman to go in and out, and before it hung a small, clean piece of a camp blanket, fastened with wooden pins to the roof. Beside this door stood -Abershaw, another of Alberta's devoted followers, and at his feet lay a large bundle wrapped in ,a Mcintosh waterproof covering. I was the last to leave the encampment, Madam. I lingered behind, with the colonePl'sleave, to load two mules THrE FLIGHT. 189 MWith the camp furniture of your room. Here is a part of it," he said, stoopingand beginning to open the bundle. "And so you ran the risk of capture for the sake of securing these comforts for me, Abershaw?" said the colonel's wife, with some emotion, "Danger and duty seems to be the same thing in our wild life, Madam; and I am only too glad to meet the one and brave the other in your services," said this gallant guerrilla, lifting his hat. "Warmest thanks, Abershaw. But the colonel will know better than I do how to return such kindness." Again the- man lifted his hat, and then, pointing to the opposite side of the area, he said: "The supper is nearly ready at the fire over there, Madam. Will youand the young lady join the colonel and his guest there, or will you have your tea brought here?" "We will join the colonel's party, Abershaw," said Corsoni's Wife. "Alberta, you will doas you please; but as for me, I will starve sooner than break bread in Albert Goldsborough's detestable company!" indignantly exclaimed Elfie. Abershaw turned with an involuntary gaze of amaze- ment at the enraged girl; for he, like most of the men, naturally supposed the young lady to be the willing com- panion of her lover's flight. , But Alberta calmly replied: "Very well, Abershaw. You hear what Miss Fielding says. Bring our suppers here." The man bowed and turned away. ,I am sorry if I have disconcerted you, Alberta; but if my life depended on my doing so, I could not eat and drink with that dastardly kidnapper!" said Elfie. "It does not matter much to me, dear. Let's drop the subject for the preent. We will speak of it presently," said Alberta, who was stooping over and examining the contents of the bundle that Abershaw had brought. page: 190-191[View Page 190-191] 10O HOW HE, WON HER. It proved to contain a supply of pillows, clean sheets and blankets, from Alberta's press in the old plantation house. "How kind -and; thoughtful of that man! How truly bound he is to the colonel and myself!" murmured Alberta. "He seems to be a very superior person, that Abershaw. Very superior to his condition, I mean," said Elfie. "There are several such among the devoted followers of the Free Sword," proudly answered Alberta. "And you-you are like a queen, with your court about you, here in the green wood," continued Elfie. "As you may be, if you like the sovereignty," replied the chieftainess, who was now engaged in spreading the clean sheets and blankets, and placing the pillows upon the fragrant bed of dried leaves in her hut. When this was done, she came out of the hut, and sat down with Elfie before the door. And presently was seen approaching a small procession across the area. First came Abershaw, with a table-cloth thrown over his right arm, and a sugar bowl hugged under his left; a tea- pot in one hand, and a milk jug in'the other. After him followed Haddycraff with a large plate of bread and butter and a big dish- of stewed rabbits. Behind them came another man, loaded with cups, saucers, plates, spoons, knives and forks. When Abershaw reached the front of the hut, he spread the table-cloth over the ground, and- arranged -the supper upon it, and then dismissed his assistants, and remained to wait on the wife of his chief and her companion. The two young-women sat down to the feast. lNothing on earth ever- took away Elfie's appetite, and as she was now very hungry-not having eaten a morsel since the morning--she fell to with great gusto,. Not so Alberta. For one thing, the guerrilla's wife had broken her fast with those ham sandwiche in the after. THE FPiGHT. I1y'L noon; and for another, she was troubled with many subjects of anxiety. So she ate but little, and talked a great deal. "Abershaw, is it certain, do you think, that Gill really did betray us?" ',Not a doubt of it, Madam. He was a spy from the first. Tubman swears now, though it did not occur to him at first, that he is the same boy he has seen in attendance upon Major Rosenthal. Tubman, you know, Madam, was a conscript in the Union army, and deserted to us." "No, I didn't know it. But I think it is a pity Tubman did not recognize the boy at first," said Alberta "I doni't think he saw much pf the boy, ma'am." 'Abershaw! You were the last to leave the encamp- ment! Did you see any sign of the nearer approach of the enemy's cavalry, before you left?" "Yes, Madam. I went up into the- attic and climbed through the skylight on to the roof of the house, and with my leld-glass I saw their approach. Their advance was just rising up from the other side to the 'top of the Hogsback hill-not two miles off. I got away with my loaded mules as fast as I could; and thanks to the thickness of the forest, eluded pursuit." ' Do you think, Abershaw, that we are quite safe from pursuit here?" "Safe from surprise at least, Madam. Thle pass is strongly picketed at short intervals for two miles down." "Is Monck's battalion expected soon, do you know?" "'Hourly, Madam." "Will they come up by the same way that we did?" "No, Madam; by the opposite side, which is much easier of ascent. Our straggling men are also arriving by scores; the Colonel will soon re-organize his whole force; and when Monck's men join us, we shall be able to hold this post against any nnmber that may be brought against it." "But we are not to remain here." t 1, j . page: 192-193[View Page 192-193] -!92 HOW HE ,WON H .R. GNo, Madam. As soon as our whole force, including the three independent commands, is mustered, there is to be another great raid-into Pennsylvania or Maryland, before the winter sets in." Alberta clasped her hands together, with a look of woe unutterable and indescribable. "Will you have anything more, Madam?" inquired her attendant, who had not seen the misery on her face. "No, Abershaw. Take all those things away HYou have finished, I believe, Elfie?" ( Yes; ever so long ago!" "Remove them, Abershaw; and pray ask Colonel Corsoni if he will step here and see me before I retire." The man promptly obeyed the order by piling up as much of the cracked crockery and broken cutlery as he could carry, and walking off with his arms full. He came back a second time with an assistant who helped him to take away all that was left; and he gave message to Madam Corsoni to the effect that the colonel would attend her immediately. When the two men had finally left the spot, and the Free Sword was seen approaching it, Elfie retired within the hut leaving the husband and wife together, * COLONEL RO SENTHAL. 193 CHAPTER XV. COLONEL ROSENTHAL. His eyebrow dark and eye of fire Showed spirit proud and promptto ire; Yet lines of thought upon his cheek, Did deep design and counsel speak; His forehead by his :casque worn bare, His thick moustache and curling hair, Dark brown and grizzled here and there, But more through toil than age. His square turned joints and strength of limb Showed him no carpet knight so trim, But in close fight a champion grim, In camps a leader sage.--SCOTT. "EAVING E]lfe in the hands of the guerrillas, we must go and look after Justin, from whom we have been separated too long. It is true that we have heard of him from time to time, and by little fragments of news picked up here and there, we have been able to keep track of his movements since he left us. We know, for instance, that his regiment has been en- gaged in -several sharp skirmishes, such as would be set down as great battles in any other country than this, the theatre of our colossal war, and that in every one,of these fights he distinguished himself alike by his personal cour- age and his military skill. We have heard that, for gallant and meritorious conduct, he was promoted to the rank of major, and that, by the death or disabling of his superior officers, the temporary command of his regiment, then on duty at EH., devolved upon him. Now it happened that upon the very morning of Elfie's fatal picnic excursion, the colonel of Justin's regiment, being convalescent, returned to his post of duty. Major Rosenthal was relieved, and for faithful'and efficient services, was promoted to the rank of colonel, and ordered to assume 12 page: 194-195[View Page 194-195] 194 HOW HE WON HER. the command of the Cavalry, then stationed at W., in' the valley. The next morning Colonel Rosenthal, mounted on a noble war-horse, set forth to cross the Blue Ridge, en route for his distant destination. He was attended by a single orderly, Sergeant Hay, the friendless youth whom Britomarte had kissed and blessed on the moving of the brigade, and who was thenceforth the object of Justin's especial care. The valley was free, or supposed to be free, from guerrillas, and therefore a body guard was deemed unnecessary. It was a glorious autumn morning after the storm, and the passage of the mountains on this route was neither difficult nor dangerous. And it was yet early in the fore- noon when Colonel Rosenthal, having crossed the ridge in safety, descended into the old turnpike stage road, leading though a 'dense forest'"towards W., which was still far distant. But the glory of the morning had no power to lighten the gloom that overshadowed the young officer's spirit. In, truth, he had'both public and private matter for depression. The former was of course grief for the wide-spread ruin wrought by the war, and sickness of soul with "hope deferred" by its long continuance and indefinitely post- poned end, and was shared by every patriot in the land, and every philanthropist in the world. The latter was in distress about his sister Erminie and his beloved Britomarte, and his intense anxiety concerning the fate of a young orderly sergeant, whom, while in tem- porary command of the regiment, he had detailed on special duty, and who had left him about seven days previous to this, *and had not yet been heard from. This boy was an especial favorite with his superior officer. Soon after the regiment had left Washington, and while it was lying at City Point, he had enlisted. Since that, for , V X v L L X aV U cU D1 M X A X * JLW cleanliness, sobriety, diligence, fidelity,- and, in short, all soldierly good-qualities, he had been steadily promoted until he had reached the rank of sergeant. As by instinct Justin Rosenthal soon singled the boy out from his comrades, and selected him as one of his-own orderlies, Hay being the other. Now it occurred that while Major Rosenthal was in com- mand of the regiment at H., there came rumors of the re- appearance of- the terrible Free Sword on the east side of the Blue Ridge. He was reported to be in the neighbor- hood of L., re-organizing his band of desperadoes, who were flocking to his standard by scores, by fifties and by hundreds, . It was whispered that there was a plan on foot to mass the three great bands respectively commanded by Monck, Corsoni and Goldsborough; then to cross the river above the Point of Rocks, slip down behind the line of forts, and make a sudden dash into Washington. Such were the rumors among the country people; but whether they were true or false, or by whom, or upon what ground they had been started, no one could tell. Reconnoitering parties had been sent to beat up the country in the neighborhood of L.; but they had returned without having seen or heard anything about the dreaded: Free Sword or any of his followers. Either he was not there, or his encampment was well con- cealed, aind the people of the country were keeping his secret. And a's for Monck's and Goldsborough's bandsi there was not even a rumor suggestive of their whereabouts. It became now advisable to send some person of equal tact and courage, who should go among the country people in the vicinity of L., pass for a secessionist, discover- the retreat of the Free Sword, penetrate -to his camp, and find out what foundation there might be for all the rumors that were afloat. page: 196-197[View Page 196-197] JuV w HE W r .i n ." The duty must be undertaken voluntarily of course; but no one in the regiment was found willing to go upon this dangerous expedition, until Will. Wing, the major's second orderly, proffered his services for the forlorn hope. His major was surprised and softened by this devotion in one so young and tender as this boy, and he kindly and candidly set before him the extreme perils of the enterprise. But Wing was firm, and respectfully represented that his very youth would be his protection, as it would render him an object of less suspicion to the enemy; and he begged that he might be permitted to render the required service to his country. So the major had consented, and the young orderly, dis- guised in a suit of confederate gray, had left H. some seven days before, and since that he had not been seen or heard from. And now Colonel Rosenthal's soul was pierced by remorse for having suffered the boy to go upon such a fatal errand, and by grief for his probable fate; for scarcely a doubt remained upon the colonel's mind that his spy had been discovered, and had fallen a victim to the vengeance of the terrible Free Sword. With a spirit burdened and darkened by these thoughts and feelings, Colonel Rosenthal rode on his way. So few travellers passed this old, deserted turnpike road, that the sound of horse's feet, galloping rapidly towards him, startled Justin and caused him to look up; when, to his unspeakable joy, he recognized Wing. Smiling, the boy saluted his officer and sprang from his horse. "Oh, Wing, my child! I am so rejoiced to see you safe. back againl What news?" eagerly exclaimed Colonel Rosenthal. "Great news, Mfajor," said Wing, who knew nothing of his officer's new rise in rank-" great news, sir! I have met with a complete success. I have unearthed Corsoni and delivered him and his band over to our forces," That is glorious! Wing, you shall have a lieutenant's commission for that!" "Thanks, Major; if the new commission is not to remove me from your side," said the orderly. "Foolish boy! Do you weigh your attachment to me against such an honor as that?" "No; Heaven knows I do not; for my attachment to you would so weigh down the honor that it would send the lieutenant's commission flying!" "We shall not be separated, Wing. I shall take good care of that. I am going on to W. to take command of a cavalry regiment there. After you are promoted, if you should be found capable of fulfilling the duties of the office, you shall be my adjutant and live at my, head quarters. But where were you flying so fast when I met you, Wing? "To report to you, Colonel." "At H.?" "Yes, sir., "Well, you have an opportunity of reporting here. Mount your horse, Wing, and ride on with me. I have managed to get you and Hay detached from your late regi- ment, and transferred to the one of which I am about to assume the command; so that you mny both be near me, as formerly." "Thanks, Colonel," answered Wing, springing lightly into his saddle. "Now give me a full report of your expedition, Wing. Yet let it be a brief one, since 'brevity is the soul of wit. "It shall be brief as a military order, my Colonel. When I left the camp, seven days since, with the rebel prisoner's clothes on my back and the rebel soldier's pass in my pocket, and your pass rolled up iflto the compass of a page: 198-199[View Page 198-199] 198 wHOW HE WON HER. hazel-nut and wrapped in water-proof skin, tucked into my cheek like a quid of tobacco, so that I could even swallow it in a case of extreme emergency, I took the way to L., avoiding the highway and keeping pretty much to the coun- try roads and bridle-paths. I Stopped at the farm-houses, ostensibly to procure food or lodging, but really to get information. I passed for a confederate soldier on leave going home to L. to see my friends; and to prove my words true, I showed them the pass that we took from the prisoner William Gill, whom we captured near C." "But, Wing, there was danger in that." "Sir, there was danger in every step of the expedition. I was prepared to meet it." "Brave boy! But suppose you had met with people who knew the person of this William Gill." "Sir, I had to risk that, and to use some little address. On coming to a farm-house, at the close of the day, for instance, I would be taken at once by my uniform to be a confederate soldier, and I would be received anid -treated kindly. Soon I would take an opportunity of asking my entertainers if they knew a family of the name of Gill. Almost invariably it happened that they knew no such family personally; though in some instances they knew of them. I would express myself sorry for that, as I was a connection of that family myself and had been in hopes of meeting friends on my road. When my entertainers betrayed suspicion of me, which was very seldom, I showed Gill's pass, which at once dissipated all their doubts." ' Well, and what did you hear from these people?" Plenty of abuse of the Yankees, Colonel, which was quite natural, and in which I joined so boisterously and& with such seeming malignity as sometimes even to provoke an apology for these' same Yankees from their confederate foes. -- 'Some, of them - Union fellows were not so very bad, after all,' the rebels admitted." COLONEL; ROSEN THAL. 199 "Well, but about the Free Sword?" inquired Colonel Rosenthal. "I heard nothing for the firt two -days. Near noon, on the second day of my journey, I fell in with a party of our foragers. I was stopped immediately as a rebel. But I took out my quid of water-proof skin, and unrolled and exhibited your pass, and told my story. I passed the night with them, and fronr them I learned that on the preceding night they had surrounded the house of a certain notorious bushwhacker named Gill, with orders to arrest him and his sons; that they had been fired upon from the windows of the house, and several of their number wounded and two killed; that they had then fired the house and burned out the bushwhackers. The father and one son were killed in the fight that followed, and the other son was taken pris- oner. There was another son, they said, who had been cap- tured some six weeks before. I explained to the men that this first captured son was the one Hwas personating, and that the affair of the previous night would aid me very much in keeping up the character. In the morning I left them and went on my journey, striking deeper into the formt." "I hope you soon struck the trail of the Free Sword." "Sooner than I expected. Look you, sir: I did not spare my flesh and blood. I gashed myself with several wounds, to make -it appear that I had beentin a fight. Nor did I spare the Confederate uniform. I burned and scorched it in several places, to make it seem that I had barely escaped with, my life from the burning homestead." t"You have a great deal of craft for one so young, Wing." "' Necessity is the mother of invention, it is said, sir. In this 'forlorn plight' I went on my way, until, near nightfall, I came to a lonely farm-house, on, the edge of the forest, where there were some extremely ragged Confederate soldiers, smoking and drinking. I dragged my- page: 200-201[View Page 200-201] 200 H O- H E W 0N H E R. self to their presence, and told them my piteous story: how I was a Confederate soldier on leave; how I was going home to see my father and brothers, when, on the very night of my arrival, their house was burned and, they themselves bayonetted by the Yankee soldiers; and how I had barely escaped with my life." "There again you ran a risk, Wing! Suppose these sol- diers had personally known the Gills?" "I provided for that, Colonel. The first question I groaned forth was whether they knew the Gills. No-none of them knew the family personally, though one man said he had heard of them, and that they had a son in the Con- federate army. So you see, my Colonel, all the rest was easy enough. I had only to say that I was that son, and to tell them my piteous story." "But suppose some one of their number had known the son by sight, and so had detected you?" - Suppose the earth had opened under my feet, Colonel? I beg your pardon for speaking so lightly, sir; but one was as likely to happen as the other. Both were possible, but neither probable. However, I had even provided for the remote contingency of detection before committing myself in my story. I had ascertained by observation that no one among them knew by sight any member of the Gill family. If they had, I should have passed myself as a distant con- nection, bearing the same name." "Go on, my boy." "One of the men-Haddycraff-asked me how long I had to serve in the regiment to which I belonged. I answered, no time at all. That my leave in point of fact amounted to a discharge ; for that before the leave should expire, my time of service would be out." "And what was your motive in telling that story, Gill? Was it that you had got your hand in, or rather your tongue in, to the invention line of business, and couldn't get it out again?" laughed Colonel Rosenthal. COLONEL ROSENTHAL. 0UL1 "Not at all, sir; I had a motive in saying that. I saw that the men among whom I found myself were members of some guerrilla gang, and that they were after recruits. The event proved that I was quite right, for Sergeant- Haddycraff slapping me smartly upon the shoulder, exclaimed heartily : "'Well, my brave boy, a soldier does not sit down to weep over his wrongs, like a woman; he rises up to avenge' them like a man! d "'And that I mean to do on every blamed Unionist I can find!' I answered. "' Quite right. Now you're a-chatting. That's the talk! Now to help you to do this, how would you like to take ser- vice under one of our gallant independent leaders?' he asked. "'One of the guerrilla chiefs, do you mean?' I inquired. "That's what the lying Yankees call us, blast them! We are no more -guerrillas than we are Cossacks!' ex- claimed Haddycraff angrily. "'But for my part, I thank the Yankees for bestowing it. I should glory in the name of guerrilla,' I said. "'Ha, ha, ha . we have made it a terror to the clock- peddling heroes who have mistaken their vocation and come down here to fight us,' chuckled Haddycraff. "' To be a gallant guerrilla is the height of my ambition,' I said, -- 't -Then how would you like service under the brave Free Sword? ' "' The Free Sword!' I exclaimed, with enthusiasm. 'Oh, Heaven! I should think it almost too much glory to hope for, to live and die in the service of the great Free Sword!' "' And I tell you what, my boy, your ardent admiration of Colonel Corsoni is shared by at least one-half the youth in Virginia.' "'But the cursed Yankees who burned my father's house \ page: 202-203[View Page 202-203] 202 HOW HE WON HER. were saying among themselves that the force of the Free Sword was entirely broken up and scattered to the four winds, and that it never could be re-organized' I said. "'Ho, ho, Do! And that is all they know about it, laughed Haddycraff; 'and if you choose to go with me, and take service under the Free Sword, you may know for your- self how little truth there is in those reports.' "Well, my colonel, I agreed to accompany the guerrillas to the camp of their chief. And so, when they had feasted at the expense of the farm people, who were mostly women and negroes, and had loaded their mules with farm produce, for which they paid in veritable greenbacks, we all took the road through the woods for some miles, and then turned out of the road in the thickest depths of the pathless forest, and with no other guide than a pocket compass, found our way to the encampment of the Free Sword." "And where was that?" "On an old deserted plantation in a clearing of that same forest. The approaches to the encampment were very strong- ly picketed. There was strict military discipline observed. We reached head quarters just as they were beating the reveille, and in twenty minutes afterwards I was ushered into the presence of the Free Sword. A very handsome fellow is this celebrated guerrilla chief, my colonel, looking every inch a brigand leader, however, and reminding one strongly of ' Fra Diavolo in the: opera." "Yes, yes-I know the personal appearance of Vittorio Corsoni. I knew him well in former days. He was a young Italian adventurer, and at the first opportunity took to the guerrilla life as naturally as a duck to water. How were you received by him?" "Very, very kindly. He bent those large, dark eyes so earnestly upon me while I was telling my piteous story of coming back to find a burning homestead - and a murdered father, with his ' hoary head all dabbled with his blood,' that COLONEL ROSENTHAL. 203 to escape his intense gaze I had to cover my face with my . hands and take refuge behind a flood of tears. And then what do you think happened, Colonel? "What? "I felt the hand of the Free Sword laid gently on my head-gently as a woman's hand-and I heard his voice, saying: "' You shall stay with me and be my son, and I will avenge you on your adversaries.' It was as if the voice of a god of Olympus had spoken." "Are you an enthusiast, Wing? inquired Col. Rosen- thal. "Perhaps, sir. Then, at least, when I looked up and saw tears of compassion standing in brave Corsoni's eyes-com- passion for me, come to his camp to betray him, I felt for a moment as if I were the caitiff and traitor, and he were the hero and patriot; and I assure you, my Colonel, that I had to remember he was in arms against our government before I could reconcile myself to the part I had to play." "One might think you had fallen in love with the inter- esting brigand!" "That would have been quite impossible for me, sir! 'Yet I do not wonder that his wife did! -nor that she keeps close to his side through all thie evils and dangers of his wild life*!" : "You talk like a woman, Wing," exclaimed the colonel, laughing. "Perhaps I do, sir; but I acted like a man! like a very man!" retorted Wing, sarcastically; 'for I betrayed the host of whom I pretended to seek refuge, and who promised to protect me and avenge my supposed injuries!" "' And now you talk like. one particular woman whom I could name! But proceed, my boy! How did you get on in the camp of the Free Sword?" "Very successfully! He said that I was not stout page: 204-205[View Page 204-205] 204 HOW HME WON HER. enough for their llard, military duty, so he placed me in attendance upon his wife. But I had ample opportunities of finding out their plans; for the Free Sword had no secrets from the devoted companions of his dangers. I learned, little by little, that there was certainly a plan on foot to consolidate the three great guerrilla bands, to make a raid into Pennsylvania or Maryland ; they had not decided which was to be the theatre of the invasion. They were waiting for the 'arrival of Colonel Goldsborough, who was daily expected. it Go on." "Well, sir, I remained in the camp of the Free Sword for five days; but I learned nothing more, because there was really nothing more to learn. But on the evening of tha fifth day there was a surprise." ",Ah!'" "'Not from our forces. The surprise was the sudden arrival of Colonel Goldsborough with a female captive. He came in the dead of night, with his prisoner bound on the horse behind him, and attended by a single officer, the notorious Nicholas Mutchisgn, whose gigantic proportions have in no degree been exaggerated by report." "' Umph!" "We learned from that loud-mouthed Mutchison, who told the story with great gusto, that their band had surpris- ed a picnic party near the Point of Rocks; had exchanged their own foul and ragged clothing for the holiday dresses of the gentlemen, as far as they would go; had eaten up the picnic dinner and finished the evening by a ball in which they danced with the ladies of the party; and finally had broken up their bivouac in a hurry at the arrival of their chief and the announcement of a squadron of Yankee cavalry near, and had brought off one young lady captive, leaving all the others to find their way home as they could." COLONEL ROS ENTHAL. 205 "Where was this picnic party from?" "Washington." And-what young lady was that who was taken cap- tive?" inquired Colonel. Rosenthal, with a dawning of anxiety. "Mutchison called her Miss Fielding; Colonel Golds- borough called her Elfie." "Good Heaven!" "What is the matter, sir? ' , I know the young lady. She is an old friend' of my sister. Go on, Wing." a Well, sir, the young lady was placed under the care of Madam Corsoni, who made her comfortable--that is, as comfortable as any creature whose every breath was a male- diction could be made." "The young lady did not bear her captivity very patient- ly, then? "Patiently! I tell you, my Colonel, if I had been Albert Goldsborough I had rather carried off bodily a well grown she-tiger. She had torn his hair and whiskers out by the roots and had nearly clawed both his ears off. His jaws will have to be bandaged for a month; and if he doesn't get erysipelas from his wounds, I don't know what will prevent him. Afterwards, wFile she was in the care of Madam Corsoni, as I said before,.she did nothing but breathe maledictions against him and his band." "Very natural and extremely like her. Well, my boy, you say that was on the evening of the fifth day; you must have left soon after that." "Yes, sir, I did. That night the Free Sword, much to his distaste, had to give up his half of his lady's chamber to her new guest; for as Madam Corsoni was the only other woman in the encampment, she' insisted on keeping the young girl under her own immediate protection." "And she was quite right. Proceed, Wing,-' t page: 206-207[View Page 206-207] "That night the Free Sword, being banished from his ife's quarters, passed the hours with his guest, Colonel roldsborough, in consultation upon the combination of ieir forces for the projected raid. I kept the door. In, iat interview it was decided that the three great bands re- Eectively commanded by Colonel Corsoni, Goldsborough nd Monck, should rendezvous at the Black Bear's Pass, there the greater portion of Goldsborough's guerrillas had lready preceded them, and where Monck's horde was ex- ected to join them. It was arranged that they should larch the next day, if the weather should permit." "Well! Go on." "When I had heard so much, my Colonel, I thought it vas about time for me to make my escape from the Free Iword's camp and carry the information to the nearest federal Fort. Soon as I was relieved from duty at the office door, I took measures to get off unobserved. Fortu- tately for me, there was a terrible storm arose. Under its over I made my escape." "How did you pass their pickets, my boy?" "I crawled through the dense and pathless woods be- ;ween the picket stations, until I got quite clear of the en- campment. Fate still favored me. Outside I caught a lorse all saddled and bridled, that seemed to have broken iway from his fastenings somewhere. Once mounted on ;he horse, I dashed on as fast as possible towards Fort R., where I arrived just before sunrise. I was stopped and questioned by our own pickets. I had no pass-word, of course; but I told my story and was taken under guard up to head quarters, where again to Colonel D. I told my story. And in' fifteen minutes or less time, two companies of cavalry were mounted and off after the Free Sword. I was detained in a sort of honorable captivity for several hours, and finally dismissed with a pass to return to my regiment at H.'r aBefore leaving Fort R., did you hear from the com- ' panies that went out after Corsoni?" "' Yes, sir; some of the men returned to report to Col. W. i that my information was correct; thatey h ad found the camp of the Free Sword just where I had reported it to be;, but that the band had probably received information of the approach of our forces, for that they had hastily evacuated the premises." "Then Corsoni and his band were not captured?" , "No, sir; but the cavalry were still in search of them when I left." "And that is all, Wing? "That is all, sir." "Well, Wing, I hardly know for which quality you de- ' serve the most praise: for'-your shrewdness, or for your ' courage. If I have any influence in the proper quarters you shall receive a lieutenant's commission for this ser- vice." ' "Thanks, Colonel." "And if the Free Sword should really be captured upon the information given by you, you will be entitled to a con- siderable portion of the large reward offered for his appre- hension." "Your pardon, sir. What I did:was done for the service of my country and for the pleasured-.f my Colonel. But not to save myself from perishing would I touch a cent of the blood money!" "Upon the whole I think you are right, Wing. In your place, I would not touch the reward, certainly. But the Lieutenant's commission-that is an affair of another color, eh, boy?" "Yes, sir. I hope I have earned that, or shall earn it in some nobler manner than spying out and giving information., against outlaws." As they spoke, they emerged from the forest out upon the broad high road that skirted it. page: 208-209[View Page 208-209] 208 HOW HE WON HER. "We are now about thirty miles from W., I think, Wing?" said the colonel. "Thirty-eight," answered the boy. "So far? Well, at least we shall reach the town by nightfall," Foncluded the colonel. CHAPTER XVi. THE MEETING. - Ho I who rides there? The tramp of hoof, the flash of steel--- The rebels round them coming." AND they turned to the right, and rode along the edge of the forest for some four or five miles, when they saw ap- proaching them from the opposite direction a body of horse- men. "That must be a detachment of our cavalry, Wing, What do you think?" I think it is, sir. But I can't be sure yet. The clouds of dust prevent my seeing them clearly," answered the boy. ("And then they are so far off. Let me see," said the Colonel, taking out his field-glass and "sighting" the approaching party. "I am nearly sure they are our men, sir," said Hay, speaking for the first time. "Yes, it is a detachment of the cavalry now stationed at W. What is afoot, I wonder?" exclaimed the Colonel putting spurs to his horse and galloping forward to meet the advancing party. The officer in command of the squadron rode out to receive him. THE MEETI'NG. . 209 The two met like old friends. "Ho! Colonel Rosenthal! Happy to see you. Heard of your promotion this morning. Allow me to congratulate -no, not you, but-the regiment, on the acquisition of so brave a soldier and able an officer. I wish my company belonged to your regiment," said the cavalry officer. "Thanks, Major O'Neale. But-what's out?" "What's out? The guerrillas. They are swarming into this neighborhood like seven year locusts. Goldsborough's guerrillas have made a raid upon a party of excursionists near the Point of Rocks, and robbed them of -everything even to the clothes they stood up in-even to their sacred- linen?" "Yes, I heard of that. A squadron of cavalry from Fort W. is out after them, but they are encamped somewhere near the Black Bear's Pass, far enough from here," said Colonel Rosenthal. Ah! is that so? Then there is no chance of falling in with them hereabouts?" "None -in the world." "And the Free Sword has re-appeared!" "He has joined issue with Goldsborough, and their forces are united." "Are you certain of that?" - "I am quite certain of that, and: I am half suspicious that you are out on a wild goose chase if you are after guerillas," laughed Colonel Rosenthal, N"lot quite so fast. You have accounted satisfactorily for the Free Sword and for Goldsborough. But here is Monck suddenly sprung up with all his band from Heaven knows where. And they are ravaging the country right and left. It is after Monck especially, and not after the other two, that we are sent out," said Major O'Neale. "Monck, I think, will be found somewhere in the neighborhood of the Black Bear's Pass. where he is ex- 13 page: 210-211[View Page 210-211] 210 HOW HE WON HER. pected to combine with Goldsborough and Corsoni for a new raid on an extensive scale. Thanks to the courage and dis- cretion of my young orderly here, whom I sent as a spy into the camp of the Free Sword, I am in possession of all their plans, which I intend to reveal to General W. as soon as I get into the town." Major O'Neale deigned to turn his eyes for a moment upon the young orderly whom Col. Rosenthal had praised; but the question of the guerrillas was of too absorbing in- terest to admit of a moment's wandering from the subject, and so he replied: "Your information, obtained by so much courage and tact, and at so great a risk, may be very correct. I have no doubt that Corsoni and Goldsborough may both be at the Black Bear's Pass, and that Mkonck' may be on his way to join them; but, in the meantime, it is certain that he is ravaging the country- about here. I suppose a score of fugitives have rushed into W. within the last twelve hours with tales of Monck's burnings. and wastings." "*Then there can be no mistake about his near neighbor- hood." "None in the world. But the question is, where did his band spring from? One would think that they had sprung full grown, armed and equipped, out of the ground, like the myrmidons of classic story." "These vast forests afford too good a cover for these bandits. They should all be levelled," said Colonel Rosenthal. "But what a Herculean labor. And think how many of them have been levelled But you, Colonel, you are going on to W.?" "Of course." "And with only these two orderlies by way of a body guard? "Just as you see." THE MEETING. 2" "I strongly advise you not to do so. The road is certainly very unsafe," said Major O'Neale. "It is the road you have just passed?" "Yes." "And you saw nothing of these reported guerrillas?" "No--not a hair! But then they would not be apt to show themselves to a force like ours. But you and your two orderlies, Colonel, would be a great temptation to them. If I might do so, I should strongly urge you not to go for- ward, but to turn back with us!" "I am ordered to proceed to W. immediately to take command of my regiment, and I must go on," said Colonel Rosenthal, decisively. "Then allow me to detail a portion of my men to guard you on your way, Colonel." "Not on any account. It would be very unwise for you to do so; for the withdrawal of such a nuimber of your men as could be of any sort of use to me, in case of an encoun- ter with Monck, would so weaken your force as to leave it liable to capture. No, I must go on with my boys and trust to Providence," said Colonel Rosenthal. Major O'Neale still respectfully remonstrated, but with little effect. "If you were to divide your hen you would render your own force inefficient, without affori ng me adequate protec- tion," said Colonel Rosenthal. And so the friends parted--each going opposite ways-- Major 0'Neale and his command towards the ridge, and Colonel Rosenthal and his orderlies towards W. The colonel with his attendants rode on a mile or two, and then, as the sun was sinking to his setting, they entered an arm of the forest. "After all, I doubt whether we shall reach W, before dark.' We must be still twenty-five miles off," remarked Colonel Rosenthal. . page: 212-213[View Page 212-213] 212 HOW HE WON HER. i"Sir, we are thirty," answered Wing.. "These Virginia miles are certainly the longest I ever travelled," laughed Colonel Rosenthal. They went on, their path becoming narrower and more obstructed as they penetrated farther and farther into the depths of the forest. Sunset faded into twilight and twi- light deepened into night. And the road became so narrow and obstructed that they had to ride in single file--Wing going before, Colonel Rosenthal riding in the middle and Hay bringing up the rear. So they proceeded slowly and silently for some distance, until at length Colonel Rosenthal drawing rein, called to his advance guard: "Wing! "Yes, sir." "Fall behind, my boy! If we are to have the honor of meeting Major Monck, or any of his men, I would prefer to be ' to the fore' to welcome them. The young orderly obeyed promptly, though unwillingly enough, for he would have preferred to make of his own person a shield and breastplate to guard his colonel's precious life. I say, Wing," whispered young Hay, as once more they rode nearly side by side, " this is a demon of a dark road to meet -the guerrillas in!" "So it is," admitted Wing. "' How far are we from W. now?" "About twenty-two miles." ".When does the moon rise, do you know?" "About nine o'clock." , And it is not more than seven now. And we have two hours of black darkness before us." "Oh, we shall get into W. by the time the moon rises." "And who will thank the moon for rising then? We want light now I " "Well we have light. I am sure the stars are coming out very brightly," said Wing, encouragingly. THE MEETING. 213 But Hay declined to be encouraged. "Oh, yes! the stars are bright enough--what we can see of them through the upper branches of these thick cedar trees," grumbled Hay. "Look," said Wing, as they were passing through a fordable stream that crossed their path--' look how clearly the stars are reflected in the water under our feet! and then tell me if you do not see enough of them and if they are not bright." ' Well, I suppose our eyes are getting used to the dark- ness, and we can see better now, that is* all," grumbled Hay. After crossing the stream, they found the forest road a little clearer, so that Wing was enabled to-ride up side by side with his colonel. "We are not more than twenty miles from W. now, sir," said the boy, cheerfully. "Twenty Virginia miles, Wing, which means twenty-five of any other sort," replied the colonel. 4Itist! what is that?" cried Wing, in a low, breathless voice. "What?" inquired the colonel, drawing rein. a Where?" questioned Hay, riding up. "That glittering object onathe left hand of the road!-Oh, I see what it is now!" exclaimedWing. And they all looked and saw-not only oneo bayonet, but twenty or thirty, projecting from the thicket each side- of the road, and gleaming faintly in the starlight. "It is the guerrilla band. Retreat!"' cried Colonel Ros- enthal, raising his hand and turning his horse's head. His two followers also turned. But their road, in- the rear was bristlinig each side with bayonets. Retreat was -cut ff. "Dash forward, then!" exclaimed Colonel Rosenthal, drawing his sword, wheeling, and putting spurs to his horse. page: 214-215[View Page 214-215] Q4 HOW HE WON H-ER. : HALT, you cursed Yankees!V' yelled a guerrilla, leaping ;o the middle of the road, followed by all his band, who sed in upon the three travellers, surrounding them with ence of fixed bayonets. Of course the travellers had no other alternative than to St Surrender, blast you!" thundered the same voice that d ordered the halt. :' Bring your leader here, or conduct up to his presence," d Colonel Rosenthal, sternly. "I am the leader of this band, curse you! Hand me ur sword before I wrench it out of your hand!" roared a brute. "I think you would find that a rather difficult feat to rform, my friend,' said the colonel, grasping his weapon th a firmer'hold, and frowning so sternly that the guer- la, surrounded by his band as he was, quailed before the dier, "Will you hand me your sword, dash you?" thundered a bully, at length plucking up a spirit. '1No-not to you! I ordered you to take me to your ief, or to bring him to me," said Colonel Rosenthal, mly. "And who are you, curse you, to give orders here?" de- rnded ,the guerrilla. "I am one who- will be obeyed," answered the colonel. The guerrilla replied by a volley of oaths which were, wever, interrupted by another member of the band, who me suddenly upon the scene, and " spoke as one having thority." - "Crowfield, what is the meaning of this?!' "* I: is this blasted Yankee prisoner, who won't give up 3 sword until I tear it from his beastly hands. - Demands be taken before Major Monck, or to have Major Konck ought to him-devil burn him 1 ' answered the savage. THE MEETING. ZJ1. "Crowfield, you are wrong. This is Colonel Rosenthal, and Major Monck's orders were strict, that when he should be taken, he should be treated with courtesy, and conducted at once to his head quarters." Oh, yes! that's the way with the major! He'll take a i prisoner, feast a prisoner, and then hang a prisoner; but all in courtesy! Oh, yes! whatever the major does is always done in courtesy. As for me, I'd rather blast a Yankee and let him go, than bless him and hang him, as our major does. You'll find worse fellows in the world than I am, if you wouldn't give me up your sword, Colonel Prisoner," said the guerrilla, nodding to Colonel Rosenthal. "Sergeant Crowfield, you are drunk! and I'll give you until four o'clock to-morrow morning to get sober in!" "Captain Bannister, you're a heap drunker 'n I am, and so I'1l give you until four o'clock to-morrow.,afternoon to get sober in! At Hi "You are under arrest, sir. Blake! take his musket and look after him," said the angry officer. " When these- orders were obeyed, Captain Bannister turned to the prisoner and said: "Colonel Rosenthal, we will take you to Major Monck's i head quarters that are only about three miles from thisi spot." - Colonel Rosenthal bowed gravely' nd silently]. The guerrilla captain then placed a guard around the A prisoners, and marshalled his band, and gave the order to ' march. t The body, consisting of about sixty well-armed men, j moved forward upon the same road leading towards W., for ' some three quarters of a mile, and struck into a pathWoa the i right hand side of their way winding into the very inne i most recesses of the wilderness. Colonel Rosenthal rode on without pxchanging a wordS with one of his guard. v , :[1 page: 216-217[View Page 216-217] 21{0 HOW HE WON HER. Wing and Hay conversed in whispers whenever they could do so with impunity. "Here's a go-!" muttered Hay. "I wish the colonel had taken Major O'Neale's advice iand turned back with the cavalry.". "So do not I. The gallant colonel had done his duty, and the result is with the Lord," answered Wing. "'Yes, I know. But this Monck doesn't care for Lord or devil. He is as much worse than the Free Sword as an assassin is worse than a mere duellist He is the coldest blooded demon alive! You will never see him excited[; but he has been known to hang a prisoner before the door of his quarters, and sit down and eat his breakfast while enjoying' a full view of the death agonies of the hanging and struggling victim!" "May Heaven protect and deliver our colonel!" ex- claimed Wing, clasping his hands in prayer. CHAPTER XV11. THE GUERRILLA'S ENCAMPMENT. Into a forest far they thence him led, Where was their dwelling in a pleasant shade, With mountains round about environed, And mighty woods which did the valley shade, And like a stately theatre it made, Spreading itself into a spaiouos plain; And in the midst a little river played Amongst the pumy stones and seemed to 'plain With gentle murmur that his course they did restrain.--BENBEx. THE forest was almost impenetrably thick and intensely dark. The closely intermingling boughs overhead shut out every ray of starlight. And the moon had not yet risen. The darkness, the stillness and the silence of this wilderness was very solemn and almost appalling and overpowering. 1fo object could be seen j they moved through thickest night fo ob 6et could eeni th I 1 JL S X . U U i L I JX X A aJ a a. O 4 a .s As A A * , and blackest shadow; nothing could be felt but the damp- ness of the air and the cold touch of the clustering leaves, and no sound could be heard but the muffled tread of their horses' hoofs, the hoarse hoot of an owl, or the- shrill cry of the whippowil. Their progress through the forest was necessarily very slow, for the band was partly on foot, and the cavalry had to accomodate its pace to the infantry, whom it did not wish to leave behind. The path also was often so narrow and obstructed that, they had to march in single file, Captain Bannister leading the way, followed by Colonel Rosenthal and a guard and young Wing, and another guard and Hay, and then the horse and lastly the foot. After marching on in this tedious manner for nearly forty minutes, they came suddenly upon a picket guard so well con- cealed that though they-the pickets-could command the approach to their station, no one not familiar with their cover could suspect their presence-there. "All in the darkness, the arriving band was challenged with the usual: "Who goes there?" Captain Bannister answered and gave the pass-word: and then exclaimed: . . "You are as dark as the Stygian lake here, Griffin! What the d do you mean by ity I had nearly ridden over you." "The orders were to show no lights, Captain." A Humph! What is the news, Griffin?" "Wiley has captured a sutler's wagon with a lot of liquor and provisions, Captain. The major will feast you all to-night and give the men double rations, and to-morrow we are to have double rations of food and grog also." "That is good news indeed, Griffin, to men who have been on short commons as long as we have." "Hope you've had success, Captain. So dark I can't see who is with you, sir." page: 218-219[View Page 218-219] i5aO HOW HE -WON HER. "Yes, we have secured the rich prize we went to seek. Good night, Griffin," said Bannister, passing on his way, fol- lowed by all his band. The approach to Moncks camp was very strongly pick- eted; they passed several other guards, but all concealed in thick wood and deep darkness, out of which they watched and listened like crouching tigers for their prey. At length the band emerged from the forest and came upon the deep and narrow river, beyond which arose a nearly perpendicular range of mountains, dimly seen in the starlight. Here the officer in command of the party halted and took a whistle from his pocket and blew a shrill blast. It was answered from the- other side; and almost immedi- ately the plash of .oars was heard, and a ferry-boat was seen to move across the water, It was little better than a scow; but it accommodated the three prisoners with their immediate guard. When they were all in the boat, Captain Bannister told the ferryman to make haste and put them across the river; and the ferry- man and his assistants promptly obeyed, laying themselves to their oars with good will. While they were crossing the captain questioned the ferryman: "What news in the camp, Horne? ! "Well; sir, Sergeant Wiley and about thirty of the men surprised a sutler's wagon that was a straggling behind its brain, and captured it, with three prisoners and a quantity of stores. All the men but the pickets had double rations. The major wouldn't give them double because he wanted them to be very sharps to-night; but to-morrow they are to have double grog as well as double rations." Yes--I heard about that. Anything else " "Well, sir, Captain Miller has gone out with his company to waylay a train of army wagons as our scouts report to be crossing the valley, on their way to W.; but he is not ex; pected back to-night." "'I am sorry to hear that. I think it was a bad ,move. The valley is all up, bristling with Yankee riAes. A little devil of a spy got into the camp of the Free Sword, and afterwards ran away and betrayed his retreat to the Yan- kees. He had to evacuate his campin great haste." "What a blasted bit of bad luck !" exclaimed the ferry- man. " Yes; and that is not all. Goldsborough-well, he's not the first great soldier that ever lost the world for a woman- Goldsborough, instigated by the demon, made a dash across the river below the Point of Rocks and surprised a picnic party for no other purpose-than to carry off a certain girl., "What a blamed fool-begging you pardon, Captain ! " "Yes, he was all that. And, the result of all this is, that there are no less than three companies of cavalry out in search of us in different directions. Tjle chances are that Miller will meet with some of them." As Captain Bannister spoke tile boat grated upon the -sands of the shore, and the party prepared to land. The captain walked his horse out first, and was followed by the others of the party in the same mwanner. Leaving the ferryman to go back after the remainder of the hand, Captain Bannister led hNs party by a steep, narrow and winding path up the mountain side, passing many picket guards, by- whom they were challenged, and to whom he gave the countersign., As they reached the summits the moon, large, round, and red as a ball of fire, was risiily behind a dark, green cedar wood in the valley before them. " There are the head quarters of Major Moncke said the captain to his prisoner, pointing down into the thickly wooded valley. He then led the way down this side of the mountain by page: 220-221[View Page 220-221] alU nHOW HE WON HER. a path as steep, narrow and winding as that by which they had ascended on the other side, and they met as many pickets as before. f Arrived at the foot of the precipice, the captain led the way into the cedar thicket, " where path there was none;" but by some occult method of 'his own, or some signs unin- telligible to the uninitiated, he took his party on until they came to a low worm-fence surrounding a clearing in the very centre of the woods. At regular intervals of space sentinels marched to and fro before this fence. One of them challenged Captain Bannister, who gave the countersign, and immediately passed with his party through the gate. Within the rude enclosure, which seemed to have been an old field, Ithere was a busy, picturesque, enlivening scene. Camp fires were scattered all over the area, and around them were grouped the men-some cooking- their rations; some eating their suppers; some drinking whiskey, smoking pipes, and playing cards, and some lying flat upon their stomachs, witk their limbs extended, their elbows resting on the ground, and their heads bowed- upon their hands, while, by the light of the blazing pine-knots, they- studied the pictorial papers which were a part of the plunder that had been taken from the captured sutler's wagon. Through this crowd the captain conducted his party towards an old, common-looking and rather -dilapidated farm-house- that stood among its out-buildings at the farther end of the area. Beyond these buildings groups of cows and horses might be dimly seen, The whole place was a combination of a ruined farm and a military encampment. The house itself, on nearer approach, was seen to be ag large, rude wooden building of one story, with a very steep -roof, and with a rough piazza running the whole length of THSE U UUi JSCtfCJtl EjlA D DK L i awUw r ixjL Ace --. - the front. One large door, with a window on each side, opened upon this. Here also were groups of men lounging on the steps and in the corners, while before the door a sentinel stood guard. Captain Bannister dismounted, and signed to his prisoners to do the same. Then he called a man to take the horses, and. beckoned the prisoners to follow him. He led them by the front door into a large -passage run- ning through to the back of the house, and from which other doors opened leading into rooms on the right and left. This passage was dimly lighted by a tallow candle, stuok into a tin sconce nailed against the wall., Several soldiers were lounging here, and three or four were guarding a small group of prisoners at the farther end of the place. A sentinel stood before the second door on the left hand. "Remain here with your attendants if you please, Col- onel, while I go in and make my report to my major,' said Captain Bannister, politely addressing his captive. Then turning to some of the lounging soldiers, he called them to come and guard these prisoners. Four of the men approached at his bidding, and gathered around Colonel Rosenthal and his young orderlies. Meanwhile the captain entered the second dooron the left, which was guarded by a sentinel,,and which ws prob- ably the office of the guerrilla chief. Colonel Rosenthal, left with his party, looked around upon the contracted scene, noticed the dilapidated walls, the uneven floor, the ricketty, doors of the hall, and the ragged, wretched, famished aspect of its guerrilla occupants. Then he turned his eyes towards the extreme back of the place, where, in a dark corner, were the-three other prisoners, with their guard about them. Two of these prisoners were men, and they were standing up, and even in this obscure light, Colonel Rosenthal page: 222-223[View Page 222-223] MBZ EHOW HE WON H ER. thought he could recognize something familiar in the aspect of the taller of these men. The third prisoner was a woman, and was seated on the ground, with her apron thrown over her head. While Justin was still looking at the group, and trying to remember who the tall man might be, the latter stooped and whispered to the woman, who then suddenly threw her apron down and turned her head. Justin was standing where the faint light of the candle in the sconce fell upon him, and, though he could not dis- tinctly, see the other prisoners in their obscure corner, they could see him quite plainly. So, the instant after the woman, had turned herhead towards him, she leaped up and sprang past her guards before they could prevent her, and almost threw herself 'into Justin's arms, exclaiming frantically: "Och, glory be to the Lord! is it yourself, Mr. Rosen- thal, dear?-And how is Miss Conyers, sure?" "JUDITH!" cried Justin, in unbounded astonishment. "Och, yis; it's meself, sure, Lorrd kape me!" "I am glad and' sorry to see you, my girl. How came you here?" inquired Justin., "And is it how came I here? Sure didn't thim bastes iv gorrillas-divil burn thim, for they're worse nor the pirates thimselves-didn't they saize our wagon, and rob us iv every blessed thing we possessed in the world, and thin bring us here'? That the Lorrd may smite thim!" ex- claimed Judith, fervently. "Then you belonged to that sutler's wagon which was captured?" inquired Justin. ' First and foremost, I belonged to the divil himself, or I niver would be torminted as I am!" said Judith, impati- ently. "But- you were in the sutler's wagon, were you not?" again inquired Justin. * , / " Oh, ay, yes; bad luck to it, I was in the sutler's wagon whin thim haythins saized it. And be the same token, I hope you've come with your army to hang ivery one iv thim!" "Why, Judith, what are you thinking of, my girl? Don't you see that I am a prisoner like yourself?" said Justin. "You a prisoner I Sure the thaives niver had the im- pudence to make you a prisoner ?" exclaimed Judith, in consternation. " It is as you see, my girl," answered Colonel Rosenthal, smiling in spite of his misfortunes. "Thin the world must be- coming to an ind I And serve it right; for it's a baste iv a world altogether, -where a Christian can't sail upon the say without the fear iv ship- wrecks, and desert islands, and say-fights, and pirates, and the like; and can't travel upon the land itself without fall- ing among thaives'! " exclaimed the woman. "But, Judith, my girl, how did you happen to be among the sutlers ? " inquired Justin. " D'ye see me gay Tom there, with his head bound up ? He is always getting. his crown cracked, is me gay Tom. If he hadn't a hard Scotch head, he'd been dead long ago. D'ye see him, mind ? " "Yes," replied Justin, now turning to look againaat the tall man, and recognizing McAlpine. " Well, sure, me gay Tom, bad luck to his Scotch greedi- ness for money, must turn sutler, so he must. And so that was the way I came to be a'mong them; for ye didn't think I was going to lave him to his own devices so far as to let him go alone, did ye ?" " I don't know," laughed Justin ; "but how came you to be captured ? " " Sure the divil got into the horses, and we couldn't make them go along, and keep up with the train; and we fell page: 224-225[View Page 224-225] ,224 HOW HE WON HER. behind! That was -how it was, let alone the fact that if there is any sort iv a misfortune at all at all, going round, meself is always psure to fall into it I Sure and wasn't I shipwrecked, and left for dead on a baste iv all island? And didn't I meet with thim haythen iv pirates, and get into a say fight? And don't it follow in coorse that whin I took to the suttling line iv business I should'fall among thaives? Sure it's me luck!-Tom! bad manners to ye! why'don't ye come and spake to the gentleman?!" inquired Judith, suddenly breaking off from her discourse, and ad- dressing her husband. McAlpine, nodding acld- growling something in reply, made a step forward to comply with this suggestion. But the guard who had permitted the woman to talk to the new prisoner, would on no account allow the man to do so, and Judith's gay Tom had to keep his place. CH PTER, XV1lI MONCK. 'The fellow was a sordid soul Such as does murder for a meed; Who; but of fear, knows no control, Because his consciehce, seared and foul, /Peels not, the import of his deed.; One whose brute feeling ne'er aspires Beyond his own more bruie desires. Such tools the Tempter ever needs To do the savagest of deeds, For Gtem no vision'd terrors daunt, Their nights no fancied spectres haunt.--SooTT. AT this moment Captain Bannister came out of Monck's room, and addressing his prisoner, said: 't Major Monck. is not prepared to see you this evening. You will be in my. charge for the night, and I will-try to make your captivity as agreeable as may be consistent with my-duty and your safety." MONCK. 2; Justin bowed in acknowledgment of this courtesy, but made no other answer. The captain then dismissed the guard from his own three prisoners, and requested the latter to follow him. He opened a door on the right hand of the hall, and im- mediately opposite Monck's door, and led them into a large, square room, with a low ceiling and bare walls, windows and floor. It was poorly furnished with a camp bedstead, a pine table, and' half a dozen three-legged stools, all of which seemed to be the workmanship of an amateur carpenter, and with an old mahogany beaufet, a worm-eaten walnut wash-stand and a dilapidated arm-chair that appeared to be a part of the original furniture of the farmhbuse, left behind by the owners as too worthless to carry away. o The huge fireplace contained nothing but charcoal and ashes.; the fire had gone out hours before. :- "Bring some kindling wood here quickly, Ellis, and if there is none handy, take one of the back shutters off the hinges, and split it up. We must have a fire here directly. This place is as damp and musty as a vault. And here! Tell Thomas we want supper immediately," were the orders issued by Captain Bannister to his orderly, as they all en- tered the dreary room. "Sit down, Colonel Rosenthal," he continued, pushing a dilapidated arm-chair towards his prisoner guest. "And boys, you needn't stand on -my account. Find stools and seat yourselves," he added, addressing Wing and Hay. He himself stood with his back leaning against the fire- less chimney. Very soon the man called Ellis entered with his arms full of kindling wood, that seemed to be the fragments of a broken up green door or shutter. A fire was soon lighted, and its dheerfti blaze illumined the whole room. " page: 226-227[View Page 226-227] 22b HOW HE WON HER* {{Now supper as soon as possible, Ellis," said the captain, as he stood and spread his hands before the flame. "Thomas is getting it ready as fast as he can, sir," answered the man. ' What have you got to give us?" Chickens and ducks, sir; brought away from a Union hen-house by Atkins and some of our boys to-day, and ham, and tea, and coffee, and sugar, got along with the sutler's stores," said the man, with a low, half uttered chuckle. "Come, we shall fare sumptuously!" laughed Bannister. "But here, Ellis, this light wood will soon burn out. Bring in one or two heavy green logs, and throw them on to keep the fire," he added. The man left the room to obey, and presently returned with the logs, which he threw upon the fire. He was- soon followed by another man with a dish of fried chickens in one bandand a plate of broiled ham in the other, both of which he set upon the table. "We have to dispense with table-cloths in camp, Colo- nel," said Bannister, laughing, as he stood and arranged the two dishes to his liking. Meantime the cook made several journeys to and from the room, during which he placed upon the table bread, biscuits, butter, tea, coffee, sugar, condensed milk, cheese, and, last and best of all-SALT. - Heaven! how thankful to fate I am for that sutler's wagon, even if it had furnished us with nothing but salt! Do you know, Colonel, that one of the greatest privations of our lives is the lack of that oncebcheap and common nec- essary of life, table salt! - The river supplies us with fish, the fore'sts with game, the farms with meat, poultry, eggs, vegetables, and breadstuffs; but where-oh! where are we to obtain a continuous supply of salt? One of our boys, a prisoner in the old Capitol at Washington, was permitted to write home to his friends. He wrote: 'Everything is MO C R . 227 d d here except in one respect: we have salt in our soup!' That letter was suppressed when it reached our camp. That one line would have formed -much too great a temptation for our men to permit themselves to be taken prisoners, so that they might get salt to their soup! But come, Colonel, while I talk the coffee is cooling. Sit up, sit up, and try to make the best of matters by making a good meal," said Captain Bannister; and with this " grace before meat," he seated himself at the table and began-to help his prisoner guest. Justin, notwithstanding his misfortunes, really did make a good meal, though not a very merry one; for he was hun- gry, he was also tired, and likewise a little sulky, as indeed what prisoner would not be? When the two officers had supped and were satisfied, the two boys, Wing and Hay, were supplied with supper. After which the camp service was cleared away by Ellis and Thomas. "I can offer you half my hard bed, Colonel; but the boys will have to take each a blanket and content them- selves with the bare floor," said Captain Bannister. Again Justin bowed in silence. He could feed, because feeding is one of the absolute necessities of life; but he could not converse complacently with his captor. The programme pointed out-by Bannister was followed. Justin Rosenthal laid down to take his night's rest beside his guerrilla captor. Hay wrapped himself in the blanket' that was given him and stretched his chilled and tired frame upon the hearth before the fire. But Wing went prowling. about the room until he found. - a large closet; and then he asked permission to- sleep within it. And as the closet communicated only with the room, and had no outlet by which the prisoner could escape, this permission was readily granted. page: 228-229[View Page 228-229] 228 HOW HE WON H ER. Only Hay was dissatisfied. "It's just like that sulky, unsocial fellow, Wing-always poking himself off "by himself; and yes, by- ganny! always finding a place to poke himself into besides," growled the boy, as he settled himself to rest. Fatigue is such a solicitor of sleep, that with a clear con- science and a sound constitution a tired man must sleep under the most inauspicious circumstances. So Justin Rosenthal, despite his captivity, fell into a deep and dreamless slumber that lasted until morning, when the beating of the reveille in the guerrilla camp aroused him. But even then, on first waking, he thought it was the reveilld of his own camp. And it was not until he saw his bedfellow rising that he recollected his circumstances. "I hope you have slept well, Colonel," exclaimed his captor, who was then standing by the bed, drawing on his trowsers. "Thank you, yes," rather surlily answered Justin. And there the brief conversation ended. As for young Hay, he slept so soundly that it required several sharp salutes from the boots of Bannister before he could be brought to consciousness. J "Come, you little Yankee whelp! up with you there! Is that the way you Union fellows sleep in camp when the reveilld is rolling in your ears? Because if it is, I don't wonder we whip you wherever we meet you. U -p I say!" exclaimed Bannister, with a vigorous blow from his boots. "Aw-w-w! Yes," yawned poor Hay, but half awake, and dreaming that he was surprised by the enemy in his own camp. "Aw-w-w! yes. Any of the Rebs round? "'Any of the Rebs roundy,'you little reptile? Well, yes, :I reckon the Rebs are round-slightuously!" laughed the captain. Hay got up, stretched himself, stared about, saw his col- onel, and then recollected everything. M ONCK. 229' But it was not until the two officers were quite dressed that Wing came out of the closet where he had passed the night. Soon afterwards Captain Bannister's two men came in and arranged the room, kindled- the fire, and set the table for breakfast, and placed upon it strong coffee, sugar, milk and cream; and good bread, butter, ham and fish. After breakfast Captain Bannister went to Monck for instructions, and after an absence of half an hour returned' to his prisoners, and addressing Colonel Rosenthal, said: "Major Monck is not well this morning, and will not be able to see you for some hours. But he has authorized me to take your parole, and give you the freedom of the camp." Since there was no good alternative Justin gave his parole. 'Now go where you please within the limits of this camp, Colonel, and return when you like to- this room, which will be your quarters. But report to me, if you please, at sharp noon," said Captain Bannister. Justin bowed acquiescence; but his.,heart was too full of chagrin and mortification to permit him to speak. The privilege granted to Colonel Rosenthal was also extended to his orderlies, who gladly availed themselves of it by getting permission of their colonel to leave the room, and leaving it immediately. I' Colonel Rosenthal also strolled out into the air. The morning was clear and frosty; and the scenery around the old farm-house was very fine. Nearest the hlouse there was an old garden, in which a few late roses still bloomed, and a few fall vegetables grew. Farther on there were apple and peach orchards, but the trees were stripped of their fruit. Beyond these were old fields, studded here and there with monstrous forest trees. Around the whole was a circle of thick woods. And behind them arose the wall of mountains. page: 230-231[View Page 230-231] 230E HOW HE WON -HER. When Justih Rosenthal went out upon the camp ground, in front of the house, he found the drums beating and the men mustering for the company drill. He saw Hay standing gazing upon the scene. His other orderly was nowhere to be seen. "Where is Wing? - inquired Justin. "I don't know, sir; he walked away by himself. He never stops with me, or any of the boys, when he can help it," answered Hay, touching his cap. Colonel Rosenthal nodded, and strolled on, followed by Hay. "So it appears that the great Major Monck cannot receive us this morning," said Colonel Rosenthal, speaking more to himself than to his orderly. "No, sir! May I tell you why, sir?" briskly asked Hay. "Why, they say that he is indisposed." "He is getting over a glorious old drunk, sir! I "Hay!" "Yes, he is, sir! The men are all saying it I I heard them muttering about it. They whisper that the 'intoxi- fied brute '-that's what they called him--fuddled himself last night with the- sutler's brandy, and couldn't lift his head from his pillow this morning, if it had been to save the camp." "The men speak so of their leader, Hay?" "Yes, sir! in whisperings and mutterings! But you know how sharp my ears are, sir! and I used them and heard enough to feel sure that the greati lonck's band are what they call disinfected." ' Disaffectedj you mean, my boy." "Well, sir, disaffected, if that means that they have taken a misliking to -their commander." f It means something of the sort, if it is true, Hay," said his colonel., The strolled on' and passed through a broken gae * ino They strolled on, and passed through a broken gate into the old garden, where they came upon Wing, standing among the bushes, and gazing in a meditative manner upon a bunch of pale, autumn roses he had just gathered. "A penny for your thoughts, my boy," said Colonel Ros- enthal, kindly. "They are not worthi the penny, sir. I was only think- ing of these pale roses trying to bloom in the frosty air; how like they are to human hopes trying still to keep alive in the midst of cold and killing disappointment and des- pair." "The roses will bloom again in spring, and hope revive again in heaven, Wing," said Colonel Rosenthal, laying his hand kindly on the boy's head. After that the three strolled on together for a while and then separated, each going his own way. At noon Colonel Rosenthal, according -to his promise, re- turned to the house, to report himself. He went straight to his quarters, where he found Wing and Hay also wait- ing; and where they were soon after joined by. Captain Bannister. "All right," answered the latter, when his. prisoners had formally reported. "And now, Colonel Rosenthal," he added, Major Moncl is prepared to receive you, and I am ready to escort you to his presence." Justin bowed and followed Bannister, who led the way out of the room, across the hall, and through the opposite door, that admitted them into the apartment occupied by Monck. It was a chamber exactly similar in size and appearance to the one they had just left. But it was furnished rudely as an office or sitting-room, with rough-hewn tables, chairs, stands and shelves. The floor, walls and windows were bare, but there was a fine fire of pine -wood blazing in the ", page: 232-233[View Page 232-233] chimney, and diffusing an air Of cheerfulness even over this dreary scene. Four or five soldiers lounged about the room, standing before the fire or gazing out of the windows. A large, square deal table stood in the middle of the floor. Seated at it, and gazing at a map spread out before him, was the guerrilla Monck. This notorious leader, hated even by his own men, needs here a particular description.- In the first place, lie did not look the least like the popular idea of a guerrilla, or even of a soldier. He looked far more like a rogue and a hypocrite. He was a very large, fat, fair man, with a round head, covered with short cropped flaxen hair, a big white face, pale grey eyes, and full, sensual lips. He was dressed i-n a loose fitting suit of Confederate gray. And his broad- brimmed, soft felt hat lay on tihe table before him. If he had been really intoxicated the night before, there was little in his lymphatic appearance to betray the fact now. All these circumstances Colonel Rosenthal had time to observe while waiting for the great leader to look up from his map, and deign to notice his visitors. CHAPTER XIX. A COLD-BLOODED SENTENCE. 'Tis now past midnight, and by eight to-morrow Thou must be made immortal. If I must die, I will encounter darkness as ,a bride, And hug it to my breast.--SHAKSPEARE. AT length Monck looked up from his map, but he turned his heavy white face towards Colonel Rosenthal and stared with his big blue eyes straight through that gentleman's head as if it had not stood in his line of vision. Monck was evidently in a maze, being still bewildered with his geo- graphical puzzles With a courteous bow and wave of his hand towards his companions, Captain Bannister motioned him up to the guerrilla chief and presented him. "Colonel Rosenthal, of the -- Cavalry. Major Monck." a Colonel Rosenthal, I am very glad to see you-very glad indeed! I can say these words with more truth than they are usually said. Indeed I was so desirous of enter- taining you, that hearing you were on your way to W., at- tended by a single orderly, I sent out a special detachment of my best men to meet and escort you here. Again I say Im delighted to make your acquaintance. How are you, sir?" said Monck, with a sort of cold jocularity, extending his fat hand to his prisoner. But Colonel Rosenthal ignored the hand and retreating a step, bowed coldly. "Take, a seat, sir-take a seat. Make yourself at home. We hope to enjoy the pleasure of your company for a good long while. We shall hold you in a sort of honorable cap- tivity, as a hostage for the safety of some of our poor fel- lows now pining in the clock-peddlers' prisons. Sit down, sir. Pray sit down. But let us find a chair first. Here! you! Hoskins! bring a chair this way for the gentleman. I hope we shall spend a pleasant,:season. together, Colonel Rosenthal." One of the men brought forward a rude wooden chair, probably of camp manufacture, and Justin threw himself into it. - Monck squared himself for a talk. Placing his big hands upon his fat knees, and -taring blankly straight-before him, as seemed his senseless habit, he began by-saying: "I hope, sir, you found your quarters agreeable." "I believe, sir, Captain Bannister did his best to make them so," answered'Justin, coldly. page: 234-235[View Page 234-235] 234 HOW HE WON HER. "That was right. By the way, Captain Bannister, you can retire," said Monck, turnilyg towards his officer, who, immediately left the room. "And your rations, isir? Hiow were they? inquired Monck, squaring towards his prisoner again. "I found no fault with them." "That is well. ZNor, to tell the honest truth, do I think that you had any reason to do so. We have a plenty of provender just now. The capture of that sutler's wagon was a great stroke of good fortune. It came in the nick of time, when we were expecting distinguished company, you see--ho! ho! ho! Well, I am glad you find yourself so comfortable, Colonel." Again Justin bowed gravely. "So Grant is to have the command of the Army of the Potomac! v Vsaid Monck, suddenly. "I have heard nothing to that effect, Major Monck," replied Justin, coldly. ' That's strange! And we knew all about it." Justin made no reply. "And General W. is in the Valley .again'?" said the guerilla, interrogatively. "Major Monck, you must be aware that I cannot con- verse with you upon military affairs," said Justin. "Humph! not even upon subjects the details of which are as familiar to us as they are to your cabinet at Wash- ington, or to your general officers in council! Bless you, man, we have our friends in your cabinet, in your Congress, in your councils-and even in your very detective police force! Ha, ha, ha! hoe, ho, ho e! Why, man, we know thle contents of the sealed orders with which,your ships-of-war sail, long before the commbanders who hold them have broken them open! We knew where Banks was going, though all the loyal people of the: United States, and all the naval and military officers, were in a frenzy of curiosity and wonder as to the meaning of the expedition!" A COL D- BLO ODED SENT ENCE. 235 "I know nothing of your means of-information, Major Monck r: but I do know that I cannot converse with you on the subject." "Quite right! I beg your pardon! Let us talk of something else. My poor fellows up there in your Old Capitol Prison at Washington! How do you treat them? give them enough to eat and drink?" "Assuredly we do, sir. However little I may know, by experience, of our military prison discipline, I am quite cer- tain that our prisoners are well fed, well clothed, and well sheltered," said Justin, gravely. "That is as it should be, especially as to the feeding. I shouldn't mind so much your hanging one of our men now and then when you can find hanging matter against him; because hanging is short work, and soon over; and I do the like myself occasionally'; but I do abhor the idea of your starving the poor fellows! Being a good feeder myself, I feel pity for a famishing man. And so long as I have food for myself and men I divide it fairly with my prisoners. I never, under any circumstances, stint my prisoner; though sometimes, in the way of retaliation for some poor devil of a bushwhacker that you have strung up to a roadside tree, and to give my boys something to look at, and keep them in a good humor, I have to hang a Yankee!-Colonel, you smoke? Try one of'those cigars ;you will find them excel- lent. Yonder Scotch sutler is a good judge of tobacco and whiskey. I never met with better Habanas or better old Mononghahela than what we took from his wagon. Again I say it was a capital stroke of good fortune, the falling upon that sutler. Try one of these cigars, Colonel." "Thanks-no. -I seldom smoke lit the morning," answered Justin, coldly. ' Here, Pearson, bring that parcel of newspapers that we took from the sutler's wagon," called Monck. A soldier advanced from a remote part of the -room, page: 236-237[View Page 236-237] 236 HOWt HE WON HER, bringing in his arms a large bundle of papers, which he laid upon the table. "Colonel Rosenthal, here are Boston, New York, Phila- delphia, Baltimore- and Washington papers. None of them are over two days old, and therefore as likely to'be new to you as they were to me. Pray take them, and amuse your- self while I try to study out this cursed course on the map. You will remain here and dine with me to-day. And you will make yourself at home in the house, and within the limits of the camp consider yourself at liberty." Justin bowed, took up the parcel of papers, and with- drew to an unoccupied window seat to look over them. And Monck resumed the study of his map, probably trying to make out the shortest and safest route to the rendezvous at the Black Bear's Pass. So several hours went by quietly enough. Monck remained seated at the table, tracing lines on his map and making memoranda on his paper, or receiving reports and giving instructions to the officers and men who were continually coming and going. Colonel Rosenthal remained in the window-seat, occupied with his newspapers. At length, about four o'clock in the afternoon, Monck im- patiently arose from the table, and sweeping his maps and papers into a heap, exclaimed: -"Put all these things out of my sight. The more I puzzle myself over them, the more I addle my brains. And tell them to serve dinner immediately. I want it." Two of the men came forward and cleared the table, sweeping the things that were on top of it into a drawer below it. And then they went out to attend to the dinner. Monck stretched his huge limbs, yawned like a clap of thunder, and began to walk heavily up and down the old floor, shaking the ricketty house as with the tread of an elephant. ' Meanwhile his attendant soldiers came in and arranged A COLD-BLOODED SENTENCE. 237 the table for dinner, by spreading over it a white cloth, and placing upon it a miscellaneous assortment of cracked crockery ware and nicked cutlery. Then they brought in the dishes-a boiled ham, a roast turkey, and vegetables, which, with a bottle of pale brandy and another of old rye whiskey, they sat upon the dinner table, after which they arranged a second course of pastries and jellies, and a dessert of fruits, nuts, and light wines on a side table. "Heaven bless -the Scotch sutler!" exclaimed Monck, as he saw all these luxuries. "Come, Colonel, draw up to the table and help me to enjoy the good victuals set before us. Forget that we are foes, and let us be good fellows for once! What is that the Russian poet says? When at the board let hate forget The bitterest words of yesterday, For where the bread and salt have met All thoughts of hate should pass away.' Come! do not let us be worse Christians than the Cossack! Sit up, sit up!!" said Monck, placing a chair for himself and one for Colonel Rosenthal at the table. Thus pressed, Justin laid aside his newspapers and came and seated himself at the board. An orderly waited on the two 'flicers. Monck carved the turkey, kpd requested. Colonel Rosenthal to cut the ham. The orderly handed the plates, and the dinner com- menced. Monck, the guerrilla, is said never to have appeared to greater advantage than when seated at the head of' his own table. He was really, as he had proclaimed himself to be, a good feeder. He was also a good drinker, and he enjoyed eating and drinking excessively, especially in- the company of an agreeable companion, such as he was disposed to con- sider iis prisoner. page: 238-239[View Page 238-239] 2.38 HOW HE WON HER. Monck was obstinate and stolid, and disposed to enjoy himself; so he either would not, or could not, perceive that Colonel Rosenthal shared his society under protest, or had done so, rather; for now the Russian's rhyme was running in Justin's head, and somewhat modifying his feelings: "Where the bread and salt are met All thoughts of hate should pass away." The dinner was very protracted. The major, and of course his prisoner guest, lingered long over the first course, longer still over the second, and longest over the third;- so that it was after six o'clock, and growing dark, when Monck called out to-his attendants: "Clear the table now; and bring us lights, and more brandy, and pipes, and tobacco. We'll make a night of it!-- And here! throw some more logs on to the fire. Let us have a roaring blaze!" Monck's orders were promptly obeyed. The table was cleared of the debris of the dessert, and pipes, tobacco, cigars, brandy and whiskey set upon it; and two candles stuck into blacksbottles, were placed beside them. Lastly, four or five huge pine logs were thrown upon the fire, which now burst into a broad flame, illumining the whole room with a cheerful light. Colonel Rosenthal, seeing these preparations for "making a night of it," arose from his chair to leave the table. But Monck, with friendly earnestness, laid his sledge- hammer hand upon the prisoner guest's shoulder and forced lim back into his seat, saying cordially: "No, no, no! Don't often get a boon companion, and can' let you go! You needn't drink, since you don't like it! but you have no German blood in you, :as your name would in- dicate, if you don't like a good smoke! Sit down and try some of these cigars." Thus pressed, Colonel Rosenthal resumed his seat. A COLD-BLOODED SENTENCE. , 239 An hour went by, during which the blazing wood-fire roared and crackled in the chimney, lighting up the whole room in which Monck and his prisoner sat at table- Monck smoking and drinking, his prisoner smoking and thinking. Occasionally, as through the day officers, and men came to make reports and receive instructions and went away to execute orders. These were the only interruptions, and they were very brief ones. And at length these also ceased. The tattoo was beat, the guards set, and the camp subsided to repose, and the guerrilla chief and his guest were left in peace. But not for any long time. Another hour was passing slowly by, when the stillness was broken by an unusual noise without. Moick took the pipe from his mouth, and turned his head to listen. A The noise increased and became uproarious. A great clat- ter of horses' hoofs, as from a large body of cavalry dashing into the camp, mingled with loud cries, oaths and curses, and a confusion of strange sounds, filled the air, and nearly deafened and bewildered those who tried to listen and under- stand. "I'm blasted if I don't think4he Yankees have surprised the camp!" exclaimed Monck, starting to his feet to run out. At 'the door he paused and turned suddenly to Justin, and saying: . "Remember your parole and stay where you are.' An then he rushed through the door, banging it after him. Left to himself, Justin listened anxiously to the sounds without. Had the Union cavalry gained clue to Monck's retreat and surprised his' camp? De earnestly hoped that it might be so, and he clos his eyes -and strained his ears to hear. And the nois continued in all its chaos page: 240-241[View Page 240-241] 240 , HOW HE WON HER, and sounds, but it told him nothing definitely. And no one camoe into the room of whom he might make inquiries, for in the excitement of the hour every man was on the scene of action outside. And he himself was bound by his parole to remain where he was. As he listened in keen anxiety and heavy suspense, he thought that the noise without was certainly not that of an engagement. There was no firing of shots, no ringing of steel, no sound of battle whatever. Only the prancing of horses and the yelling of men. Certainly if the confusion was caused by the onslaught of the Union cavalry, the guerrillas must have yielded without a blow. And that was scarcely a supposable case either with men of their fierce nature and reckless courage. Still as he listened the noise began to subside; then horses ceased to prance, the men to yell. And then it occurred to Justin that all this excitement might have been kindled by the return of Monck's own foragers from their late raid. Nothing more likely, he decided. At length, when perhaps half an hour had passed, and quiet seemed to:have been restored without, Major Monck re-entered the room, and resumed his seat at the table. "May one inquire what all the noise was about?" ques- tioned Justin. "Oh, nothing in particular-nothing unusual-fortune of war," answered Monck, evasively. Then raising his voice, he bawled out, "Here, Hoskins, bring two fresh candles. These are burning so low that they are about to slip down into the bottles., The man called Hoskins came in, bringing the. required articles, and with the increase of light, Justin saw that a great. change had passed over his host. The face of the guerrilla chief, always white and heavy, was now stern and set with some grim purpose. "'Throw more logs on the fire, Hoskins. It is neatly A COLD-BLOODED SENTENCE,. 241 out," he said, as he drummed thoughtfully on the table with his fat fingers. Hoskins obeyed the order given him, and once more the fire blazed up. "Now bring more brandy. Some of that Dry London Dock and Otard, mind you; and more cigars, some of the best," he added. The man sat two bottles and one parcel on the table, and then waited farther directions. "You may go, now," said Monck. And Hoskins left the room. Justin looked at his host and wondered what, had hap- pened, and surmised that the foraging party must have come to bitter grief, so to have changed the aspect of this unimpressible man. "I am sure that something unpleasant has occurred to you, Major," said Justin. "Oh, no, no-nothing at all but what we are used to," replied Monck, who was -in the act of drawing the cork from one of the brandy bottles. When he had done so, he poured out a large glass of brandy and pushed it towards his guest, and said: "You have drank nothing, neither wine nor liquor, to- day. Oblige me by-trying this fine old Otard." "Thanks, no. I would rather not," answered Justin. "Are you a member of the Total Abstinence Society, then?" "Oh, no! I take a little brandy now and then, when I really need it," replied Justin. "You need it now, or you will need it before many minutes are over your head. I beg that you will drink," insisted Monck without a smile on his face. "Oh, well, if you make so strong a point of it. I am under no pledge," replied Justin, laughing again as he raised the glass to his lips. 159 page: 242-243[View Page 242-243] 242 uHow HE WON ER. WThat is right. It will brace you up," said Monck. And with that he filled a large tumbler with brandy for himself and tossed it off, and then another and another, until the bottle was empty. The quantity of brandy that would have intoxicated almost any other man only steadied him. To use a common phrase, he was himself again--the same cold, cruel, sensual monster, who could order a poor wretch hung up by the neck to a tree before his tent; and have the door left open, so that while eating his breakfast he might enjoy the dying agonies of the fictim. In a word, he was the same man that he was reported, but that Justin had never really be- lieved him to be. "Take a cigar, Colonel.' I see that Hoskins has brought us a really good lot. Bless that Scotch sutler! Try this one. The sedative effects of good tobacco upon a man' s nerves is really incomparable," said Monck, handing what lie considered a choice cigar to Colonel Rosenthal, and then selecting and lighting one for himself. They puffed away in silence for awhile, and then Monck removing his "weed" to knock the ashes off, looked in- tently upon the face of his companion and inquired': "How do you feel, Colonel Rosenthal?" "Quite well, thank you," answered Justin, raising his eyebrows in surprise. ' That's right! Pretty strongly braced up, eh? , at Qxite so!" Glad to know it. Able to bear a pretty severe shock?" "I do not know. What do you mean?" exclaimed Justin, uneasily. "Because I shall have to give you a devil of a shock presently," "In the name of Heaven what has happened? Have you any ill news of my friends?" anxiously inquired Colonel Rosenthal. A COLD-BLOODtED SENTENCE. 243 "No," said Monck, coolly replacing the cigar in his mouth and drawing the end of it into a bright coal. "No; no ill news of your friends! ill news for your friends, how- ever?" "What do you mean, Major Monck?" "Colonel Rosenthal, you are a brave man? ' said Monck, semi-interrogatively. "My friends think so." "And your foes know so." Justin bowed his head in acknowledgment of this com- pliment. "Well, Colonel Rosenthal, as a brave man, you have no fear of death," said Monck, coolly throwing away his stump of cigar and lighting another. "At least I have faced it often enough," replied Justin. "And faced it fearlessly, no doubt." "I trust so. But really I do not know to what this talk is tending." "No, you really do not seem to know. And that is the worst of it. This breaking of bad news is a very difficult matter, especially when the hearer does not help the speaker by jumping half way to the conclusion. But to return to our mutton-our dead mutton! So you have faced death, and faced it fearlessly; death fa the field, and death in the hospital; death sharp and sudde as a sabre stroke, and death slow and painful as the gnawing of the worm that never dies!" "I have looke d upon death in all these aspects," answered Colonel Rosenthal, gravely. "And he has no terrors for you- "' For come he slow or come he fast, He is but death that comes at last, I suppose you think, eh, Colonel Rosenthal?" "I have said so. :But I wou-d be glad to know why you press these questions upon me." page: 244-245[View Page 244-245] 244. HOW HE WON HER. "Now, do you see, I don't think you would be glad to know? 'Ignorance is bliss/ my dear -fellow, most especi- ally in your case. Take some more brandy." "No, thanks; no more for me. Tell me to what all this talk tends, Major Monck.' "Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, till you approve the deed, I might say, only 1I can't, because, you see, the 'deed' can't be done without your knowledge, and, when it is:- done, you will be very far past ' approving ' it! -Really, this Old London Dock is very much finer than the Otard. Let me persuade you to try it." "No! Tell me what you mean by this strange dis- course." "Well, if you insist upon it, I will. Besides, it is really time to tell you. But light your cigar first. We can smoke while we talk. Well, then, I mean that I shall have to hang you in about an hour from this." CHAP'I PTE -XX. THE WHSPER. He speaketh low, he speaketh calm, "Ride fast, my master, ride, Or e'er within the broadening dark The narrow shadows hide, Ere night I shall be near to' thee- Now ride, my master, ride- Ere night, us parted spirits cleave To mortals too beloved to leave, I shall be by thy side I "-E. 13. BRowNIG. "YES, Colonel Rosenthal, I shall have to hang you in about an hour from this." Having pronounced this dreadful sentence in the coolest manner, Monck tossed off his tumbler of brandy, and then looked up to see what effect the words had had upon his in- tended victim. THE WHSPER. 245 Colonel Rosenthal's countenance was not changed in the slightest degree. He was still sitting Back in his chair, contemplating Monck with that expression of mingled curi- osity and perplexity with which he had hitherto listened to the guerrilla chieftain's strange discourse. It was now Monck's turn to stare with astonishment at his prisoner. "Well, I'm dashed! if ever I saw a fellow receive a sen- tence of death so coolly in all my life! Thunder, man, did you hear what I said to you? I have just told you that I shall have to hang you in about an hour!" exclaimed the chieftain. "I heard you, Major Monck," coldly and haughtily replied the captive. "You did, eh? Well, upon my word, you take things coolly for a young one. What do you think of it? What have you got to say?" "Certainly I cannot think you speak seriously, Major Monck, and I must say that your jest is a very coarse .and brutal one, not even to be excused upon the plea of intoxica- tion," said Colonel Rosenthal, in strong disgust. "I'm blasted if I ever was more serious or more sober in my life! It's a very serious and sober business, let me tell you, and a blamed disagreeable one into the bargain espec- ially at night, when the rites, have to be solemnized by torchght. We might wait until the moon rises, only we shall be obliged to get away from here under cover of the darkness, and we must execute you before we move. A devil of a bore! I had no idea, when I invited you to dine with me, that I should have to finish up the evening's entertainment by hanging you. But you see how it is. Fortune of war. Fortune of war." "Major Monck, I must request you, if you please, to desist from this brutal style of jesting, which is certainly as degrading to you as it is insulting to me," said Colonel Rosenthal with calm dignity. page: 246-247[View Page 246-247] 246 HOW HE WON H E R. "Jesting, jesting,? say you! Dashed if I ever felt less like jesting in my life! blazes, man, don't you see that I'm in blood earnest? But come, light another cigar. Here's a good .one; try it--do.: We have plenty of time; let's see," said Monck, pushing a fine cigar towards his prisoner, and taling oiut his watch to consult it---"Oh, yes, plenty of time to smoke another cigar apiece. Let us make ourselves comfortable. It is now only five: minutes past eight, and we needn't hang- you until nine; that will give us all hour to finish up your job neatly, and then get away under cover of the darkness, before the moon rises at ten. Come, light your weed, and let's enjoy each other's company while we can." "Major Monck, if you will persist in this offensive style of joke, I, as a prisoner, have no power to prevent you. So pray proceed until you become tired. And don't on any account cease for my-sake, as I Shall not give myself the trouble to listen t you," said Justin, drawing a paper from his pocket and beginning to read. "Joke! heaven and earth, man! can't you see that this is no joke! Here you are within--"Monck again referred to his watch and then continued-" within .fifty minutes of your execution, and you persist in calling it a joke!" Justin Rosenthal was assuredly a brave man. 'He had frequently faced death fearlessly even in its most fearful forms. But now, as a conviction of Monck's real meaning forced itself upon his soul, he shuddered in spite of himself and grew a shade paler. "Major Monck," he said, gravely, "you will not dare to carry out your design! You will not dare to commit this cold-blooded murder! ' "I should like to know what it is that I would not dare to do! But this is no cold-blooded murder, Colonel Rosen- thal. For reasons that appear good to me I condemn a prisoner to death and order his execution. A dashed disa- THE WHSPER. 247 greeable duty, as I said before-especially when it has to be done upon a man one has been dining with. I had no thought of winding up our social evening in this way. But you heard the row outside?" "I heard it," curtly replied Justin. "Well, it was about you." "Me!" "Yes. You see a party of my poor fellows went out yesterday to intercept some Yankee commissary stores that were on their way across the valley. But my poor boys were themselves intercepted by a squadron of Yankee cav- alry that came from W. to look after them. There was an engagement, and my men were routed with considerable loss. Some were taken prisoners; and some were hung up to the roadside trees to dry in the sun. Those. who escaped by flight rushed into the camp in great haste and disorder this evening." - "Thank Heaven!" exclaimed Justin. "Exactly; but you see this thing works two ways. For instance, when they learned we had a Yankee colonel here as a prisoner--you heard the row they raised?-they called for your life in retaliation of their murdered comrades. I could not in common justice refuse them so reasonable a- request. And so, Colonel Rosenthal," said Monck, once more coolly consulting his watch, "as it is now half-past eight o'clock, you have /'just thirty minutes to live.' "Oh, Heaven!" groaned Justin, droplping his head upon his hands and thinking of his young sister in her desolate orphanage, and of another still dearer than that sister, and realizing how the news of his dreadful doom would -break those loving hearts. rCome, come, man alive!" exclaimed Monck, heartily, ," don't be cast down because you are going to be strung up I Fortune of war, you know; and it may be my fate to-morrow if I fall into the hands of the clock peddlers I Come, drink- page: 248-249[View Page 248-249] 24-8 H (O HE WON HER. your brandy-it will set you up. And here ' take something substantial with it," he added, rising from his place and going to the side-table to bring a plate of biscuits. At that moment Justin felt a light hand laid upon his head. He looked up and saw Wing standing beside him. The boy was deadly pale, but perfectly calm. "Listen, my Colonel,"' he whispered: u"there is one chance left to you for life. You know that we have heard of Monck,--.how heo " The remainder of the sentence was breathed into the ear of Justin Rosenthal, whose countenance immediately cleared up. "You have saved me again, Wing! But you-you, my boy?" he exclaimed, in a low tone.' "Oh, leave me to myself and to Godc! I shall be safe- I am always safe I Oh, believe it! believe it when I swear it to you. Hush! that monster is coming back!' said Wing, retreating to the door. In fact, at that moment Monck did return, bringing in one hand a plate of biscuits, and in the other a plate of cheese, which he/set before his prisoner, saying: "Come! ' let us eat, drink, and be merry, for to-morrow we die ;' or, rather, to-night, at least, you do!" "All: right!" exclaimed Justin, laughing. "A soldier must be ready to meet death at any moment and in any manner. Your health, Major Monek!" he added, pouring a little brandy into his glass. "That's your sort! That's the way I like to see a man --meet the King of Terrors! Come-I will pledge you in this glass, and then I suppose we must go out and begin the ceremonies. Thunder! how time flies! -It is actually a quarter to nine. We must make haste," said Monck, filling his glass and, approaching to touch the glass that Justin held towards him. As the glasses clinked, the eyes of the two men met, and THE WHSPEr . 249 Justin, with a peculiar gesture, too slight to be noticed by an ordinary observer, raised his to his lips, and then set it down. The' glass of Monck nearly fell from his hand. He stared steadily at his prisoner for a full minute and then demanded: "What was that for? Was that an accident or not?" ," What, an accident?" inquired Justin, innocently. "That-that/ Are -you-But nonsense! I suppose it was an accident. Come, Colonel Rosenthal! ten minutes to nine, and we have got to go out. Come-! it will be all over in a, few minutes. What I do is not done in malice, and I hope you will bear no malice towards me," said Monck, rising from the table. "None whatever. In pledge of which, before we leave the board, let us shake hands," said Justin, rising, and offering his hand to the guerrilla. "Quite right!" exclaimed Monck, heartily, clapping his fat hand into the extended palm of Justin, who gave it a peculiar grip and shake. Suddenly Monck sank down into his seat as if he had been shot. "Then it wasn't an accident!" he exclaimed, staring at his intended victim. "' No." "And you are-" a Yes." "Then I'm dashed if I can hang you I! And a devil of a dilemma it places me in!" muttered the guerrilla chieftain, placing his great hands upon his knees, and dropping his head upon his breast in deep thought. Justin resumed his seat, and sat as calmly as if he had been at his own table, for he felt that he was-now as safe as if he had -been in his own camp. "And time is flying! And presently some of the men page: 250-251[View Page 250-251] OZIDV It1 V W UJ WU I .^LR . who were charged with the preparations for the execution will be at the door, to tell me that all is ready, and to ask for the prisoner! And in their present state of excitement, the rascals-the mutinous rascals-would take. you out and hang you whether I like it or don't like it; a devil of a dilemma! I had better get you off from here' as quietly as possible-eh, Colonel Rosenthal?" - "As you like. It is your affair," said Justin, coolly. Monck scratched his head, repeating at intervals: Cc A devil of a dilemma " Then he got up and went to the door and spoke to the sentinel on duty there, saying: "Rushey, pass the word for Captain Bannister to come here." Then he began-to walk uneasily up and down the floor. In a very few minutes Captain Bannister came in, wear- ing a grave and anxious expression of countenance. Monck met him near the door, drew his arm within his own, and walked him off towards one of windows; but not until Justin had heard Bannister say, in a low voice: 'Nothing has occurred since my connection with this band that has so seriously distressed me as the doom of this gentleman. Major Monck, if it bepossible, save him! His execution would cover us with obloquy." "That is just what I sent for you to consult about," an- swered Monck, as they both passed, arm in arm, out of Justin's hearing. They stood within the recess of the window, conversing in a low tone, for some ten or fifteen minutes, at the end of which Monck nodded his head and approached- the table. He took writing materials from the drawer, sat down and hastily scratched off a few lines on a slip of paper, which he handed to Captain Bannister, saying: "You will leave this room by the back door, which will take you into the back yard. Go then through the garden -j Js J D T A Aw - - & and orchard, and around by the old field, and so -make a circuit to the ferry. In that way you will escape showing your prisoner to the disaffected men who have come in from that luckless expedition. As for the other men, it does not matter, as they are not nearly so blood-thirsty The devil is in it that I should have to pass a prisoner out of camp in this surreptitious way. No matter. Wait until wejoin our forces with that of Goldsborough and the Free Sword, and we will see whether better discipline cannot be maintained among these wild colts." Captain Bannister received the written paper witl a bow and then turned towards Justin. "Colonel Rosenthal," said Monck, "I place you in the hands of Captain Bannister, who will see you safely beyond our lines." Justin bowed grimly, and then inquired: "My two orderlies?" Their lives will be afe. We don't hang children! We shall hold them prisoners until they are exchanged. And now, for Heaven's sake, be off with yourself, and leave me to settle with those howling firies outside." ' Thus urged, Justin followed Captain Bannister, who con- ducted him through the back door into a back yard, where they mounted two horses thatt -stood ready saddled and bridled; and thence they rode through the garden and the orchard, and round where the edge of the woods skirted tle old field, and by that covered patlh to the ferry, where they were challenged by the sentinel on duty. Bannister gave the countersign, and passed with his companion. , v The old ferryman came out of his house at the captain's summons, and got his boat ready. And in a' few minutes Justin was safely landed on the other side of the river. His guard, however, did not leave him until they had passed all the pickets, and reached the extreme outposts- of the guerrillas' encampment. page: 252-253[View Page 252-253] ,'252 HOW HE WON HER. Then Captain Bannister took from his pocket the paper that Monck had given him, and handed it to Justin, say- ing: "In case you should meet with any scouts of our band, you have only to show them this paper, and you will pass unmolested." Justin took the paper with a bow, and then thanked Captain Bannister for all his courtesy. "You will follow this path through the wood until you reach the turnpike road leading to W.-the same road upon which our men first surprised you," said Captain Ban- nister. "Thanks All right. I shall find the way," answered Justin. And the two men parted--Captain Bannister returning towards the camp and Colonel Rosenthal proceeding on his way. It was the same dark and narrow path, through the thick, impenetrable forest, that he had travelled as a prisoner on the night previous. And his progress was of course as slow and difficult now--as it had been then. His soul was troubled, too, for the boys he had left behind. He was somewhat comforted by the assurance of Monck that their lives should be safe, and he was cheered by the recollection of Wing's words; but still he was most anxious to get on to W., that he might at once see to the exchange of the prisoners. Two hours of slow riding brought him to the high road, upon which he emerged just as the moon was rising, and flooding all the valley with light. Here, where there was no obstruction, he put spurs to his horse, and flew along at a furious rate of speed for several miles, when suddenly his horse fell lame. He dismounted, and examined the creature's feet, hoping that he should find a pebble, or some transient irritation of THE WHSPER . 253 that sort. the removal of which should restore the horse to the free use of his limbs. But he found nothing, and was at length forced to give up the search in the belief that the cause of lameness was something more serious and perma- nent than he had supposed. Justin was as merciful as he was courageous. He did not mount again; but, taking the bridle in his hand, walked on, leading the steed after him. In this manner he had progressed slowly over another mile of the road, when he suddenly heard the clatter of horse's hoofs behind, and the next moment Wing rode up, and drew rein beside him. "Wing!" he joyfully exclaimed. "Yes, my Colonel, Wing. I am like the bad penny, alwayvs coming back to you," said the lad gayly, as he dis- mounted, and leading his horse, walked by his colonel's side. "Oh, my dear boy! I am so delighted to see you safe! But how does it happen that you are here?" "Iy Colonel, it is easily explained. - After I had given you that hint- -"Ah, yes-that hint, my boy! It saved my life. And that is the third time you have come between me and certain death, my child," said Justin, earnestly. "I was going to say that after I left the room, the guards, obeying orders that had been given them, no doubt, took me up into a back attic and locked meg in." "Humph!" {' It was a place of utter darkness, and at first I could not see my hand before me. But gradually as my eyes be- came accustomed to the scene, I made out the form of a dormer window. While Hwas straining my eyes towards that square of 'thinner darkness, for it was no more, I heard a scraping and scratching on the outside of the window." "Well?" "I went to see what it meant. I found that the noise page: 254-255[View Page 254-255] 254 HOW HE WON HER. proceeded from the branch of a tall elm tree that was blown by the wind across the window. Then a means of escape suggested itself to me. I tried the window and found that I could hoist it. Then I peered out and perceived that withl a little dexterity I might seize the branch of the elm and swing myself into the body of the tree, from whence I could easily get down to the ground." "A dangerous experiment." "But "I had no other alternative, than to try it. I turned back into the room' and felt my way along the wall until I came to the door. I felt up and down the door to find whether there was any fastening by which I could secure it on the inside. I found a strong iron bolt. And I immediately bolted it, so that, if any one should come, they should not at once discover my flight." "Your old precaution, Wing." "Yes, sir. Then I went to the window, got out upon the sill, seized the branches of the elm and swung myself into the body of the tree, from which I climbed down to the ground. The back part of the encampment is not strongly guardbd, you know. By creeping and crawling through the bushes and keeping in the deep shadows, I reached at last-a path skirting the wood. I came along under the shadow of the wood until I heard a horseman galloping towards- me. Then I took out the little revolver that I had carried safely in my bosom through all my ad- ventures, and I cocked it to have it in readiness.", Ah!" "The horseman came on, saw me and ordered me to halt. I replied with my revolver. And he dropped from his saddle. I went up and seized the horse by the bridle while I disengaged the foot of the rider from the stirrup. Then, ' still holding th e horse bythe bridle with one hand, I rifled the pockets of the rider with the other. I took from them nothing but a box of wax matches and -a written paper which I found contained the countersign. Then I mounted THE WHSPER. 255 the horse and rode down to the ferry, gave the countersign to the sleepy sentinel and to the tipsy ferryjman, and was put across the river without difficulty. I made the best of my way through the forest, giving the countersign wherever challenged, until Ipassed beyond Monck's lines and reached the high-road. - And here I am." "Wing, I have heard of a charmed life, but you seem to possess a charmed liberty. There is no such thing as keep- ing you a prisoner. But this- rider whom you shot from his horse. Do you know who he was, my boy?" inquired Justin, uneasily. "Yes, sir. Captain Bannister." "d Oh, Wing, what a fatal necessity! I am so sorry! He was a gallant fellow, if -he was a guerrilla. And he was re- turning from seeing me safe through the lines! I am sorry too, sir, but it couldn't be helped. And if the thing was to be done over again, I should have to do it over again," said Wing with a sigh. "Where is your comrade? Where is Hay? inquired Colonel Rosenthal. "I do not know, sir. I have not seen him since we ate our supper together this evening, but I presume he is still in the guerrilla camp. But what is the matter with your horse, sir?" "He has fallen lame, Wing" .: "A pebble in his shoe, perhaps?" "No; I have examined carefully; there is nothing of the kind.7" "Will you let me look, sir?" "Certainly,.if you like," said the colonel, taking the bridles of both horses in his hands so as to leave Wing at liberty to make the examination he wished. "'See here, sir. It was not a pebble, but it was some- thing worse,"' said the boy, drawing a thorn from the horse's foot, and holding it up to view. * s page: 256-257[View Page 256-257] 256 ' HOW HE WON HER. ' Now, then, why couldn't I have seen that?" exclaimed Justin, in some surprise and impatience. "Beicause it was not easy to be seen, sir. I did not see it. I felt it with the ends of my fingers." "You have a very delicate touch, Wing-as delicate as a woman's." "I think you can mount your horse now, sir. I think he will go without trouble," said the boy. "And Colonel Rosenthal got into his saddle and rode on towards W., followed by his favorite orderly. Day was breaking when they rode into the town. They went immediately to the head quarters of Gen- eral W., to whom Colonel Rosenthal reported. Active preparations were set on foot in W. for an expedi- tion against the guerrilla bands who were now ascertained to have joined forces at the Black Bear's Pass, from which point they were preparing to make a descent upon Mary- land. And now it is time to return to Elfie) and see how she fares with her wild lover. ' CHAPTER XXT. THE MOUNTAIN CA-MP. Now, my co-mates and brothers in this cause, Hath not our custom made this life more sweet Than that of city pomp? Are not theserocks More free from peril than the envious town? Here we but feel the penalty of Adam- The seasons' difference, as the frosty fancy And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; 'Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say- This is no flattery; these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.-SHAK8PEARBE. WHLE Vittorio and Alberta talked together outside the door, Elfie entered the leafy hut and threw herself down THE MOUNTAIN CAMP. 257 upon the fragrant pallet that had been spread for her accommodation. Her shelter was like a fairy bower. Wherever she stretched her hands out towards the walls, or the floor, or the ceiling, she found leaves. Yet the hut was not so com- pactly built as to prevent the moonbeams from shining in between the loosely woven pine boughs; so the place was dappled over with spots of moonlight; and filled with the fragrance of pine blooms; and cheered with the chirp of insects that sung from every twig. Elfie lay and rested well, luxuriously; but she could not sleep. Outside they were beating the tattoo, and the guer- rillas were putting away their horses or hurrying to their quarters; and the rolling of the drums, the prancing of the steeds, and the tramping of the men would have keptElfie awake, even if her own troubled thoughts had not banished sleep from her eyes. ' It is just what that wretch said!" thought Elfie--" it is just as if I had lost my footing on the nineteenth century and slipped down into the tenth, and lighted in Epping For- est., in the days of bold Robin Hood and his merry men. What a place for a civilized and Christian girl to find herself in!-the lair of outlaws; for I really do suppose the guerrillas are no better! Not that the iie .would be so bad either if it were not for the cause-' the CAUSE, my soul! vNo bed was ever softer or more elastic than this pallet spread upon the leaves ; no air was ever so sweet as this that comes laden with the fragrance of the mountain forest; and no serenade was ever so soothing as the small sing-song of these little Irinstrels of the bark. If this were only a -Unidn camp, and Albert were a patriot, how happy I would be! If- if " And here Elfie, pierced to the soul by the poignant thought of what " might have been," began to weep. "Good night, dearest, good night! Remember if you needs 16 page: 258-259[View Page 258-259] 258 HOW HE WON HER. must go upon this expedition, I go with you. At noon-day or at midnight, it matters not to me; I shall be ready. No toils, no perils, no privations shall dismay me, Vittorio! I dread but one evil in this world: separation from you; and that evil you have promised that I shall never suffer. Re- member, dearest, remember!" These were the words addressed to the Free Sword by his devoted wife before she left him, raised the curtain, and en- tered the hut. She found Elfie still sobbing. She went and knelt down by the pallet, and gently inquired: "Why, Elfie--Elfie, dear! what is the matter? Why should wou weep? Why should any one weep whose best beloved is not in deadly peril as mine is? Speak to me, Elfie! Tell me why you weep so much." "It is'abou-out that wretch Go-oldsborough!" sobbed Elfie. "Not because he has brought me off by force. I am not thinking of that now; for if he had been true to his country, he needn't have brought me off by strength of arm. I would have accompanied him willingly anywhere--any- where over the" earth: into the camp-into the wilderness- into the battle! For you know, Alberta, that we-women who scream at the sight of a black beetle, can nevertheless face a battery by the side'of one we love! And if he had been loyal-oh! if he had been loyal, I should have loved him so well!-I should have honored him so greatly! And if he should have been fated to come out of the war" with the loss of both his arms and both his legs, I should still have married him. Yes-and a thousand times yes! I would all the ,sooner have married him that I might be hands and feet to him forever. But he has lost his HONOR, Alberta. And oh! you do not know it, perhaps-you cannot understand, it may be; but his treason-his treason was the heaviest blow that ever fell upon me, and to-night it weighs heavy as lead upon my heart. Oh! if he had been true-oh!-if he had been true!" THE MOUNTAIN CAMP. '259 "Elfie," said Alberta, gently and soothingly, "by this vehement outhurst, of sorrow, I perceive that you love Al- bert still." "I do not I I love no traitor!" passionately broke forth the girl. "Elfie! how can you speak so unjustly and cruelly of your: lover!" "I speak truly of him!" "Elfie! let me say one word in Albert's defence!" "'What is it?" ' *' He thinks he is right I " "Oh, Alberta! how can he think so? How can any man think so." "He thinks he is right, as many a gallant leader in the Confederate army thinks! To his idea of right he has sac- rificed all that he possesses on earth, as many a Southern patriot has done!" "Alberta! we have talked of this before. We have been over and over the argument until my heart and soul are both sick of it! And besides, you may preach all day and yet you will never make me believe that light is darkness, or that treason is patriotism! Bosh! Who do you think is a fool?" snapped Elfie, abruptly turning her face away. "I think every narrow-minded and prejudiced person is a fool, for that matter, Elfie! H do not wish-to convince you of anything in particular, Elfie! I only wish to engage your charitable construction for those who happen to differ from you in opinion-and especially for the lover, of whom it pains you so much to think ill." Elfie made no reply, but with her face to the wall, con- tinued so sob. Alberta tried to soothe her, but in vain, for Elfie was inconsolable. . Nevertheless, the chieftain's wife sat by the pallet until her guest had sobbed herself to sleep, and slept like a tired child. - page: 260-261[View Page 260-261] 260 HOW HE WON HER. Then the unhappy lady threw herself upon her own bed, and, fell into a fitful slumber. Elfie slept long, and well, and did not awake until the beating of the reveill -aroused her. "It is like enchantment," she said, sitting up on her pallet, and gazing around on the leafy walls of her hut, through the interstices of which the first rays of the rising sun pierced redly. Alberta was already up and- dressed. She brought a clean towel and some water in a broken bowl, and set them before her guest, saying with a smile: "You -must- make the best toilet you oan under the cir- cumstances, my dear. We are not even so well off here as we were at the old mansion house." Elfie followed the advice of her hostess as well as she could. And by the time she had washed her face and arranged her hair and her dress, Alberta was ready to take her out, where, upon the dried grass before the hut, a sub- stantial breakfast was spread. The Free Sword joined them at the meal. ' I am sorry to tell you, Miss Fielding," he said, with a bow to Elfie, "that Colonel Goldsborough has left the camp for an absence of several days," Elfie looked up in surprise. "He has left you in our charge, and I need scarcely say, at we will do all in our power to make you comfortable," e continued. I thank you very much, Colonel Corsoni, for your news. I am very glad to hear that the kidnapper has taken his departure. And I ferventlypray he may never return," said Elfie. Vittorio Corsoni shrugged his shoulders. "He may never return, indeed, Miss Fielding, f6r the duty he has voluntarily assumed is one of great danger as well as of great honor." I!: T-HE MOUNTAIN CAMP. 261 C Oh, no fear for him. He will be back again all too soon and too surely. It is absolutely wonderful what care Satan takes of his own," said Elfie. Again Vittorio shrugged his shoulders, and the 'conversa- tion ended. And soon after the breakfast came to a close, and Corsoni arose and left the spot. All that day, men in large munbers continued to arrive at the rendezvous-some who were returning stragglers, some who had been absent on leave, and some who were new recruits. All that day there were company drills in various parts of the camp. During the afternoon Alberta and Elfie took a ramble through the wild wood that encircled the camp, but came back to their green hut in'tine for the early tea that Aber- shaw had prepared, and at which the Free Sword joined them. And Elfie's second night -on the mountain passed very much as the first had done. Several days went by in this manner, and still new men continued to come and swell the numbers of the band. But Albert Goldsborough did not return, nor did Monck, whose- arrival was daily expected, make his appearance. Elfie could perceive that the Free Sword was growing extremely anxious on the subject of the prolonged absence, of the two guerrilla leaders ,.- Elfie kept a sharp look-out. And on the seventh day of Goldsborough's absence, she discovered that Colonel Corsoni sent out scouts on the perilous duty of looking after the missing men. -On the morning of the eighth day, Elfie was as usual aroused by the rolling of the- reveilld. She arose and began to arrange her dress, while waiting for Alberta, whom she did not see, but who, she naturallyr supposed, had, as usual, left the hut to-procure water for their morning ablutions. page: 262-263[View Page 262-263] 262 HOW HE WON HER. While Elfie was fastening- her boddice, she saw the cur- tain of her doorway lifted, and a bowl of water and a clean towel pushed into the hut. She took them and began to wash her face and hands, still momentarily expecting the appearance of Alberta, at whose prolonged absence she was beginning to wonder. At length, when she was quite ready for breakfast, and a little tired of waiting for Alberta, she lifted the curtain of her doorway, and passed out of the hut. There, to her surprise, she found a breakfast arranged for one, and Mutchison as waiter, in attendance. "What is the meaning of this, you monstrous villain? Where is Madame Corsoni? And how dare you show your face before me?" indignantly demanded Elfie. "One question at a time, young lady, if you please. The meaning of this is your breakfast, with me to serve it. Madame Corsohi has-gone with her husband, who, at the head of all his command, left the camp at midnight. I show my face to tell you this,"' answered Mutchison grimly. "Alberta gone l" breathlessly exclaimed Elfie. "Yes; she always goes with her husband. I wish to the Lord I bad such a wife." "Heaven and earth! what will become of me?" exclaimed Elfie, in a greater panic than she had ever yet experienced. "Matrimony will become of you, my dear young lady. Colonel Goldsborough arrived here last night, some three hours before the departure of the Free Sword. He brought the marriage license from the county court house with him. And he is now making active preparations for the wedding, which must take place before we march, which we shall do at sharp noon. Come, young lady. I can imagine that a # bride has but little appetite on the morning of her wedding day. But allow me at least to pour out for you a cup of coffee." i - THE MOUNTAIN, CAMP. 26 a "You monster! you miscreant! I would see you and your master both in the deepest pit of perdition, before I would talke anything from you!" furiously exclaimed Elfie, dashing the cup of coffee from the hand of 'Mutchison, and turning and rushing into the hut. i But ah! she had no means of fastening herself within, ) or keeping any one else without, that frail shelter. Nothing but a curtain hung between her and her pursuers. And that curtain was presently lifted by Albert Goldsbor- ough, who entered the hut and stood before his beloved. Elfie whirled around upon him and stood like a stag at bay. "Wretch! coward! miscreant! shame on you for forcing yourself into my presence, where I have no means of keep- ing you out!" she fiercely exclaimed. "Elfie! nonsense, my darling! You know that I love you more than life; and you know that I know you love me; and so " But before Albert Goldsborough had got off half of this fine speech, Elfie, who was resolved not to remain alone with him for a moment, had bounded past him and through the door-way, to find herselfl-on the bosom of Mutchison, who had spread out his arms to intercept her flight. Elfie im- mediately drove her nails into his face. ' Catamountains! Here! take' her offme, colonel! I wouldn't so much mind if she was my own sweetheart; but I'm dashed if I like to be clapper-clawed by yours! It , don't pay! It's all thorns and no roses!" laughed the giant, as he tore Elfie away from his face and held her at arm's length towards Goldsborough, who snatched her to his heart and began to speak to her. - But Elfie stuck her fingers in her ears and screamed until she woke all the mountain echoes. Then Albert threw his right-arm around her, and brought down her hands from her ears and held them firmly with m .. page: 264-265[View Page 264-265] 264 HOW .HE WON -HER. his right hand, while with his left he covered her lips to stop her shrieks, and force her to hear him. "Elfie," he said, " you know that I love you more than life. And you know that Iknow you love me. And it is right that we should be married; but right or wrong, I am resolved to marry you to-day. Listen, you mad girl! Here you are in a guerrilla camp; the only woman in it. You have no longer Alberta's protection. And unless you have a husband, -what is to become of your good name? What do you suppose people will say of you?" he demand- ed, removing his hand from her lips. "What do I suppose people will say of me? What do you suppose I care? Could they say worse of me than that I should be ,your wife?" fiercely demanded Elfie, struggling vainly to free herself. "Yes, Elfie. You know very well that they may say far worse of you than that, unless I prevent them. But they never shall say it, Elfie. I have got -the marriage license and the wedding ring, and the minister is in my hut, only waiting my message to come and marry us." "No minister will ever marry us against my consent!" {"Elfie, I have said that to the Reverend Mr. Sitnmons which convinces him that it is duty to marry-us. Come, Mutchson; we have no more time to lose. Go fetch the parson," ordered Albert Goldsborough. The giant started on the errand. "-Ho!" called Goldsborough after him. Mutchison looked back. "Don't let any of the men know whates up. We don't want to afford them a spectacle in camp. See that they are kept at a proper distance from this." ' All right, sir," said the giant, striding on his way. Albert Goldsborough raised Elfie in his arms and bore her into the hut. "Mind this!" said Elfie, whose very lips were white J.1 J . V A . tU 2 -L ^ I AM .X. 1 d . mv with rage, while her black eyes seemed to scintillate sparks of fire-" mind this, Albert Goldsborough! -If you persist in this purpose, and if you succeed in carrying it out-I will kill you /" "Perhaps you will, Elfie. You really look as if you would; but I will risk it," said Albert, firmly. Presently Mutchison returned to the hut, and said: "The parson is coming, sir." "Mutchison, come here," said Albert Goldsborough. And the giant came to his side. "Mutchison, there was once a princess of France who was as obstinately opposed to matrimony as our bride here. Even when this princess stood with her intended husband before the altar, she refused to say Yes to the all impor- tant question as to whether she would take that man to be her wedded husband. So her father went behind her, put his hands upon her obstinate little head and bent it forward with a nod of assent." "And ' a nod is as good as a wink,' " said Mutchison. A Certainly-and better, in these instances; for it is a sign of affirmation and means yes." "The parson is at the door, sir," exclaimed Mutchison, seeing a shadow move before the curtain, ?" aWell, let him wait avmoment, until I explain your part to you." All the time they were:speaking Elfie was struggling violently to free herself. And now again Albert Goldsborough threw his left arm around her and caught- and confined her two hands with his left hand, while with his right hand he covered her mouth to stifle her screams, that were again splitting the air. "Don't smother her, sir," said Mutchison. "I will not. She has fine nostrils, especially when they are inflated with rage, and I leave them free for breathing purposes. Now then, Mutchison; I want you to place your- page: 266-267[View Page 266-267] 26.6 HOW HE WON HER. self immediately behind this obstinate little bride, and when the parson asks her if she will take this man to be her wedded husband, for better for worse, (and she will find him much better than she hopes,) I want you to put your hand upon her obstinate little head and bend it forward with a very emphatic nod of assent, as the King of France did in the case of his disobedient daughter. Get yourself into position. And then I will call on the parson." ' All right, colonel," said Mutchison, taking up his stand immediately behind Elfie, who was only pausing to gather strength for a fresh resistance. "Come in, if you please, Mr. Simmons," called out Goldsborough. And the parson lifted the curtain, and entered the hut. He was a tall, thin, light-haired ' man, very pale, nervous and consumptive. He was evidently a captive among the guerrillas, and as evidently frightened half to death. "Hand him the license, Mutchison. Mutchison is here in the three-fold capacity of bride's father, bridegroom's best man, and witness of the marriage," said Goldsborough. Mutchison stepped forward, and placed the license in the trembling hands of the minister, and then stepped back, and resumed his position behind Elfie. "Now proceed, sir, if you please," said Goldsborough. : The nervous minister unfolded and examined the license, and then put it into his pocket, from which he took a small prayer-book, Opening the book, he commenced the marriage ceremony. And in his extreme trepidation, he commenced at the wrong end: "' Forasmuch as this manannd this woman hath con- sented-'" "I have not consented! I had rather be' hanged!" screamed Elfie, who had succeeded in wriggling her head free from the hand of her captor. THE MOUNTAIN .CAMP. 267 In this panic the parson dropped his book, and fell into an ague fit. "This wretch has carried me off by force! He is marry- ing me by force! I will never-" spluttered Elfie so far;; but just here Albert succeeded in getting his hand over her mouth, and silenced her, again. Mutchison picked up the prayer-book and restored it to its owner. "Go on!" thundered Goldsborough, with a furious stamp of his foot, that nearly caused the startled preacher to drop the volume again. "Young lady, I have no option but to go on. I act under compulsion, as you do," said the preacher, beginning again; "' Forasmuch as this "' "Oh, Mr. Simmons! you look like a good man," begged Elfie, who had twisted her head free-" and you may have sisters of your own; -for their sakes, " But here Albert Goldsborough stopped her mouth again, and roared at the unfortunate parson to proceed. "You see, young lady, I have no alternative but to do what I am about to do. The man threatened to hang me if I refused," pleaded the minister. "' And the man will keep his word," added Goldsborough. "And I have an old mother, and sisters also, as you sug- gested, depending on me for support. So I must do the bidding of this man. And Vesides, my dear young lady, as you are in the power of these men, it is far better that you should be lawfully married to their leader. If one of my young sisters were in your place, unless she could be im- mediately rescued, I should thank the first one in authority to lawfully marry her to her captor." "Come, then! Stop this nonsense, and go on! or we will find a way to quicken your motions!" thundered Goldsborough. Thus strongly urged, the poor preacher once more opened page: 268-269[View Page 268-269] 268 HOW HE WON HER. his book, found the place, and commenced the marriage ceremony. The rites proceeded quietly enough, for Elfie's hands were held too fast, and her lips were covered too closely, for her to offer any successful resistance. When the bridegroom was asked: "Wilt thou have this woman to be thy wedded wife?'" Goldsborough answered in a loud, firm, sonorous voice: "' I will. ' When the similar question was put to the bride, Mutchi- son clapped his hand upon Elfie's head and bent it down in assent. When the minister, proceeding with the ceremony, in- quired : {"Who giveth 'this woman to be married to this man?" Mutchison answered, in a bold voice: "'I do.'" The ring was then forced upon the bride's finger, and the marriage ceremony was concluded in the usual manner. "And now take notice that I have done this deed under compulsion! I wash my hands of the sin, and cast it upon the backs of those to whom it belongs! said the persecuted preacher, turning to leave the hut. "Exactly I our backs are broad enough to bear it," laugh- ed Albert G1ldsborough. Then turning to Mutchison, he said: "Go after him, and make him a tumbler of milk punch to set him up again. And leave me alone with my wife, that I may reconcile her to her husband." THE, MARCH. 269 CHAPTER; XXIT. THE MARCH. Come away I come away I Hark to the summons I Come in your war-array, Gentiles and commons I Leave untended the herd, The flock without shelter; Leave the corpse uninterred, The bride at the altar,---cOTW. IT was written of an old usurper of the throne of England, that "having gained the kingdom by fraud and by cruelty, he nevertheless governed it in justice and m mercy." Something like the same policy prevailed in Colonel Goldsborough's conduct towards his captive bride. HAving gained her hand by force, he was Willing to win her favor by forbearance. No sooner had the curtain dropped behind the retreating form of Mutchison, than Albert Goldsborough turned towards Elfie, and sank upon one knee at her feet; and though the action was indeed rather melo-dramatic, I do not see, under the circumstances, how he could have done less than thus humble himself The insolent abductor was all at once turned into the pleading lover. He earnestly prayed her to pardon him. "Elfie, my best beloved-my only beloved, you will try to forgive me for this violence!" he murmured, in a low and gentle tone. "If I do, Albert Goldsborough, I pray that Heaven may never forgive me /! she answered, passionately. "My darling Elfie, Heaven never records our wicked prayers. If it -did we should all be doomed!" he said, gently taking her hand. "Don't touch me, you wretch, unless you wish to drive page: 270-271[View Page 270-271] HOW HE WON HER. me raving mad. I tell you I am on the brink of frenzy now! and frenzy may give me strength to slay you!" she exclaimed, struggling and snatching her lfnd from, his grasp. "Elfie, listen to me!" he pleaded. But Elfie drowned his murmuring voice in a torrent of bitter scorn and furious invective, which she poured upon him without stint or measure. He let her scold until she had exhausted herself, and had to pause for want of breath; then he took advantage of her silence and answered, gently: "Elfie, to all your cruel reproaches I have but this to say in my defence-I love you; I have loved you ever since I first. saw you, and I believe that you love me. In this belief, Elfie, I could not leave you among the Yankees toe. be perverted by them, to be set against your own old State, your faithful friends, and your one true lover, I could not, my Elfie." "You-ou! You-ou!" began Elfie, but she was too much out of breath to proceed, and so Albert resumed: "I could not give you up to the Yankees, Elfie. I could not, my dear. And so, at the imminent risk not only of my own life, but of the lives of all my command, I crossed the river and brought you away. - "A great risk you ran, truly, to come with your two hundred armed guerrillas upon a harmless pleasure party of less than forty persons," passionately and scornfully cried Elfie, who had now recovered her voice. Yes, Elfie, it was a great risk-an imminent risk, as I said-for we crossed and landed between two forts whose scouts were out in search of us. And in three hours after our crossing, a squadron of cavalry, armed with their mur- derous six-shooters, were on our traiL But I would have risked much more than life for you, my Elfie." "' Risk" again/" sneered Elfie. "I don't see it. The only risk that was run for my sake that day was run by the only mat of our party; for-I hold that little Mim was the only male creature that proved himself a-man on that occasion." "I wonder, now, if that little atom is, my rival?" said Albert, musingly. "Yes, he is!" exclaimed Elfie, spitefully catching at the idea; " he just is! I love and admire little Mimr beyond everything. I love his little finger better than I ever did your whole person. He-is a true hero, and I worship the very ground he walks on!" "Very pleasant words for me to hear, Elfie." "I don't care whether they are or not. They are true. I am dying in love With little Mim. And when I get back to Washington, I mean to ask him to marry me as soon as ever-Oh, my good gracious, I can't, either!" exclaimed Elfie, suddenly breaking off and bursting into tears of rage at the recollection-that she was .married already to Golds- borough. "No, you can't! Polygamy is not lawful in this land, at least not for ladies," laughed Albert Goldsborough. "You will be hanged some day, shortly, and then I shall be a widow," sobbed Elfie. Come, come, my darling girl, why do you keep up this-,- comedy? Do you think that I could be jealous of your little champion? Do you think that I believe for a moment in your professions either of regard for him or de- testation for me? No, dear Elfie. I have a confidence in your love and faith that your words and actions cannot shake. Listen, my darling girl-" "I don't want to hear a word you have to say, Albert Goldsborough." But, my dear, in common justice you must. Listen, Elfie-for we must march soon, and the time for explana- tion and defence is short. I have told you that, loving you page: 272-273[View Page 272-273] 272 HOW HE WON HER. beyond measure, and believing in your unaltered love for me, I could not leave you among the- Yankees. I could not, Elfie. And so, at the imminent risk of my. life, and the lives of. all my band, I crossed: the river, and brought you off from between the very teeth of the enemy." "You have bragged of- all that before," sneered Elfie. '.' I could not have believed in your persistent opposition to my wishes, Elfie; else, perhaps, I should have spared you and myself this trial." "When you made the discovery, why did you not send me back to my friends?" demanded Elfie. "It was too late even if it had been in other respects possi- ble to do so I Once having run away with you, and above all having retained you for days in my custody, there was no retreat! The departure of Alberta this morning, leaving you alone, the only -woman in the guerrilla camp, made your immediate marriage a necessity. And ,so, Elfie, I have mar- ried you, even by force; but I trust to win your forgiveness by forbearance. The deed is done, Elfie, that makes you my wife! But now that it is done, you shall be as sacred to me as my sister. 'And more so! for I will never touch your lips, or even take your hand again, without your leave I! That you will forgive me and love me I am sure-sure as that you are woman I We shall march in an hour, and of course you go with us I I will do everything I possibly can do for your happiness, except to give you up to the Yankees, to be taught to hate and despise your old State and old friends! You are a child of the South and belong to your mother, and must live among her children." Elfie still sobbed, but now, as it seemed, with less of rage then of grief. He was still at her feet. "Get up! she said at length, impatiently. "You've made a brute of yourself, but you needn't make a fool of yourself by remaining in that absurdposition, Albert Golds- borough! GCet up!" THE MARCH. :27 "Not until I have obtained your forgiveness, Elfie. Oh, Elfie, dearest, I loved you so entirely The thought of you was never for an instant absent from my mind,by day or by night, in the tent or in the field. Elfie, for the sake of the undivided love I bore you, forgive me; for the sake of the forbearance that I have sworn to observe towards you, and that will cost me so much, forgive me!" he pleaded. "If you will-will keep your word with me, and treat --eat me as your sister, I will forgive-give you for the past!" sobbed Elfie. "Heaven bless you for that much, my darling ! That is one step gained," he said, rising. " ld oh, if you had only been tru-true to your country in her trial.! Oh, if you had only been tru-true to your country!" she wept. "I was true to my country, Elfie. I ant true to my country. I shall always %be trie to my country. Old Virginia is my country, and I am true as truth to-her. I go with her where she goes-to destruction, if she should be cursed with failure, to dominion, if she should be crowned with success," replied the guerrilla leader, as he turned, lifted the curtain, and left the hut. "Oh, if he'd been true! Oh, if he'd been true!"Elfie continued to sob. , Soon all was bustle in the guerrilla camp. The men were mustering and mounting, and preparing to move. The guerrillas marched with very little baggage, as everybody knows. And so the band was soon ready. In about half an hour after leaving the hut, Colonel Goldsborough returned to it, lifted the curtain, and' once more presented himself before Elfie. "My dearest girl, we are about to go down the mountain. The pass is a difficult and dangerous one, as you know-- more dangerous still in the descent than in the ascent. And for your safety it is, best that you should ride behind me, as " : or? page: 274-275[View Page 274-275] 74 H OW HE ' WON HER. you did before. Still, keeping the spirit as well as the letter of my promise to you, Elfie, I must give you your choice of three modes of conveyance. You may ride behind me, or you may ride behind Parson Simmons, or you may ride alone on a sure-footed little mountain pony which is at your service." "I will take the mountain pony, if you please," said Elfe. "But will you feel quite safe to do so, down these perilous passes?" "I am a mountain girl, if you will please to remember, and the horse, you say, is a mountain pony." "Very well, Elfie, I will have it brought to the door of your hut," said Colonel Goldsborough, going out. In five minutes he returned with the pony, and came in for Elfie. ' Sulkily enough the girl wentout with him. Goldsborough's"steed, the parson's cob, and Elfie's pony stood saddled and bridled before the hut. The parson was there also, apparently in charge of the three horses, whose bridles he held gathered in his hands. And the unfortunate man seemed to have rather more than he could do to hold them. "Elfie," said Albert Goldsborough, laughing, "I- prom- ised not even to touch your hand without your leave; and I mean to keep my promise. Therefore I must ask your gracious permission, before lifting you intoyour seat. Will you grant it?" "No!" said Elfie, placing her hand upon the pommel, and springing into her saddle as lightly as if she were an elf indeed. "Mr. Simmons, mount your horsed You are to be the immediate advance guard of this lady, and ride directly in front of her; and please to recollect that your life is the hostage of her safety," said Colonel Goldsborough, as he threw himself into his saddle. THE MA ARCH. M A5R "Is--is-her pony a safe one?" stammered the perse- cuted preacher, as he clambered up into his seat. ;' Her pony is all right," laughed Albert. "Go ahead!" The band, under the immediate charge of Mutchison, was now defiling through the narrow pass leading from the table land down the side of the mountain. Colonel Goldsborough, with his two captives, took the same direction. He rode on the right side of Elfie, while the preacher rode on the left, until they came to the narrow pass down which the line of mounted men was winding like some huge serpent. Then Goldsborough ordered the preacher to precede Elfie, while he himself should follow her, thus forming a guard of honor immediately before and behind the captive bride. In this manner they commenced the -descent of the dan- gerous mountain pass. Albert Goldsborough, in the spirit of his promise, forbore to force his conversation upon his companion. Elfie rode on in sulky silence until her tongue was tired of keeping still, when she opened her mouth and spake: "I thought the ' Devil's Dripping Pan,' or 'Soup Dish,' or whatever you call your horrid place up there on the mountain top, was to be the general rendezvous of your bands." "We thought so too, Elfie." "And that you and Corsoni, with your commands, had met there to wait for the arrival of Monck and his men." "Such was our plan." "And here Corsoni moves with his command at midnight, and you march with yours at mid-day 1" "Just so, Elfie!" "In truth, then, it seems to me that you gentlemen horse-thieves don't know your ownv minds any more than honester men." "When a spy gets into, our camps, Elfie, and discovers A,\' page: 276-277[View Page 276-277] ^Q t U1. a W L m v 1^ -a %* all our secrets, he is apt to defeat all our plans. That little devil of a Gill, who got into Corsoni's camp, not only betrayed his retreat to the enemy, but, as we have lately learned, he discovered and revealed the secret of this ren- dezvous. This made it necessary for us to choose another place of gathering, to which we are now going, Elfie. I don't mind telling you these things, my dear, since it is utterly imposible for you to betray us," said Albert. And now, as the dangers of the road demanded all their attention, the conversation ceased. The poor preacher held his very breath for fear as he looked up, on the right, to a precipice that towered a thou- sand feet above him; and then down on the left, to another precipice that descended a thousand feet below him; and, last, along the ledge of path that lay before him, so narrow, with such -slender space to move in, that a single swerve must have sent horse and rider down to destruction. "Look sharp there! or you will be gone in an instant!" roared Albert Goldsborough, throwing the nervous parson into such a panic as nearly precipitated the catastrophe he had intended to prevent. Elfie laughed. Her nerves were so firm and her pony so sure-footed that she felt quite safe even when perched upon the edge of a precipice where a goat could hardly have found footing. k - - The persecuted preacher was trembling from head to foot. "I know," he complained, "that even if I live to reach the bottom of this mountain, which is very unlikely, I shall be good for nothing all the rest of my life." As he said this, the party of three, passing around a pro- jecting rock, came in sight of the rear of the band, who were winding down the narrow pass in single file below them. "Hayden!" cried Colonel Goldsborough, calling out to one of the rear men, who immediately halted. ; THE MARCH*. ' { Hayden, dismount and turn your horse loose and come here and take the parson's bridle and lead his beast, or we shall have an accident." The soldier addressed smiled good-humoredly as he mur- mured something to his comrade about the " inconvenience of having women and parsons encumbering them on their march; ;" and then he dismounted, knotted -up his bridle, so that it should not get entangled under his horse's feet, and leaving his well-trained steed to walk soberly down the path, he came and took the preacher's bridle and led his cob carefully along the perilous pass. In this manner they continued their dangerous journey until they reached the foot of' the mountain. "Thank Heaven it is over!" piously exclaimed the parson, as they found themselves safe at the entrance of a wooded valley. There was no road; but, guided by a pocket compass, the band took their way westward through the forest, until, after marching for about three miles, they came out upon an open plain, dappled here and there with detached groves of trees and gradually ascending: towards a range of wooded hills in the distance before them. page: 278-279[View Page 278-279] 278 HOW HE WON HER. CHAPTER XXTTT. THE BATTLE. And now there breathed that haunted atr The sons of sires who conquered there, With arms to strike and souls to dare As quick, as far as they I O o O o o He woke to die 'mid flame and smoke, And shout, and groan, and sabre stroke, // And death shots falling thick and fast As lightning from a mountain cloud.-FITZ GRBEN HALLECK. "THERE is our new rendezvous," said Colonel Golds- borough, pointing to the distant range of wooded hills, where the autumn foliage was now glowing redly under the rays of the descending sun, and towards which the whole band was now moving leisurely. But they had not marched more than a mile when Mut- chison. who had been riding in advance of the whole line, came suddenly galloping back to the rear with every mark of hurry and excitement. He drew rein beside his superior officer, and handed him a field-glass, saying hastily: "Colonel, look there!" "What is it?" inquired Goldsborough, raising the in- strument to his eyes. it There, at our rendezvous: the cloud of dust, the smoke, and hark! there is the sound of musketry! There must be a battle going on there, Colonel!" "THERE IS!" hurriedly exclaimed Goldsborough. "Mutchison, dash forward. Send half a dozen men back to guard the prisoners, who must remain here while we join battle. Then get the band in order. Form on com- pany front; and march! I will be with you as soon as I have provided for the safety of these!" Mutchison wheeled his horse and galloped forward, carry- ing with him a cloud of dust, in which he soon disappeared. THE BATTLE. 27 Goldsborough looked around for a place of safety iL which to bestow his captive bride and her clerical com panion, Nothing better offered than a grove of trees, in th midst of which sparkled a cool spring, now, however, rathe choked with fallen autumn leaves. ?bI He led his party there and requested them to dismount. The poor parson very willingly obeyed, and got off the horse of which he was heartily tired. "I suppose there is nothing left now but to submit to ou: fate and trust in Providence," said Elfie, as she also dis mounted and seated herself upon a heap of dried leave, that the wind had drifted against the roots of a great oal tree. "Yes, my dear young lady, that is it! We are in the power of the men of Belial, but the arm of the Lord is mighty to deliver us," murmured Mr. Simmons, when Col- onel Goldsborough had passed out of hearing; he-Golds- borough-having taken the bridles of the two horses and led them to the other extremity of the grove, where he se- cured them to the trees. "You see' he has led away our horses so as to prevent us from taking advantage of the battle to escape by flight " said Elfie, despondently. "I see! I see, my dear young lady! but the arm of the Lord is strorfg to save. but hush! here comes the son of Beelzebub!" said the preacher, as the guerrilla leader returned. X And in a few minutes the near galloping of other horses was heard, and the six men sent back by Mutchison rode up, in a cloud of dust. "' Guard these two prisoners until farther orders!" said Colonel Goldsborough, as he put spurs to his horse and dashed onward after his band. HHe flew over the plain at a tremendous rate of speed, yet it was some ten minutes before he came up with his band, page: 280-281[View Page 280-281] '280 HOW HE WON HER. They were now within half a mile of their rendezvouls, where the black, heavy clouds of dust and smoke, and the continuous sound of firing, assured them that a fierce battle was going on. On reaching his band, Colonel Goldsborough did but stop long enough to breathe his horse. And then he commanded a halt, and raising his hand-cried out: "Attention, my men! The rendezvous has been sur- prised by the enemy! The Free Sword seems hard bc- set! We must free him! To the rescue, then!" A shout from the men responded to this speech. "Attention! Forward!f March! The guerrillas galloped as gayly onwards towards the field of blood " as to a festival.' l As they- approached the scene of action the evidences of a fearful engagement encircled them. Ascending the hill, they entered into a dense atmos- phere of black and sulphurous smoke and dust through which sabres, glanced and firearms blazed, and horses and riders loomed and vanished, and from which arose the con- fused sounds of the shouts of men, the neighs of steeds, tile clash of steel, the report of musketry, and the shrieks and groans of the wounded and the dying. Over fallen steeds and writhing men---through flashing- sabre strokes and whistling rifle shots-through smoke and dust-through blood and fire-the guerrillas dashed, strik- ing here and there-striking everywhere where the blue coat of a Union soldier could be seen in the chaos. It was a general mel4e, more terrible in its effects than any pitched battle could have been. It was a mutual mas- sacre, in which no quarter was asked- or given. Such was the engagement at Hill, long to be remembered in the bloody annals of the Valley. Neither Monck nor any of his officers or men were to be pepn anywhere on the field. It seemed evident t hat his forces THE BATTLE. 281 had not joined those of Colonel Corsoni, whose command had engaged the Federals alone. In the thickest carnage might be seen the form of the Free Sword, an inspired form-a very Demon of Destruction -dealing death-blows right and left-striking everywhere, and always with fatal effects; struck at from every quarter, but always in vain! He seemed to bear a charmed life, and to wield an invincible weapon. And by his side--oh, sight of fear and horror!-by his side, in the fiercest of the fight, rode his devoted wife! Why she was there-why he permitted her to be there-no one could tell. Whether he had no wish or no power to with- stand the force and fire of her will that clung to him so desperately for life or death, or whether they had been sur- prised too suddenly to be separated, is not known. All that is certainly known is that she was with him throughout that bloody day. She seemed to ride scathless through that scene of slaughter, unharming and unharmed! Who, in- deed, would have willingly hurt her? At the moment that Goldsborough with his band rode up, the Free Sword and his two hundred faithful followers -were fighting desperately against an overwhelming force. Goldsborough brought to his relief nearly two hundred more men. Yet still the united forces of the two leaders numbered less than four hundred ill-armed and ill-disciplined guerrillas; and these were opposed to the whole regiment of Rosenthal's well-trained-veteran cavalry, armed with their death-dealing Henry rifles--those sixteen shooters, that augmented their fighting powers more than ten-fold. The guerrillas fought well, fearlessly, recklessly. But who could doubt the issue? Again and' again the voice of the young Federal com- mander was heard above the din of battle, calling upon those brave, misguided men to surrender and save them- selves, page: 282-283[View Page 282-283] 282 HOW HE WOX HER. In vain! He might as well have roared to the roaring winds! The battle raged with increasing fury. The waves of war rolled east, rolled west, as the hard-pressed guerrillas fell back, or rallying for a space, pushed forward. At length, towards sunset, the guerrillas began to scatter and fly. Colonel Goldsborongh tried to rally them,-but in vain. Their desperate courage had suddenly failed. Goldsborough looked around for the cause of this panic; and he discovered it in the absence of their idolized leader! It was true, Neither the brave Free Sword nor his heroic wife could anywhere be seen on the field. The fiery spirit that had animated and inspired the whole band was gone. And fear had fallen upon his followers. And all who were not dead, wounded or prisoners, were flying in all directions hotly pursued by the Federals. Colonel Goldsborough, seeing that the day was lost, wheeled around, put spurs to his horse, and dashed down the hill-side, in the direction of the grove where he had left Elfie and the parson under guard. THE FATE OF THE FREE SWORD 2883 CHAPTER XXTV. THE FATE OF THE FREE SWORD. "No more, there is no more," he said, ', Ad:To lift the sword for now! For thee my fields were won, And thou hast perished."- They might have chained him as before That stony form he stood, For the power was stricken from his arm, As from his lips the blood.-HEMANs9. RIDING recklessly over the dead and- dying, Albert Goldsborough rushed onward, until at the entrance of an old turnpike road he was arrested by a sight that might have stopped an army in its flight. In the dust, on the ground, knelt Vittorio Corsoni, the terrible Free Sword, supporting in his arms the pale form of his beloved wife, and gazing down on her still face-in unutterable anguish and despair. Beside him lay his hat and plume and his sword, cast off as though useless to him evermore. "Dead!" exclaimed Albert Goldsborough, in horror and amazement. The Free Sword did not reply or look up; he did not even seem to see or hear the man who addressed him. - The sound of approaching horses' feet startled Colonel Goldsborough from his traaice of amazement. "Corsoni! It is no use to sit there and be captured! Up and fly! all is lost/" he exclaimed, putting spurs to his horse and speeding away. "Yes, all is lost!" murmured the Free Sword, without removing his eyes from the dead face over which he bent. Another horseman came thundering up in a cloud of dust. It was Mutehison. "Fly! fly, Colonel Corsoni! Rosenthal is within a hundred yards of you! And all is over!" shouted the giant, as he rushed past without drawing rein. page: 284-285[View Page 284-285] 284 HOW- HE WON HER. "Yes, all is over," muttered the Free Sword, dropping his face down to the cold face beneath him. "Up and away{! We are dead beat!" shouted another equestrian whirlwind that rushed past him. "Dead beat!" echoed the Free Sword, mechanically. Abershaw was the next who came. He hurriedly dashed up, threw himself from his saddle, and led his horse up to his chief, hastily exclaiming: "Colonel Corsoni! For heaven's sake, fly! There is not a moment to be lost! Rosenthal is a few yards behind! Here! I have brought you a fresh horse! Mount and away! Save yourself!" The Free Sword lifted his despairing eyes to the face of his faithful follower and pointed in silence to the still form in his arms. "Madam Corsoni fainted! No wonder, poor lady! Well, I will stay and take care of her. It does not matter so much if I am captured; I shall be treated as a prisoner of war. But you, Colonel! oh, you know the doom that awaits you if you are taken! Mount my horse! Fly and save yourself!" "Save myself! From what? The worst has happened that could possibly befall me. Oh, Abershaw, look here! and tell me if my life is worth the saving now!" cried Corsoni, in a heart-broken voice, as he pointed to the dead face of his wife. "Dead! killed! Oh, Heaven, how did that happen?" exclaimed Abershaw, overwhelmed by the sight. "A Minie ball. She saw the murderous rifle aimed, and threw herself before me, and received in her heart the shot that was intended for my bosom!" said Corsoni, in a voice of such deep despair that his follower/groaned aloud. But time pressed, pressed fearfully; a life hung on every minute! And Abershaw could not leave his chief to in- dulge in sorrow. . . . THE FATE OF -THE FREE SWORD. 285 "My Colonel-my brave Free Sword!" he exclaimed, "rouse yourself! A soldier should not yield to grief any more than to fear." Corsoni sadly shook his head. "Come, come, my chief, look up. Think of all your glorious achievements in the cause of the young Confed- eracy-" 'It was for her-for her, and she is gone," moaned Corsoni. "Then up and avenge her! Think of all that you have already done, of all that you may still do for the cause. Think what a career opens before you. When the Confed- eracy triumphs-'- Corsoni impatiently waved his hand and shook his head. "The Confederacy," said the Free Sword, bitterly. "What do you suppose I really cared for the Confederacy? I am a foreigner. What are your civil wars to me? It was for her I drew my sword. She bade me draw it in the cause of the Confederacy, and I did it, as, if she had bid me draw it in the cause of the Union, or of the Lord, or of the Devil, I would have done it. It was for her! for her! and now she is gone H-oh, my pale love! This was not what I took you from your convent for," he added, gazing with infinite sorrow on the still face. Then he turned to his follower, saying: "'But go, and save yourself, Abershaw. You have yet something to live for." "Noo; I shall stay with you and--her," firmly replied the man. Even as Abershaw spoke their pursuers dashed up. ," Ah, here you are, you demon. Yield!" thundered the foremost soldier, dismounting. "' I yield," gently replied the Free Sword. Colonel Rosenthal rode up, attended by his staff, among whom was Wing-Wing, his adjutant, with the first lieu- tenant's straps upon his shoulders. page: 286-287[View Page 286-287] Ouv ILU W JHLji WON H lER* "You are a prisoner, Colonel Corsoni. Deliver up your sword," said Justin, gravely, as he dismounted.--My God!" This last exclamation was struck from his lips by the sight of Alberta's dead body in the arms of her heart-broken husband. And the most inveterate pursuers of the Free Sword were now gathered around him with looks of pity in their War- worn faces. Colonel Rosenthal lifted his hand, and silently waved these men away. And all retired except Adjutant Wing. "I am very sorry for this, Corsoni, very, very sorry," said Justin compassionately. - The Free Sword looked up. His youthful face seemed suddenly to have grown old and haggard with unutterable woe. Then he gently laid down the form of his wife, and struggled to his feet, and put his hand to his side for the sword that was no longer there. He looked about to find and deliver it to his captor. As he did so, the blood sud- denly gushed in torrents from an unsuspected wound in his breast, and his face became livid. "You are hurt, Corsoni," said Justin, in a pitiful voice. "Am I? I didn't know," answered the Free Sword, as he reeled and fell beside the body of his wife--DEAD. CHAPTER XXV. AFTElr ( THE BATTLE. Oh, womanly she prayed in tent, When none beside did wake I Oh, womanly she paled in fight For one beloved's sake I And her little hand defiled withl blood, Her tender tears of womanhood Most woman-pure did make.-E. B. BROWNoIvN. ADJUTANT WINAG knelt ,down beside the dead and took two fresh white pocket-handkerchiefs from his bosom- Adjutant Wing was rather dainty for a soldier, in some of his habits, and constantly exposed himself to the raillery of his companions by his weakness for clean linen. He now covered with the handkerchiefs the poor dead faces, and, still kneeling, gazed upon the two bodies, while great, tears rolled slowly down his cheeks. ' You are weeping, Wing," said Colonel Rosenthal, kindly. "I cannot-cannot help it," said the boy, sobbing aloud. "When I look at these two, and remember that they were kind to me, and that I betrayed them to this death, I cannot help it. Oh, my Colonel, I have shed some bitter tears in my life. But these are the bitterest that ever fell from my eyes!" "Wing, what you did- :was done as a sacred duty in the service of your country." "Yes, I know; but the duty was very revolting to me. Once I said that nothing on earth could ever induce me to become a spy; but that was before the war, and I was in no condition to judge of the matter." As Wing sobbed forth these words Colonel Rosenthal started and looked at him wistfully for a minute; then, seemingly satisfied by the scrutiny, he said: "Our military duties are often revolting to us, my boy;, ,/ page: 288-289[View Page 288-289] 288 HOW HE WON HER. but still they are duties--sacred duties-and must be per- formned. I Suppose the judge who pronounces a sentence of death, and the sheriff who executes it, both feel their duty to be a painful one; but they- do it. I am sorry for these people, Wing-very, very sorry for them; but-they were traitors." "Oh, call them no hard names over their still, cold bodies, my Colonel. Their lips are mute and cannot reply. They thought they were right, and so thinking, they were true to themselves, and true, oh heaven, how true to each other! Theirs was a rare love, my Colonel; stronger than life and death!" wept Wing. "Perhaps the fate that they have just met was, under all the circumstances, the best for them," said Justin. "Oh! how much the best! Poor lady!" said Wing, uncovering the face of Alberta and gazing tenderly upon it. "Poor, poor lady! She had but one great dread in all her dreadful life-to be separated from her beloved. She had but one earnest prayer--to be with him always, forever and ever. Her prayer is granted.. As she clung to him through all his desperate -life, so he would not desert her even in, death!' no, not even to save himself from certain capture and from the shameful scaffold. Call them traitors, if you must; but they were true as truth to each other-true in life and in death! And they are inseparable for all eternity. Poor girl! I remember her words once when speaking of Dante's story of Francesca and Paulo in Hell:-' It might have been worse,' she said. ' One might have been in Heaven' :And I knew that she was thinking of herself and her 'Free Sword.'" As Wing spoke, he reverently covered the faces of the dead and arose from his knees. "Oh, my Colonel," he next said, " after all, I think that those who have fallen in this war may be happier than those who survive, burdened with the memory of its horrors!" AFTE-R THE BATTLE. 289 At that moment the sound of many horses' feet was heard approaching, and presently a squad of Union cavalry rode up, having Albert Goldsborough, Abershaw, Haddycraff, and other guerrilla officers as prisoners. "We cut off their retreat, sir," reported the officer in command of the party. Colonel Rosenthal advanced to receive the sword of the guerrilla leader. Goldsborough- handed it over in perfect silence. There was not a word spoken between the two. Then Colonel Rosenthal ordered the prisoners taken to the rear and guarded. Next he beckoned an officer, and directed him to take charge of the remains of the Free Sword and his unfortu- nate wife, and to see to their removal, and their preparation for decent interment. Finally, he called Wing and Hay (who had succeeded in making his escape from Monck's camp) to attend him, and rode off to inspect in person a certain locality in the neigh- borhoold, where he proposed that his regiment should bivouac for the night, They followed the old turnpike road down the hill, until they came to the open plain, across which Goldsborough's men had marched that day. Straight before them, under the dark eastern horizon, was dimly seen a grove, or piece of woods. "There is the place where we shall halt to-night, Wing. As we have no tents, the trees must give us shelter. And I am told that there is a fine spring of water. Our tired and hungry men will be comfortable there," said Colonel Rosen- thal, pointing to the grove. "And the wounded, my Colonel?" inquired Wing, gently. "You always remember the wounded, my boy. Well, they will be taken care of. Captain Hopkins and Surgeon 18- . page: 290-291[View Page 290-291] 290 HOW HE WON HER. Sharpe are in charge of the wounded. And lest you should also think the dead may be neglected, I will inform you that Lieutenant Barnwell and Chaplain Jones are intrusted with the arrangements for their Christian burial. Are, you satis- fied now, Wing?" "Thanks, my Colonel, for your information, and also for your kind indulgence of what might be called impertinence in me," said Wing, respectfully raising his cap. Colonel Rosenthal smiled wistfully, but did not reply. The sun had long set, and the moon had not yet risen. But it was a clear, bright, starlight night, and they continued :their way across the plain, strangely soothed by the sweet stillness and peacefulness of the scene. They rode along, drawing nearer and nearer to the grove until at length, when they were within a few hundred yards of it, they were startled by screams issuing from its shadows, a woman's piercing screams, mingled with cries of- "Murder! Murderi Help! Help!" CHAPTER XXVI. ELFIE IN THE GROVE. Ask me not what the maiden feels, Left in that dreadful hour alone; Perchance her reason stoops or reels Perchance a courage not her own, Braces her mind to desperate tone.-SaoTT. "QUICK, boys! There is something dreadful going on in that grove! Some woman in extreme peril!". hastily ex- claimed Justin Rosenthal, as he put spurs to his horse, and galloped forward, hotly followed by Wing and Hay. The grove, at the point at which they approached it, was' too thickly grown to admit the entrance of their horses. ELFIE IN THE- GROVE. 21 So Colonel Rosenthal threw himself from his saddle, fas- tened his horse to a tree, drew his sword and plunged into the thicket. This example was quickly followed by his companions. The cries of distress had ceased; and the silence and the darkness of the place rendered it rather difficult for our Don Quixote to decide where to turn his steps and the point of his sword for the delivery of the distressed damsel. "We must scatter ourselves, boys! Each must take a different direction and beat about the ,woods until we dis- cover the cause of those cries! And he who first comes upon the scene of violence must shout for the others! Now go! And may Heaven grant that we may be in time!" hastily exclaimed Justin, waving his sword in the directions he wished the others to take, and then turning and striking deeper into the shadows of the grove. It was very still and dark. Nothing could be seen but the occasional glance of a star, peeping down between the upper branches of the trees; and nothing could be heard but the ripple of a stream, hidden somewhere in the deep, dry undergrowth of the thicket. Justin was completely bewildered, knowing not which way to turn. "The unfortunate woman, whoever she is, must be murdered or worse before this! At all events, she is silenced," he said to himself. At that moment another cry arose; but this time it was a man's voice-weak, quavering, cracked-but unmistakably a man s voice, crying: "Help! Murder! Help! Oh, all good Christians, help!" "Gracious Heavens! has the woman got the better now, and is she killing the man; or what is the meaning of this second outcry? exclaimed the colonel, in droll perplexity. And guided by the cries, he clutched his sword with a page: 292-293[View Page 292-293] 292 HOW HE WON HER. firmer clasp, and strode on in the direction from which they came. He had not gone many yards before the cries arose for the third time;- and now, as in the first instance, it was the woman's voice, screaming: "Murder! Murder! Hell! Help!" "This is very perplexing. Apparently there are two of them in distress, and they take turns in yelling," said Jus- tin, as he rushed on towards the scene of action. Suddenly he came upon it. Striking through the thicket, he entered an opening in the grove where the clear bright starlight shone down upon a strange picture-a man, and a woman, each bound to a tree, only a few yards from each other. "Help I Murder! Help!" shrieked the man. "Don't come near me, you monster! I have a revolver concealed, in my bosom and I will shoot you as soon as I would a, mad dog! ' screamed the woman. "ELFIE I;' exclaimed Justin Rosenthal, in astonishment, advancing towards her. "Oh, Justin dear! Justin, is it you? Thank Heaven I But I took you for a prowling guerrilla I " cried Elfie, strug- gling to free herself enough to welcome him. "I was drawn here by your cries for help, Elfie. But who had the insolence and barbarity to treat you in this manner? ." demanded Colonel Rosenthal, as with his sword he severed the cords that bound the girl and set her free. "Let me sit down and breathe, and then- I'll tell you all about it," said Elfie, with a sigh of relief, as she sank down on a heap of dry leaves at the foot of the tree. Justin stood looking at her with eyes full of (doubt, pity and anxiety. "Don't stand staring at me as if I had two heads, man! Go and- set the parson free. He is a Christian hero, he is I and by t hat time I shall recover my breath and be able to, talk to you," said Elfie, with something of her old snappish- t rI ELFIE IN THEI GROVE. 2* ness. And truly the poor girl had had enough to make her feel cross and nervous. "I beg your pardon,] Elfie," said Justin, smiling, as he turned to obey her. He cut the cords that bound the minister, who immedi- ately stretched his arms, and then dropped upon the ground. with a fervent: "Thank goodness!" At that moment Wing and Hay came up from different points On seeing Elfie, Wing started and withdrew a little into the shade. Justin went up to him said: "I suppose you were led here by; the cries, as I was?" "Yes, sir, they resounded through every part of the grove, I assure you." - "Well, I hope there has been no great harm done. We found a parson and the young lady whom you met as a cap- tive, among the guerrillas, bound here to a couple of trees. I do not quite understand the affair yet; but they are apparently uninjured. Now go, Wing--take Hay with you, and ride back to the field. Tell Lieutenant-Colonel Wedge- wood that we shall encamp in and around this grove to- night. Tell him to send all the men here who are not engaged in looking after the wounded and the dead, or in guarding the prisoners. " Wing bowed, beckoned Hay to follow him and left the scene. Justin turned and seated himself on-a fragment of rock near the bank of leaves on which Elfie rested. "I am very glad, Elfie, to find you safe at last," he said, a little dubiously. "Yes, thank Heaven, I have passed safely through the terrible days of my captivity," said Elfie. "I can answer for that. The men of Belial, bad as they were,didn't dare to harm a hair of her head. From their page: 294-295[View Page 294-295] 294 HOW HE WON HER. chief downward, they all treated her with respect," said the preacher. "Hold your tongue, Mr. Simmons. I don't need that you should endorse me. I have little reason to be grateful to you, goodness knows, for saving your life at the expense of my liberty," snapped Elfie. The preacher bowed his head under this rebuke. And Justin Iosenthal looked from one to the other in per- plexity.! "I will explain, Justin; but it-is a long story, I can tell you. I have been through a campaign since I saw you last," said Elfie. "But before you begin, my dear young lady, let me ask the captain here a question.-Sir, might you have a morsel to eat or drink about you?" piteously inquired the poor consumptive preacher. "-No, I mightn't, I am sorry to say," smiled Justin. "You see we haven't broken our fast since the morning. And I feel a sort of inward sinking. And if you had a scrap of hard tack or a drop of old rye-" "I regret very much that I have nothing of the sort. You know that we cavalry rangers, out after guerrillas, carry no provisions. We look to live on the country," said Col- onel Rosenthal.' The poor preacher laid his thin hands over his empty bread-basket, and groaned aloud. Even Elfie pitied him. "Never mind, Mr. Simmons," she said, ;" you heard the order given by Colonel Rosenthal. The men will be here presently, and you may depend they will not come empty- handed.' We shall have a sumptuous supper presently." With this piece of comfort the preacher tried to content himself. "And now, Elfie,' said Justin Rosenthal. "Well, I suppose you heard that our picnic party was surprised by the guerrillas, and that I was carried off?" ELFIE IN THE OROVE. 29 "Yes, I heard of that, Elfie, through a spy I sent into the camp of the Free Sword. Tell me, my dear little friend, what happened after the spy had left," said Justin. And Elfie began and related in detail all her adventures while a captive among the guerrillas.? She told the story with firmness, and even with humor, until she came to describe her forced marriage, when she suddenly burst into tears of rage and shame, and wept and sobbed as if her heart would break. When Justin had heard the whole story of the marriage, he laid his hand upon Elfie's bowed black head in a protect- ing and reassuring manner, and laughed as he said: "Why, Elfie, the marriage is not binding upon you, unless^ you choose to make it so by yourself acknowledging its vali- dity. If you protest against it as a forced marriage, and bring this clergyman here as your witness, it cannot hold good." ' "But there was a li-license! and a ring-ring! and an ordain-dained minister! and even a man-man to give me away! and all was reg--reg-reg--regular!" answered. Elfie, scarcely able to articulate through her gasping sobs. "Nonsense, my dear girl! The vital, valid, lawful part of the affair, without which all the rest was all invalid, null and void, was wantingl laughed Justin. "And what was that-at?" sobbed Elfie. "The consent of the woman, of cou'rse!" , Oh, but they had that! "ELFIE! t "They took it by force, as they took me. That man-an -who acted as my pap-pap-papa, took me by my neck and hair and bobbed my head down three or four times in the most positive manner, as if he meant me to say, 'Yes, yes, YES! and the ceremony went- on." "The villain! But, Elfie, my dear,.that was no consent. Nonsense, my child! You are no more bound in law or page: 296-297[View Page 296-297] HOW HE WO N HE R. gospel to your guerrilla abductor than you are to any other savage you can think of. Give yourself no uneasiness on that subject, Miss Fielding," said Justin, with an inten- ,tional emphasis on Elfie's maiden name. Apparently Elfie was not grateful for the consideration. Justin Rosenthal, I'll thank you not to call me 'Miss Fielding!' How do I know but what i am Mrs. Golds- borough? I hate to be placed in an equivocal position; and I won't be neither, there! Call me Elfie., The name given me in baptism is the only one either you or I can feel dead sure I am entitled to bear!" exclaimed the girl, passion- ately. "Verywell, my child. Just as you please!" laughed Justin, with a shrug of his shoulders. Elfie. pouted so long in silence that Justin found it neces- sary: to recall her to her narrative. "Come, Elfie," he said, " tell me how you and your com- panion in captivity happened to be bound to these trees?" "You know," answered Elfie, "I told you how when Albert Goldsborough found that a battle was in progress on the hill, he made us dismount, and took away our horses, and set a mounted guard of six guerrillas to watch us." "Yes." ,-Well, they watched us closely enough for a while. I couldn't stir, even to walk about and stretch my cramped limbs, without being threatened with a rifle' levelled at me! "The wretches! - "And all that time we heard the firing in the distance, and knew that a great battle was going on between the guerrillas and our own troops. And we prayed heartily for the success of our men." Your prayers were heard, Elfie." "Of course we could not guess which way the tide of victory would turn. We could only see the clouds upon EFi;uL i1E IN T H ' OR O V E. ZVI ] clouds of black and sulphurous smoke rolling over the hill, and hear the continual firing, and smell the suffocating fumes of gunpowder that were overpowering even at this distance." " "That was because the wind blew straight from the hill in this direction." "In this way several hours passed, and then we began to hear the thunder of flying horsemen crossing the plain. And one of our guard rode out to reconnoitre, and came back in a hurry, exclaiming: "' By the devil! if the clock peddlers haven't beaten us! Our men are flying as fast as their horses can carry them before the Yankee cavalry! Iram not agoing to stay here guarding a girl and a parson, until I am captured! What do you say, boys?' "Apparently' the 'boys' agreed with their companion. They rode together and consulted in a low voice and in great excitement, while we still felt, as it seemed, the very earth shake with the thunder of the flying and chasing horsemen. Meanwhile I felt great hopes of being allowed to escape. My hopes were soon destroyed, however, by the words of the corporal, who had command of the guard. "'It will never do to let them get off, blast them! any more than it will do for us to stay here and be captured by the Yankees! I'll tell you what, boys! we will tie them to trees, so that if the colonel does come back to look for'them --which I doubt very much if he will, even if he should have escaped being killed or wounded, or taken prisoner- he will find them; that's all! Now what do you say to that!' "The corporal's proposal was adopted by acclamation. And the wretches immediately seized'us and bound us, each to a tree, as you found us, Justin. And then they mounted their horses and galloped away, and we saw no more of them." page: 298-299[View Page 298-299] HOW HE WON- HER. ! "Nor of any others?" "No! we remained here, while the night grew darker, and darker. We still occasionally felt the earth shake under the thunder of the flying and following horsemen; but no one entered the grove. And after a while even that noise ceased." "' Were you frightened, Elfie?" "No, not until a wolf or some other wild animal came up and stood before me, and looked up in my face with his fiery eyes, as if he were balancing the question whether he should eat me then, or take his supper a few minutes later. I felt my flesh creep and my blood grow cold then, Justin! And I screamed with all my might. And the creature took to its heels and ran away!" "Poor Elfie!" "After that Mr. Simmons and I, thinking that some of our men might be about, took our turns in crying, ' Help' and {Murder.' And at last, just as our lungs were giving out, you came to our relief, Justin." "And that is all!" "Yes, except this, Justin! In the midst of our own personal distress, we still remembered to thank Heaven for giving us the victory!" . As Elfie spoke, the sound of an approaching troop of horses was heard. And soon they seemed to have drawn up on the outskirts of the grove., Wing came to report to his colonel. "The regiment has arrived on the ground, sir. Also the army wagons with the commissary stores that were sent after us from W. Lieutenant Colonel Wedgewood has dis- patched messengers to hurry up the ambulances for the transportation of the wounded, who are now receiving all the attention that it is possible to bestow upon them in their present position. To-morrow I hope to be able to submit to you a correct report of the killed, wounded and prisoners." ELFIE IN THE GROVE. :3 "Quite right, Adjutant," said Colonel Rosenthal. Then, changing his tone a little, he continued: "And now, Wing, I think you had better remain here with this young lady and the preacher, while I go to take a look at my poor fellows." And with a bow to Elfie and her companion, Justin Rosenthal walked away from them. Now all was cheerful bustle in and around the grove. The men dismounted, took their saddles from their horses, and secured the weary beasts to the trees on the outer edge of the grove. Then they began active preparations for refreshment and rest. They unloaded the army wagons, and every man watered and foddered his horse before thinking of himself. Then some went tq work kindling fires to cook by; others began preparing food/; others again busied themselves with building rude shelters of boughs to protect them from the night air. By the orders of Colonel Rosenthal, a party of the men went to that part of the grove where Elfie and her com- panions were waiting, and there, under the immediate direction of Adjutant Wing, they constructed a comfortable hut of cedar boughs for Elfie's accommodation. And soon in front of this hut a good supper was served of strong coffee with white sugar and condensed milk, and broiled ham, with fried potatoes, and loaf bread and camp biscuits. Elfie, Mr. Simmons, Colonel Rosenthal and Wing sat down to this supper. And though every one ofthem played well their parts, the poor, consumptive preacher excelled them all in gastronomic feats. During the meal, which was eaten by torch light, strange glances were observed to pass between Elfie and Wing. From time to time Elfie looked furtively at the young adjutant, who Sedulously avoided her glances. But at page: 300-301[View Page 300-301] 800 HOW HE WON HER. length, when Wing surprised Elfie gazing steadily at-him he opened his dark eyes to their widest extent and favored her with a stare of astonishment' that at -once put an end to the play. After supper Elfie retired to her hut where; upon a bed of leaves, she slept comfortably, guarded on one side of her dwelling by the old minister, and on the other side by the young adjutant. CHAPTER X VIIl REQUIESCAT IN PACE. Shut out from them the bitter word, i And ser'pent hiss of scorning, Nor -let the storms of yesterday Disturb their quiet morning; Breathe over them forgetfulness Of all save deeds of kindness, And save to tears of pitying eyes, Press down their lids in blindness.-WxS'it"lEi THE neixt day was devoted to a solemn duty. The dead were buried vhere they had fallen on the battle field. All except Alberta and Vittorio. Our soldiers felt that they must find a grave in conse- crated ground in which to place the poor woman, and also that they must lay beside her the-husband for whom she so vainly died. ? So after they had given Christian burial to the heroic dead, they placed the remains of the Free-'Sword and his wife in an army hearse and conveyed them to a little, old, deserted country churchyard, some three miles distant on the road to W., where the chaplain of the regiment read over them the, funeral service, and where they were finally laid side by side in their resting-place-not unwept. The tears of Elfie, who attended the funeral, fell like rain, And even Wing, who was charged with- the business of the burial, was said to -have dimmed: the smart gold lace of his adjutant's uniform with drops of sorrow. The wounded were tenderly laid in ambulances, and sent on to W. under an escort of one company of cavalry. As Elfie evinced the utmost impatience to return home, and as Colonel Rosenthal was anxious to be rid of all en- cumbrances so that he might immediately go after Monck, he next morning sent Miss Fielding under a guard of honor, commanded by Adjutant Wing, to the Point of Rocks, from which she was to take the evening train to Wash- ington. It was while waiting at a Union farmhouse near the station, that Elfie learned the final ending of the picnic party. The old farmer informed her that after the guer- rillas fled, leaving the excursionists on the hill, they-the excursionists--went down to look for their boat, with the intention 'of returning to the city by the same way in which they had come. But on reaching the foot of the hill and the side of the canal, they found that their boat had been robbed of all its movable effects, and then scuttled and sunk. The unfortunate creatures had, nothing to do but to return to the top of the hill and lay down to sleep as well as they could in the open air. The next morning, cold, hungry, and- cruelly stiff and sore in all their limbs, they set out -to walk to the Point of Rocks, to wait for the train to Washington. But such a starved and wretched set ,of ragamuffins they looked, that the conductor of the train, when it came, distrusted them, and refused to take them on until they had told and proved their story. Such was the, account of the picnic party given by the old farmer to Elfie, "But there was one of their number who was -hurth-a page: 302-303[View Page 302-303] 802 HOW HE wO N n ri. young man-a little man with light hair and blue eyes. Do you, know anything about him?:' inquired Elfie. "Oh, yes," answered the old farmer, quickly. "Oh, yes; he was very badly hurt, indeed. They brought him here on an old door, two men supporting him in front, and two behind. And they put him on the train, and took him on to the city with them." "Do you-do you-think that he was dangerously hurt?" breathlessly inquired Elfie, "Well, Miss, I should think he was. His skull was fractured.?' "Oh, Heaven of Heavens! I hope not-I earnestly hope not! Did you-did you hear anything of him after- wards? A said Elfie, clasping her hands tightly, as if she were rather entreating a favorable answer than asking for a true one. - "No, Miss, I never heard a breath of him afterwards. Was he a relation or friend of yours?" t Oh, no-only an acquaintance of a few weeks. But I would like to know his fate." "Well, then, Miss, seeing that he is not a relation of yours, nor likewise a very intimate friend, I might as well be frank with you. I don't think he could have got over that hurt. You see he was very badly hurt. His skull was fractured. And he had laid all night without a doctor's assistance. And he was quite insensible when he was brought here next morning. You wouldn't have known he was alive-if you hadn't put your ear down close to his mouth; so faint and low was his breathing. And then, you see, there was that long journey back to Washington. All enough to kill him. Everything against him. And he such a little bit of a fellow. And so I don't think it possi- ble he could have got over it," said the farmer. "Oh, Mim! dear Mim! it was all for my sake! And if you really are killed I shall break my heart! I know I shall!" cried Elfie, wringing her hands and weeping. R6QOUtESCAT IN?ACE. BU "Miss Fielding," said Adjutant Wing, " there is good hope to believe that the young man is not killed. While I was a prisoner in Monck's camp I got hold of a morning paper in which the return of the picnic party was chronicled, and young Mim mentioned as ' seriously' injured. ' Seriously,' mind; not dangerously. And newspaper paragraphs seldom or never understate a thing." "That is very true, Adjutant, and very hopeful," said Elfie, wiping her eyes; " very hopeful; but I wish I was assured of lIis safety." "You will be so, I trust, in a very few hours. The train will be here at six, and you will be in Washington before ten," said Wing. The old farmer's hospitable wife was busy preparing as good an evening meal as her limited means allowed her to get up for her guests. When it was ready she invited them to a table covered with tea, milk and butter, home-made bread, ham and eggs; and broiled chicken, honey and preserves. Elfie and Wing did much honor to this meal; and by the time it was ended the train of cars was heard thundering onward towards the station. Elfie took leave of her kind host and hostess, thanking' them earnestly for theiz hospitality. Wing placed the young lady in a comfortable seat in the best car;- and the train started again oin its way to Wash- ington. And soon after Adjutant Wing called his men together and set out to join his regiment. , + ' page: 304-305[View Page 304-305] 804 HOW HE WON HBB. CHAPTER XXVIII. ELFIE9S RLRET UKP. One by one, thy duties wait thee, Let thy whole strength go to each, Let nQ future dreams elate thee, Learn thou first what these can teach. One by one, bright gifts from Heaven, Joys are sent thee here below; Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.--A. A. PROCTER. IT was nearly ten o'clock when the train steamed into the station. Elfie got out on the platform. As she had no luggage to look after nor even a parasol nor a hand-bag to encumber her, she quickly made her way to the street, where omnibus-drivers and cab-men were cracking their whips, and vociferating their routes; and where porters were quarreling over their loads, and policemen adding much to the general noise and confusion. Elfie had not been robbed by the guerrillas; and she had still in her pocket the little portmonnie, well filled with "green-backs " and " fractional currency," that her father had given her some weeks before, when,he had gone to join his regiment. So she called a carriage, taking care to pass by all those with yelling drivers, and to select one in charge of a well-conducted coachman. "Where to, Miss?" inquired the latter, touching his hat, ' after he had assisted Miss Fielding into her seat. Elfie gave him the direction. The man got upon his box. And the carriage was driven off towards the par- sonage. "Now I wonder if my sudden arrival will shock Er- minie very much? Or if it does, if the shock will hurt her? She has no reason whatever to expect me. She may even have retired to bed. Perhaps I ought rather to go to a hotel to-night, and send for Dr. Sales in the morning, and '!E LFIE' 5RETURN. 3305 get him to break the news gently to Erminie," mused Elfie, as she sat back in her carriage. But she did not act upon her thought. On-the contrary,} she exclaimed to herself: "Bosh! it won't be such a shock to her, after all! I am not returning from the, grave! She had no reason to be- lieve me dead? And if she had had, though she loved me very much, she didn't love me to such excess as to die of joy at my resurrection. And besides, I couldn't possibly wait till to-morrow to see her, and to fiear from dear little Mim." , And upon this decision Elfie rested, laying back at ease in her cushions until the carriage reached the gates of the parsonage. Then she eagerly looked out to see if there were any external signs by'which she could guess whether the house- hold had retired for the night. "All right! I see the lights gleaming through the library shutters, and I know by them Erminie is still up," she said to herself, as the carriage stopped and the coach- man got down and opened the door. "Here is the dollar agreed upon for your fare! And here is half a dollar extra to reward you for not roaring at travellers like the other hackmen did!" said Elfie, as she quickly thrust the money into the man's hand, and opened the gate. ' " As the carriage drove off again, she ran up the wallk leading from the gate to the front door of the house. And when she reached it she seized the bell-pull and rang a peal like a fire-alarm. The door was opened by old Uncle Bob, who, on seeing his young mistress, jumped a yard backward, exclaiming: "Praise the Lord, .Miss Elfie! is this you? / ' Yes! yes i Where is Erminie? I' cried Elfie, and with- out waiting for an answer, she rushed past, the old man, 19 page: 306-307[View Page 306-307] QV, L. v TV W j-. Y TV L . I II, * tore open the library door, and bounced in upon the young mistress of the mansion. Erminie, looking like some fair spirit of peace, sat in her deep arm-chair by the library table, reading by the light of a shaded gas-burner. On raising her eyes to see who it was who rushed into her presence so rudely, and recognizing Elfie, she laid down her book and arose and opened her arms, and folded the wild girl fondly to her bosom, while her tears fell warmly on the little, black head. "Thank Heaven for your safe return! Oh, Elfie, my dear, I am so happy to have you back again!" said Erminie, gently releasing Elfie, and placing her in the easiest resting-chair. "I was half afraid to come upon you so suddenly, Erminie, dear. I was afraid I should shock you. But in- deed, indeed, I had not self-denial enough to go to a hotel and stop all night, and wait until I could send for Dr. Sales to break the news to you."' "I am very glad you came at once to the house, my dear. The other proceeding would have been highly improper in a young lady, travelling alone, in a city full of soldiers," said Erminie. C Full of soldiers! ' -fiddle-de-dee.! I have been march- ing and counter parching, fighting and flying, among sol- diers and guerillas, for the last ten days! So I have no reason to- be frightened at them. But I am glad I didn't startle you by pouncing in upon you so unexpectedly." " You startled me a little, dear; but it was -with a very pleasant shock." "And oh! I was so impatient to see you, and to hear from my brave little Mim. Oh, Erminie, can you tell me about my little Mim?" anxiously inquired Elfie. "He is quite out of danger,- and is getting well fast." "Thank Heaven for that! I should never have got over his death if he had died, the dear little hero! But-he was in danger?" "Oh, yes. However, that is quite past. I saw him this -morning. I went to see him everyday, for your sake, Elfie.' "Heaven bless you for that, dear! Erminie, were you very anxious about me when I didn't get home that night?" "I was uneasy," replied the Lutheran minister's daugh- ter, who was by no means " gushing," and never exagger- ated her emotions. "I was uneasy: but I thought you must have decided to prolong your excursion, and I knew you were with a large party, well able to protect you."' "* Umph-umph!" said Elfie, who was slightly disap- pointed in not having created a greater sensation. "Umph -umph! But next day, when the excursionists got back, bringing little Mim with his skull fractured, and the news that I had been carried off by guerrillas! How then, Er- minie?" ' "I was very much shocked, and very anxious at first; and I called on some of the ladies to learn the facts. And when I discovered that it was your cousin and old adorer, Albert Goldsborough, who had carried you off, I felt re- assured." "Upon what ground, if one might inquire?" demanded Elfie, rather piqued at her friend's self-possession. "Upon that of a certainty that Albert Goldsborough would allow no injury to be done you. I foresaw that he would detain you in a sort of honorable captivity for a while, and use all his influence and eloquence to induce or persuade you to marry him; and that when he should fail to do so, he would send you back to your home, as he has apparently done." "Indeed I Well, you have a good deal to learn from me yet, Erminie," said Elfie. " You shall tell me all your experience since you left me o. page: 308-309[View Page 308-309] dear; but :not until you have, had rest and. refreshments My curiosity can wait," said Miss Rosenthal, touching the bell. - Catherine 'came to answer. the summons. She had heard from Old Bob of the arrival, and now she came in-r-eager, smiling diffident, and Curtesying to welcome Miss Fielding. "Come and shake hands with me if you are glad to see me, girl! and don't stand there bobbing at me like a Chinese madarin. : That, is no way to welcome a fViend who has returned safely from captivity anmong the guerrillas said Elfie, heartily offering her hand to the German girl, who snatched and pressed it to her heart and lips. "Now, my dear Elfie, what will you have prepared? The fire, I know, is in full, blast in the kitchen range, and there is a plenty of hot water in the boiler, and plenty of provisions tin the pantry. Order- what you like, my dear. Y Ou are at home here, you know," said Erminie. "I know I am, thanks to your boundless hospitality. But I had a substantial meal hours ago at-- an old farm-house near the railway station at the Point of Rocks. What I want first of all is a warm bath and a change -of clothes. Oh, just oly. think of it, I have been ten days without the one or the other!" "Dear me!" said Erminie, opening her brown eyes in dismay. If Miss Rosenthal had heard that her friend had been under fire in forty separate fights in this time, it would not have shocked her so much., "It is a fact, Erminie. And I tell you the deprivation has cured me of one folly," said Elfie, nodding her head. W What, is that? - "The desire to serve as a soldier in the ranks. There is too much grime mixed up with the glory. I shouldn't so much mind the sabre strokes, nor the shot and shell, nor even the commissary coffeej, salt pork and hard tack. But Jj JU Ak A -S 4W -- I wouldn't-no, not even for the sake of my country-would I endure the lack of clean linen and fresh waterand the abundance of dirt and--' inthects," as my friend Billingcoo delicately puts it. So I think I will leave the men wh o are not fastidious to fight the battles, and wear the breeches, and I will rest contented-with crinoline and cleanliness for the remainder of my life." , "I think you would do well," answered Erminie. But now, after your bath and change of clothing, you will re- quire 'something. "What: shall, it be? A glass of mulled wine, a cup of coffee and sandwiches?" "A cup of tea and a round of toast, if you please, my dear. I couldn't go anything heavier than that. After- wards we will have such a talk! You have no idea how much I have got to tell you, Erminie." "Then you shall have your bath immediately, after which you shall slip on a dressing gown and come to my bed-room. I will order your tea served there, where we can talk at ease." - ' "You angel!--There! I don't want to says anything sentimental or sickening, but you are an :angel, if I know anything about the cloudy creatures, which perhaps I1don't. A mere mortal might have put me off with my own room, or any other one ini-this big house; but you take me to yours; consequently you are an angel!" "Nonsense, Elfie." " "Oh, yes, I dare say it is nonsense-nothing more likely. Whenever I speak from my heart I am apt to talk nonsense, I believe." - And then, as Catherine was waiting to attend her, Elfie arose, gave her friend a rousing kiss anid left the library. An hour later than this, at about eleven 'clock in-the night, Elfie, thoroughly refreshed with- her warm bath &and fresh clothing, and wrapped in a white mering dressing gown, and with her feet thrust into white far f ipipers,at page: 310-311[View Page 310-311] 810 HOW HE WON HER. in an easy chair before the bright little wood-fire in Erminie's bed-room. Erminie sat opposite to her, and between them stood a stand with a little tete-a-tete silver and porcelain tea- service. And while she took her tea, which Erminie shared for sociability sake, Elfie related her adventures among the guerrillas. "I have so much to tell you, Erminie dear, that indeed I do not know where to begin. But first tell me: Have you heard from your brother or from Britomarte lately?" "They--they are safe?" gasped Erminie, in sudden, deadly fear. "They are both safe at this present moment. At least it is fair to presume that they are, for your brother was alive and well at seven o'clock this morning; and Britomarte was alive and well at seven o'clock this evening." "You saw them? You saw them both? My brother and--and Britomarte?" anxiously inquired Erminie. "Now I didn't say all that. I said they were alive and well at the times I stated. I will add that they were at liberty, in good spirits, and in no sort of danger," said "You speak of them as if they were together-are they?" "I spoke in no such manner. Nor I did not mean to do so. Together indeed! That's likely. But you haven't answered my question yet. You haven't told me when you heard from your brother and from your friend." "I got a letter from my dear Justin little more than a week ago. He had just been appointed to the command of a regiment of cavalry on duty at W. And he was about to start for that place immediately. His letter was post- marked well, I believe he is still in co and of that "Yes; well, I believe he is still in command of that X ' ' , ELFIE B RETURNe. 8" regiment. But now as to Britomarte. When did you hear from her?" "About a fortnight ago. A letter postmarked Baltimore reached me, merely saying that she was well, and giving me the mysterious information that you were under the protec- tion of Madam Corsoni." "Oh, Alberta! Poor, poor Alberta!" sighed Elfie. "What about her, my dear?" inquired Miss Rosenthal. "Oh, Erminie, as I said before, I have -so much to tell you! You have no idea where Britomarte is?" "INone in the world, unless she is- living in obscurity somewhere in Baltimore and perhaps acting on the stage under an assumed name. Her letters give me no informa- tion of her manner of life, and they bear no address except the broad one- Baltimore." "She is not in Baltimore. She is, however, acting under an assumed name an important part, in the greatest drama and on the broadest stage the world has ever seen." ' In the name of Heaven, Elfie, what do you mean?" demanded Erminie. "I have no right to explain. I had no right even to say as much as I have said. But this I will impart-That it is to Britomarte's tact, courage and heroism that I owe my deliverance from a fate far worse than death, and Colonel Rosenthal owes the most signal victory of his military career!-a victory that has rid the Valley of the Shenan- doah from one of its greatest scourges, and that will cer- tainly make the victor a brigadier-general," said Elfie, in sympathetic pride. "You astonish me more and more. You amaze me, Elfie! / Was Britomarte a spy?" inquired FJrminie, her large brown eyes dilating to double their size. "I am not in Britomarte's confidence. And if I were so, or even if I had discovered her secrets by chance, I, who owe my earthly salvation to her-I should be an ingrate and page: 312-313[View Page 312-313] 812 HOW HE WON HER. a traitor to betrav her. So you see I cannot clearly explain my words. But I will relate my adventures among the guerrillas; and when you have heard them you may judge for yourself; and guess what you like; so that you hold your tongue as discreetly, or rather, let us hope, more discreetly than I have held mine,. said Elfie, as she poured out for her- self another cup of tea. "Do so, then, my dear. I am very anxious to hear all you have to tell me," urged Erminie. Elfie drank her tea and then began the story of her cap- tivity. As she spoke of the spy in the camp of the Free Sword, Erminie nodded her head several times with a look of com- prehension; but she made no comment in words. When Elfie came to speak of her forced marriage she wept with anger and mortification; but Erminie assured her, as Justin had done before, that the marriage was null and void in law. '"MARRIAGE IS MUTUAL CONSENT, Elfie, and there was no mutual consent there," she urged. "You may be right, or you may be wrong, Erminie. I shall take counsel of both clergymen and lawyers before I venture to decide a question in which my honor is concerned. I would rather be a wretched wife than an erring woman anytime. But let me go on with my story. Ah, Heaven! the worst is behind! There were greater sufferers than myself in it I "'Justin? anxiously exclaimed Erminie. "I told you before that he was alive and well. Have you forgotten that? "Who then?" "Alberta! poor, poor Alberta!" You spoke of her just now. Of course she could- not have been otherwise than most wretched in the life she led, poor woman! But I hope no greater misfortune overtook her! i said Erminie. E LFIE'S RETURN. 313 "I will tell you," sighed Elfie. And then she resumed the thread of her narrative, des- cribing the march of Goldsborough's guerrillas andd the battle of the hill, in which Colonel Rosenthal -routed the guerrillas, and in which the Free Sword and his wife were killed. "Killed! Oh, merciful Heaven, not that! Don't say that Alberta was killed in battle!" exclaimed Erminie, clasping her hand tightly, while her eyes dilated with horror and amaement. "Yes, she was killed," wept Elfie. "But how was that?" "Oh, it seems that she would not leave him. You know what a will she had. She would not leave him. She rode by his side through all that bloody day! This is the way I heard the story: His horse was shot under him. She jumped from her saddle and insisted on his mounting hers, and at that moment she saw one of our sharpshooters aim a rifle at him, and quick as lightning she threw herself before him and received the shot in her heart I Oh! Erminie, it was a deadly minie ball! It passed quite through her body, killing her instantly, and entered the bosom which she tried to shield, wounding it mortally." Oh! Heaven-of Heavens!" exclaimed Erminie, sobbing for pity. "So the same ball kille ithem both; but not at the same instant. - He, in his great sorrow, never felt his own wound! He bore her off the field, and sat down with her under the trees at the entrance of an old turnpike road. His disap- pearance seemed to decide the fortunes of the day. The guerrillas lost hope and fled. Some fled down the old turn- pike road; -and, seeing Corsoni sitting there with his dead wife in his arms, theyi urged him to get up and fly for his life ; but he paid no attention to them. They told him that our cavalry were in hot pursuit, and would certainly capture6 page: 314-315[View Page 314-315] OJ$t: IU W aH} WON HER. him if he should remain where he was. But he scarcely seemed to hear their words. They reminded him that when he should be taken an ignominious death awaited him. He did not seem to care for that or for anything on earth but the face of his dead wife, for he never lifted his eyes from it." "His heart must have been broken!" wept Elfie. "It was! Justin says it would have moved his bitterest enemy to compassion to have seen him when he was cap- tured. Some of our cavalry men rode up and. very naturally swore at him, and called him hard names, and ordered him to- yield. He did not return railing for railing, but without lifting his face from the still face of his wife, he answered simply, (I yield.' Justin rode up, and, seeing this sight, ordered the men to withdraw , and then he himself advanced to receive Corsoni's sword. But first he spoke some few words of sympathy and compassion for the prisoner's awful sorrow. Corsoni did not once reply; but laid the body of his beloved wife down and arose to deliver up his sword. In the act of doing so--" Elfie broke down and wept convulsively for some moments before she could resume her story. -"The blood began to spout like a fountain from a wound in his chest. And Justin said, ' You are, hurt.' And he answered 'Am I? I didn't know.' And with these words on his lips he fell dead beside his dead wife." Erminie was weeping; and it was some time before she could speak. When she did, it was to say: "Perhaps theirs was the best fate that could have befallen them-I mean under the dreadful circumstances.; "We all thought so. They were buried side by side in an old country churchyard. It spoke well for the tenderness of our poor soldiers that, tired as they were, they were willing to march three miles to lay the poor woman's remains in consecrated ground; and they laid her husband's body be- side her." X ^ELFIE E VISIT TO LITTLE MM. b1O { May they rest in peace!" said Erminie, solemnly. "Amen," breathed Elfie. The two girls fell into a thoughtful silence until Erminie arose to ring the bell for Catherine to remove the tea ser- vice. And then, as it was twelve o'clock, the friends kissed each other good night, and Elfie went to her own old room that Catherine had prepared for her. CHAPTER -XXTX. ELFIE S VISIT TO LITTLE --MM. One by one thy griefs shall meet thee, Do not fear an armed band; One will fade as other s greet thee, Shadows passing through the laud. Do not look at life's long sorrow; See how small each moment's pain; God will help thee for to-morrow, go each day, begin again.--A. A. PRoOTO. "' WELL, here it is, and a meagre account enough," said Elfie, opening the morning paper as she sat with Erminie at breakfast in the library--"not ten lines of description, if it were put in commoxr type, but filling nearly a whole column in great capital letters like posters." "What is it, dear?" inquired Erminie, who was arrang- ing her cups and saucers on the breakfast tray. "The morning paper's account of the engagement I described to you at full length last night." " Read it aloud, dear, w hile'd pour out our coffee." "1 It is hardly worth reading. It isn't a- hundredth part of what I told you myself. But if you want to hear it, here goes: "' BATTLE OF BLEA K - ILL, . DEFEAT OF THE GUER- RILLAS, DEATH OF THE NOTORIOUS FR EE SWORD. ' page: 316-317[View Page 316-317] :816 - H'OW HE WO N HER, Elfie read these headings, which were all in very con- spicuous type. And then she went on with the description of the fight, with the details of which our .readers are already familiar. "I suppose that the news came. by the same train that brought me last night, although it could not be made public until this morning," said Elfie, as she laid aside the-paper. When they had finished breakfast, and' the young mis- tress of the house had issued her orders for the day to cook, housemaid and man servant, the two young ladies went up stairs together. 'I can't attend you in your rounds through the hospitals this morning, Erminie dear, for I must go first to see little Mim,' said Elfie, as they parted on the landing, each to seek her own room. "But you will go with, me this afternoon?" urged Erminie, with her hand on the knob of her door. "Oh, yes-certainly," answered Elfie, as she disappeared in her chamber. The two, girls came down together dressed to go out. But they/parted at the gate, as their paths lay in opposite /directions. . Erminie entered the little carriage that was to take her first to the Douglas Hospital. Elfie walked rapidly towards, Pennsylvania Avenue, where she :stopped a Navy Yard car, which took her to the eastern suburbs of the city. She got out of the car at the corner of a quiet street, mostly built up in small, detached houses, with small flower yards before them. Elfie walked briskly on until she reached a little cottage in a large ;garden full of fruit trees, where Mim- lived with his maiden aunts, four little bits of old ladies, with thin faces and fair hair and blue eyes, who were as " like as peas in a pod" to each other and:to Mim himself, who loved ELFIE'S VISIT TO LITTLE MM. 817 them sincerely, and who supported them willingly off his small salary as salesman in a fancy bazaar. "They had all lived single for his sake, and brought him up from a baby," said credulous little Mim, "and now he would live single for their sakes, and take care of them in their age." Elfie, in her eagerness, pulled open the garden gate, and ran up the walk and rang the bell. One of the. little old ladies opened the .door. c'Oh, Miss Suzy, how is Mr. Mim? And can I see him?" the visitor exclaimed. "Oh, Miss Elfie, I am so glad to see you back safe. And Mim is much better, thank you. And of course you can see him immediately, for- I do think the sight of you will quite set him up. But maybe I'd better go and break it to him first. His poor head is rather weak yet, and a sudden shock might bring on the fever again." "Yes, I think you had better do so, Miss Suzy, and I will wait here until you come back." "Do. And I will send sisters to see you. -They will be so glad you've come," said the little oldlady, as she left the room. Elfie sat down in the pleasant, rural-like parlor, with its plain, old-fashioned furniture and chintz curtains and chair covers, and waited until she was joined by the three ,other little old ladies, Miss Sophy, Miss Sary and Miss Molly, who all came running to htr,and who all kissed her and made a great crowing over her until the return of their elder sister. Miss Suzy led Elfe up stairs to a clean, whitewashed and white-curtained chamber, where, in a white-covered easy chair, little Mim, in his dressing gown and slippers, and with his head bound up, reclined. He made an effort to rise and receive his visitor, but fell back immediately upon his cushions, i Oh, Mim, dear; don't try to get up, please. I will come page: 318-319[View Page 318-319] 818 HnOW HE WON HER. and sit quite close to you, if Miss Suzy will let me," said Elfie, gently going to his side, and taking his thin hand, and looking piteously in his pale face. "Miss Fielding, this is so kind of you to come to see me. It does me so much good. You can't think how anxious I have been to hear of your safety. I think anxiety kept me back from recovery more than anything else. I am so grateful to you for taking the trouble of coming to see me to-day," said the little hero. (' Oh, Mim, dear, what is there I wouldn't do to show my sense of your worth and my obligation to you!" said Elfie, with feeling, as she seated herself in the chair that Miss Suzy had been holding behind her, and mutely pressing her to taee. "You overwhelm me, Miss Fielding-you do, indeed," said little Mim, with emotion. "I have the greatest respect for you, and for-all the ladies, and I thought it was no more than just natural to lay down my life for you, if necessary -what any man would do for any lady." "But, dear Mim, we had proof enough that day that there wasn't a man on the ground who was willing to risk getting his head broken to save- me from being carried off by the guerrillas, except yourself. Oh, dear Mim, what shall I ever do to prove how much I thank and honor you?" Little Mim blushed up to the edges of his hair, and could not find words- to reply. "' Oh"dear, deary me," sighed Miss Suzy to herself, "I hope she won't marry him out'n gratitude. I truly hope and trust she won't marry him out'n gratitude. Her prop- erty is all constipated by the rebels, and he hasn't the means, with his little salary, of supporting us and a wife, and a whole lot of little ones besides. Lord have messy ) upon us " While Miss Suzy thus bemoaned herself, little Mim found his tongue, and answered, like a miniature Bayard or Roland: ELFIE'S VISIT TO LITTLE MM. 819 ,:Miss Fielding, I now thank Heaven for my broken head, and for every pain that I have suffered in your cause. Miss Fielding, I would have had not only my head, but every bone in my body broken, to have proved my regard for you, or for any of the ladies, and to have awakened such esteem in your mind would have been consolation and reward enough," he added with enthusiasm. "Oh, Lord, its coming," moaned Miss Suzy to herself, "it's coming! I know it's coming. - They'll be engaged before she leaves the room, and married before the month is out." Elfie laid her hand lightly on the bandaged head. "Did you suffer much pain, Mr. Mim?" "No, Miss Fielding-nothing to speak of,"- he answered, slightingly. And then, as if to change conversation from himself, he laughed and said, "Not near so much -as some others." "Why, Mim, dear, what do you mean? Were any of the others injured?-- Not that I care if every coward among them had had his neck broken, so that you were safe. But I thought that you were the only one wounded." So I was, Miss Fielding. But I had rather had my wound than been compelled to change clothes with any of those guerrillas, and caught-what some of my companions caught! On my own account I bear no malice to that big man, for, if he did break :amy head, he left me my clean clothes.;- Elfie laughed at the recollection of the exchange. "Such a set of disreputable ragamtuffins as they looked, Miss Fielding! I heard afterwards that some of them were denied and driven away from their own doors, and had some trouble before they could make themselves recognized by their own landladies." ' Served them right, the cowards! It would have served them right if they had been made to wear those tatters for , the rest of their lives!" page: 320-321[View Page 320-321] OV JaH U W a tI W UN .HE .i . "I think you are hard on them, Miss Fielding. What could seventeen men do against two hundred guerrillas?" "They could have died," said Elfie, ruthlessly. "Yes, but, Miss Fielding,. the guerrillas didn't want to kill them; they only -wanted to take their victuals and clothes and dance with their partners." a They could have resisted, and got their heads broken, as you -did, my brave Mim! They could have proved their manhood in that way, if they had had any manhood to prove. But I suppose they really had not. You were the only man among them, Mim, dear," said Elfie. Again little Mim was overwhelmed and dumbfounded. "Oh lor!/ sighed Miss Suzy to herself-"Oh dear! Now they're getting on dangerous ground again. I know, if I wasn't in the room, she'd offer to marry him out'n gratitude, and -he'd accept, and then there! But I'll take care not to leave the room while she is in it. If he makes an excuse to get rid of me by asking me to go and fetch anything, I'll just knock on the floor for some ope to come up and bring it. For stir from this room I will not!" she grimly resolved. Apparently little Mim also thought that the conversation was getting upon dangerous ground, for again he diverted it from himself. "I don't know, after all, but .what it would have been better if they had resisted the exchange of clothing and got broken heads rather than what they did get. Though indeed they might have got both, for that matter." 4"What was it, Mr. Mim?" inquired Elfie, very indis- creetly. People ought to be very cautious how they ask questions. "Well, ,Miss Fielding, a sort of irritating-a-a-sort of irritating-a-a-a-sort of. irritating--RASH-! at last triumphantly exclaimed little Mim, elated -at having found an inoffensive word to describe the calamity that had over- taken his companions., -ELFIE S' VISIT TO -.LITTLE MM. 821 , Glad to hear it," said remorseless Elfie--"hope what- ever it is, it will ' irritate ' them for the rest of their mortal. career. "But of all the victims," laughed little Mim, "the greatest sufferer was that- dandy fellow-what was his name? Nincomfool?-Sickapoop?--Billydoo? Whatever was the fellow's name? The one with the tea-rose in his button-hole, who played the guitar and, cried and begged so when thg big guerrilla made him give up his fine raiment and clothe himself in rags--Sickafool?--Billypoop?" "Billingcoo?" suggested Elfie. "Yes--thanks. I knew his name was something that put one in mind of turtle -doves and- love-letters! Oh! Miss Fielding-!" And little Mim laughed. "What is it, then-? What about Billingcoo?" "I don't think he got the rash; but I do think he suffered under the impression that-he had absorbed through the pores of his skin the greater half of the weight of rags he wore. He spends his whole income in vapor baths and cologne water!" "Poor dandy! I hope and trust he may be drafted after the next enrollment! Three years of military duty would take the nonsense out of him," said Elfie, as, much to the relief of Miss Suzy, she arose to take leave. "You will stay a little longer with me?" politely pleaded little Mim. "I would gladly -do so-; but I promised Miss Rosenthal to be home to an early dinner, so as to be able to go with her to the hospitals this afternoon," said Elfie. "Every one is praising Miss Rosenthal. She is- called the Angel of the Hospitals," said Mim. "She is rightly so called," "She has been very kind to me also--finding time-in the midst of all- her engagements to come to see me." JI owe her another debt- of gratitude in that, Mr,., imm O v page: 322-323[View Page 322-323] 822 OW -HE WON HWER. Now good-bye for the present,"- said Elfie, holding out her hand. "You will come again?" he inquired, looking up pitiably through his hollow eyes. "Indeed I will come often. I will come every day; and to-morrow I will find you some fruit and flowers, late as it is in the season; and I will bring you the last good new novel that I can find." "Oh no! don't trouble yourself in that way, Miss Field- ing. Bring yourself! that will be all sufficient for me," said little Mim, gallantly. "I will bring myself and whatever else I please, Mr, Minm. So there now! Now good-bye for to-day. And remember that, present or absent, I shall never forget your brave defence of me, Mr. Mim." "Good bye, and God bless you for this delightful visit, Miss Fielding." And so Elfie left the room, escorted by Miss Suzy, who though she really liked her young visitor very well, was now heartily glad to see her out. In the room below the other sisters had a. nice little luncheon -spread out upon a table covered with a clean cloth. Tea and toast; chipped beef and light biscuits; and stewed apples and new milk. They pressed Elfie so hospitably that she was obliged to sit down and- partake of the refreshments. After which she thanked them and tookl leave. When Elfie was fairly out of the 'front garden-gate, Miss Suzy closed the house-door, and then turned to her sisters and raised her: finger in my sterious warning. "What ever is the matter now,?' inquired Miss Molly, and echoed Miss Sophy and Miss Sarah, gazing at their elder sister in perplexity and-uneasiness. "We don't wan't Jim to marry, do we? 7' she inquired. "Oh lor'!" exclaimed the other sisters, in horrified chorus. MEETIN G MN THHE HOSPITAL. 823 a 'Well, then, we must keep a good look-out! She's a nice girl and I like her! but if we don't take care, she'll marry Jim, whether or no!- " "Marry Jim'!" echoed all the other sisters. "And if Miss Suzy had said, "She will murder Jim," and they had believed her, her words could not have caused more consternation. "Yes, she will!" repeated the elder sister. "Marry Jim! Our Jim! Oh no'! she's a pretty girl, and a clever girl, and a good girl! and we like her! but we can't afford to let her have our Jim! Our Jim must not marry! CHAP'TER XXX. AN UNEXPECTED MEETING IN THE HOSPITAL,. Forgot were hatred, wrongs and fears; The plaintive voice alone she hears, Sees but the dying man.-SooTT. WHEN Elfie got back to the parsonage she found Erminie waiting for her in the.-library, where the dinner table for two had been set. At Elfie's age girls can eat a hearty luncheon and imme- diately afterwards eat a heartyf dinner, and suffer no incon- venience from indigestion either. So Elfie sat down to the table and opened her napkin. "How is Mr. Mim?" kindly inquired Erminie.-, "Poor fellow! I do believe but for his strict temperance habits, that blow would have killed him. As it is, he is getting well fast, just as you told me. His head is weak yet, though. And I took care not to excite him. I did'nt breathe a word to him of my adventures among- the page: 324-325[View Page 324-325] guerrillas., I allowed him to take it for granted that I had been sent. home under a flag of truce." " And he knows nothing of your forced marriage ? " "Not a word',t " Nor of the ,battle with the guerrillas ? J ' "But I should think he would see that in the news- papers.' : .They don't allow him to look' at one in the present state qf his -health. But, Erminie, tell me about your pro- tdgds in the hospitals." "Nearly all my boys are doing very well, Elfie. Two of them only, will die. One has his mother with him, and if mother and son were not both such earnest Christians it would half break my heart to see them, for she is an old woman and he is her youngest son and only surviving chilld. The other boy is far from every friend he has in the world, and so he is my own peculiar charge. He too is a child of God, and will meet death as serenely as if he were eighty years old instead of eighteen. Just as I left the hospital they told me that a train of ambulances had arrived, bring- ing in a large number of wounded from some recent battle- field. So we shall have a plenty of work on ou: hands, Elfie. I have four hampers of lint sent me fromn the Noath. And directly after dinner we shall have to take a carriage andacarry it to the hospitals. It must be wanted now." Oh,: Heaven. help us, Ermine ! We not only xsup full of horrors,' but it seems to me we rise, breakfast, dine, Sup and sleop full of horrors, in these war times. I don't know how you can stand it, Eorminie. Has it hardened or strengthened you ? ", - Strengthened me, 'I hope, dearest," answered Miss Rosenthal, as;`he arose from the table. j Bob was despatched to the livery stable where Erminie kept her little carriage. and horge. Ad Catherine was -sent up into the attic to the linen room to fetch. down the hampers of lint. And so, when Erminie and Elfie came down ready: dressed to go out, they found the carriage at the door and the ham- pers stowed within it, and old Bob on the coachman's box. "Drive to the hospital, Robert," said Miss Rosenthal. And the horse started. A drive of some twenty minutes-brought them to the front of the extensive buildings. "I declare, it looks like a funeral' here," said Elfie, notic- ing the crowd of ambulances that were drawn up before the hospital. But when the two girls alighted and Elfie had a nearer view and saw wounded men piled like slaughtered cattle in those ambulances, ani bleeding men carried up the steps of the hospital; and when they entered the building and she found the atmosphere pervaded with 'the scent of fresh blood, and the staircase slippery with gore, she could re- strain herself no longer, but screamed and hid her face against Erminie's black robe. ( Elfie! Elfiet if you cannot command your feelings, my dear, you must return to the carriage. You can do no good here unless you are calm and strong," whispered Erminie. "Oh, but I never saw anything so horrible! It is like human shambles, anl it turns me 'sick. I have been here many, many times, butL never saw anything like this!" shuddered Elfie. "Becauae you -have never before happened to be here when they were bringing in the recently wounded. You had better go back:to the carriage, Elfie." "No, no: pray let ine go on with you. I willnot give way again, indeed I will not," said Elfie, lifting her face. And she kept her promise, although there passed her at that moment two soldiers, bearing betweei;: them a ghastly burden-a man with a livid face, and a bandaged head crim- soned with blood. page: 326-327[View Page 326-327] 826 HOW HE WON HER. Old Bob, with a hamper of lint under each arm, followed the two young ladies. Erminie led the way up the first flight of stairs to the first floor, and turned at once to the clothing room attached to, that ward, and under the charge of a Sister of Mercy. It was a room furnished all around with shelves and drawers like a dry goods store, and filled with ready made under clothing, dressing gowns, bed linen and nappery. A mild-eyed, black-robed young sister arose to receive the visitor. "I have brought you a fresh supply of lint., Sister Agnes," said Erminie. "Ah, yes; we are very glad to have it; it is very much wanted. We had not near enough for the fresh cases-we have received to-day." "From what battle-field do these come, Sister, do you "I don't. Some of them came up by the steamboats. So I suppose there has been another battle somewhere down the river. And some of them, I know, came by railroad from the valley, where there has been a fight with the guerrillas." " Oh!" said Erminie. And then as time was too precious to be spent in talking, she took up the large basket of oranges she had brought, and bowing adieu to this " mistress of the robes," she passed down the corridor, attended by Erminie, and followed by Bob, who had been back to the carriage, and had returned with a large basket of jellies and fruits. "I visited one-half the wards this morning,--and I must look into the others this afternoon," said Erminle, as she turned to the right and opened a door leading into a long room, furnished with a double row of little white beds, on nost of which lay wounded men. Smiles of glad welcome greeted this young angel visitant s soon as she appeared. MEETING IN THE HOSPITAL. 827 'RHere, Elfie. You take this basket of oranges, dear, and go down one row of beds while I go down the other. And give each man one. Sister Frances says that the men in this ward may all eat fruit," said Erminie. ;- Elfie took the basket of oranges, and went down the row of beds as she was bid, pausing at each to speak a kind and cheering word, and to give an orange. At length she reached the -very last little bed in the corner, and without looking at its occupant, she said: "Well, you are the last, but you will not be the worst served, soldier. Here is the very finest orange in the whole lot. Just as if I had saved it on purpose for you. I hope it will refresh you. And-I hope you are not badly wounded." "Elfie!" in a feeble voice exclaimed the wounded man. "Great Heaven!" cried the girl, starting, and nearly dropping her basket of oranges. She stood beside the bed of Albert Goldsborough. "Elfie, didn't you know me?" he sadly and faintly in- quired. "No. I was picking out tne biggest orange for the man who had to wait the longest, and so r didn't look at you, and didn't know you. You might have been sure of that. And now that I do know you, I take back all I said and all I gave. Hand me that orange. I have nothing for you." "Not even forgiveness, Elfie?? he sighed, as he restored the fruit "Nothing," she answered grimly, turning from him and walking back. The hospital beds were very narrow and very near together. - The wounded soldier that occupied the one next to Albert Goldsborough, heard and saw all that had passed between him and Elfie., Now turning painfully on- his side, he -stretched out his hand towards Goldsborough and said: + . page: 328-329[View Page 328-329] 828 . HOW HE WON HER. : CHeR, Reb. take (half my orange. - Do now-you're welcome -to it. A Reb. boy gave me half his, bread and water:while, we lay together on the battle field before I was brought here; and I: haven't forgot that yet! Take half my, orange, Reb., or if you're thirsty take the whole."' Albert Goldsborough smiled and shook his head, saying : r I thank you, but cannot take it. The lady who gave it would not like the transfer. . Elfe heard all this and felt ashamed. She stopped short nd- burst into tears. She was almost hysterical with con- tradictory emotions., [But she ,knew .it would/ never do to make i scene in the ward of a-hospital, "The noble soldiers! they. cherish no feelings of bitter malignity against our brave foes. It is only we, miserable, mean,i little non-combatants, who never risked our lives in the cause, who are as venemous as; reptiles! I will follow the example of our dear Union boy there," thought Elfie, as she hurried to the side of the young soldier of whom she had spoken, and said, with emotion: "You are better than I am"! You are a brave, good, generous fellow, and I hope I shall know more of you." ;. The young soldier smiled and -said, a little obscurely: !: "You see, Miss,;we must save the Union at any cost.; but we don't all hate eaoh otherefor all that." '"No, replied Elfie, humbly. And she passed on to Goldsborough's bed land said . "Albert, I didn't mean it--indeed I didn't! Take the orange again, dear-do!. It isn't you that I am angry-with. It is treason. And my feelings are so contradictory--pull soviolently opposite ways-that I feel as if my very soul, was being drawn. asunder by wild horses! Oh, if you had been,tru6, to your country 1 Oh, if you had only been 1true!" she- exclaimed, dropping on her knees. and hiding her face: on the edge of his bed, while she' sobbed convll- sively- MEETING: IS THE HO SPITAL 829 She felt his hand laid softly on her, head, and presently afterwards she heard him 'groan-a low, deep, irrepressible groan, that seemed to have been wrung from him by extreme Elfie lifted her tearful face and took his hand in hers. That hand was burning with fever. . "Are you wounded, Albert? Are you wounded badly? Tell me, dear." , Yes, Elfie, badly." "I knew that you were taken prisoner; but I had no idea that you were hurt until I saw you here. How did it happen? Tell me all about it, dear, unless it troubles you to talk.- If it does, don't speak." ".It relieves me to talk to you, Elfie. When I turned from the lost battle. field, it was to hurry to the spoVt where. I left you to provide for your safety. But I was pursued; and when I was about half way across the plain, between the hill and the grove, a minie ball from a sharpshooter struck my leg above the knee and shattered the, bone--" , Oh! -my dear--" --"Almost. at the same time I saw a troop of horse gal- loping from the -opposite direction. In a moment, Elfie, I was surrounded and captured And they took me at- once to Colonel Bosenthal.. But, Elfie, as I sat there in my sad- dle before him,:my limb hung, a shattered, useless, helpless mass beside my horse's fla:k. XI did not speak as I handed him my sword. I was very glad not to be spoken to;, for if I had been obliged to openl my compressed lips to answer I should have groaned in agony. And didn't want my enemy to hear me do that." "Oh, Albert, I am sorry I I am so sorry! Is it very painful now, dear? Have they dressed it well?" ; ("They have dressed it very well, Elfie; and they are trying to save it, but it is so very painful- now that Idoubt if they can do so." page: 330-331[View Page 330-331] VVv HE . WON H ER. imbh, Albert, there is no danger of your losing your "We shall know by to-morrow morning whether we can save it or not. But, Elfie, I am not so anxious to save my limb as I am to obtain your forgiveness for the great wrong that I did you," he said. "Oh! Albert, dear, don't talk of that. It is past; and don't you see, dear, that I am friends with you?" "Thanks, Elfie-thanks! You should understand, Elfie, that farce of a marriage, with the license, and ring, and parson, and prayer book, all regular, was yet of no sort of value in law, unless it should be ratified by your consent," he said. "I :know-I know, Albert. But do not let us talk of such exciting things. Your fever is rising, and-here comes Erminie.' ' Miss Rosenthal had not passed down her side of the ward as quickly as Elfie had passed down hers. Erminie's walk was more like that of a physician in charge. She was familiar there. She: had to stop by the side of every bed, and hold a conversation'with, the patient or a consultation with the nurse. And so her progress was slow. "Now, however, having got to the end of her row of beds, she approached her friend, and saw the new patient. "Albert Goldsborough! is it possible!" she exclaimed, in 'urprise-surprise immediately suppressed by her habitual ;aution as a hospital visitor. "Yes, Miss Rosenthal, I am here," he answered. "I am very, very sorry to see you lying thus," said Er- ainie, taking his hand, and laying her finger upon his pulse. 'You are feverish, and must not give me a word of explan- tion yet. Elfie, my dear, your presence is no sedative just ow," she added, turning to the weeping girl; "so you may o down. Inquire your way to the office of the surgeon in barge, and ask him, in my name, to send one of his assist- M1E I Jl:l IN TtH 1N "L n Ur1 A'A . UJJ1L ants here; for here is a patient who needs immediate atten- tion." Elfie arose; but, before leaving the spot, stooped over the wounded man and kissed his forehead, murmuring: "Good-bye, Albert. If you ever doubted my reconcilia- tion to you, believe it now." "Thanks, dear Elfie! You will come again?" he said, holding her hand and detaining her. :"Yes, I will come as often and stay as long as they will let me,? she sobbed. "Now go, Elfie dear. Go at once. He is suffering ex- tremely for want of attention; and his wound must be looked to immediately," urged Erminie. . Elfie sat her basket of oranges within Goldsborough's reach and pointed imploringly to it, and she had the comfort of seeing him smile, and take one and put it to his lips, before she left the ward. In a very few minutes one of the young assistant surgeons came up in answer to Miss Rosenthal's summons,. and stood beside the bed of the intensely suffering man. a Yes, Miss Rosenthal, his'wound must be looked to im- mediately," said the young man. And Erminie got up to go. "Good-bye, Colonel Goldsborough. I will see you again to-morrow, when I hope you will be better," she said, gently..- "Good-bye, Miss Rosenthal and a thousand earnest thanks." When Erminie had entered the carriage, and had given her order to the coachman to drive to the Emory Hospital, and when they were once more on their way, she turned to her silent companion and said: ' Elfie, my dear, you must be very careful what you do, unless you would fetter your whole life with that forced marriage. As it stands now, without your consent it page: 332-333[View Page 332-333] is not binding on you. With your consent it becomes indis- soluble." ! I :have not consented. said Elfie. "M}y dear, not in words, perhaps; but actions speak louder than words. There is such a thing as constructive consent. Your manner may be so construed, Elfie, as to forge you fetters that you cannot break in. all your life. I speak in warning, to save your future from misery, my i dear." , , "Oh, Erminie! would you have had me act otherwise than I did to the wounded, perhaps dying man? Oh, - . Erminie! I tried-I did indeed-I tried to be firm and A hard and cruel, but I could not! I could not! And when I saw his face blanched, and his eyes drawn in, and his lips ! wrung with the agony he was trying to bear in silence, H- I could-couldn't be, unkind to him!" wept Elfie, burying her face in Erminie's mantle. "Nor' would I have you be unkind, Elfie, my dear," said Miss Rosenthal, caressing her.- "Be askind as you please. Do everything for him that Christian love inspires. Only take care that you give him no hold upon your future life." "Oh, Erminie! Erminie! I never had much self-control! And since my soul has been so torn between my old love and my hatred of treason, I have less! Oh, Erminie, I :cannot say to myself that I will, go 'thus far and no farther!"7 "Then I do not understand you, love. I only wished to caution you, that you should not, through inadvertence, forge chains for yourself that it would gall you to wear." "Oh, Erminie! no! you .don't understand me! How should you, when I don!t understand myself?-When I saw him at the head of his band; strong, rampant, insolent; in arms against the goVemnent; doing his arrogant will with everybody, and,.ityhelf among the rest. I hated him, or I thought I'od! d I prayed that he might come to iffi ,., .J. 1.. ; . , ' t tis,^ and come to worse!/ And now, when I see him stretched, broken, helpless, and writhing in agony in that bed, as if it was a rack, I feel as if my cruel prayers had been granted, and I had brought him to-it!" she wept. That is. morbid, Elfie. Whatever brought Colonel Goldsborough a wounded prisoner to our hospital it was not your prayers! For we know that heaven never hears the prayers for vengeance. But one word, Elfie. If Colonel Goldsborough rises from his bed again, do you mean to ratify with your consent that forced marriage?" "If he rises Oh, Erminie! you have looked upon too many wounded men not to know when you see the face of a dying one! Oh, Erminie! -you must see that-he will never, never rise from that bed!" said Elfie, breaking into fresh sobs. No, no, Elfie, I see no such thing; that ghastly look of agony is by no means the look of death, which is usually very peaceful. No, Elfie, Colonel Goldsborough may possi- bly lose his leg; but he has a very fine constitution. And I see no earthly reason why he should lose his life. It is in anticipation of his recovery that I warn you not to allow your compassion for him in his present condition to com- *promise your future relations with him. .But here we are at the Emory," said Miss Rosenthal, as the carriage drew up before the gates of the hospital. N. , page: 334-335[View Page 334-335] CHAPTER XXXT. POOR ELFIE'S HONEYMOON. Can this be death ? Then what is life, or death ? igt "Speak " But he spoke not. ,Wake " But still he slept ; -But yesterday and who had mightier breath ? A thousand warriors by his word were kept In, awe. He said, as the centurian smith- "Go." and he goeth; ,, Come," and he steppeth forth. The trump and bugle till he spake were dumb, And now naught left him but the muffled drum.-BxBtow. THE next, morning it was Elfie who was all impatience to get off to the hospitals. On nearly all former occas;ons when Elfie was to be her companion in her rounds among the sick and wounded soldiers, Erminie had been very much "tried" by her friend's dilatory habits. But this morning Elfie was dressed and had the carriage at the door long before Erminie had got through her domestic duties of-the forenoon. And so Elfie spent the time in walking impatiently up and down the hall, until at length Erminie made her appearance in bonnet and shawl. "You will go to the hospital first?" inquired Elfie, anxiously, thinking and speaking as if the hospital in which Albert Goldsborough lay were the only one in the city. "Yes, dear; for your sake I will go to 'the' hospital first. After which we will visit the others. But, Elfie, dear, excuse me if I repeat my warning of yesterday, Be as kind as you please; but take care not to compromise your- "Now, Erminie, when did I ever take care of myself, in any way? You might as well ask a fish to fly. I cannot say to my heart, Ithus far-no farther.' I never could. Besides, Erminie, his livid, agonized face has haunted me all the night --through. Don't sa y any more to tme, please. I don't want to lose my self-possession again this morning. I don't want to go to the hospital with red eyes," said Elfie. aWell, my dear, I will say no more-but this: Since you cannot take care of yourself, I pray Heaven to take care of you,' said Miss Rosenthal. They entered the carriage and were rapidly driven to the hospital. Arrived there, they found all signs of yesterday's horrors effaced. The wounded had been all properly cared for, and the halls, stairs and lobbies had been washed. Erminie had her usual short interview with the surgeon in charge, and then passed up, accompanied. by Elfie, -to the wards on the second floor. . Elfie went at once to the ward in which Albert Goldsborough had been placed. She passed hastily between the two long lines of little beds, until she came to the end, when she stopped and uttered a half-suppressed cry. Albert Goldsborough's bed was empty. She turned her wild dilated eyes, full of the question her lips could not utter, towards the Union soldier who occupied the next bed. "Yes, poor fellow!" said the soldier, " they've taken him to the operating room." "The operating room! m" gasped Elfie, with suspended breath. "Yes, Miss. ., "But---why have they taken him there?" she found power at last to ask. - "To amputate his leg, poor fellow!" ' (To amputate his leg! '" exclaimed Elfie, again echo- ing the soldier's words. "Yes, Miss, it, was the only way, of-saving his life, it seems. This morning when the assistant-surgeon looked at his wound, he sent immediately for the- surgeon in charge, and they both examined it together and decided that the leg must be taken off at once, if the man's life was to be saved. page: 336-337[View Page 336-337] O09 H-OW HE WON HER. Elfie, unable to stand, sank pale and trembling down upon Albert Goldsborough's empty bed, and sitting there, with clasped hands and strained eyes, waited for the soldier's farther words. "The poor fellow objected very much; said that his leg had ceased to give any pain at all; that it was quite easy; and, except for weakness, he never felt better in his life; he had-had the best night's rest he had ever enjoyed; his leg hadn't troubled him once; and he had waked up this morning quite- refreshed though rather feeble." "Then why did they persist in the operation?" cried Elfie. "To save' his life, Miss, as they explained to him. His freedom from pain was, under the circumstances, the worst possible symptom. Mortification had commenced in the wound and was rapidly extending upward, and it became necessary to amputate the limb without delay." 'IAnd then he'consented?" wept Elfie. "Yes, Miss." "How long was that ago?" "They removed him about ten minutes before you en- tered the ward; Miss." "So they are even now at their dreadful work! They have him even now stretched upon the ghastly operating board, alnd are -torturing- his nerves and fleshK with knife and saw!" shuddered Elfie.- Oh, Albert! oh, my love, my love, if I could bear it for you!" And, the loyal Union girl, who had discarded and defied her rebel lover in the days of his pride and his power, and who had believed her own words when she told him that the one burning aspiration of her heart was to see him hanged for his treason, now burst into a convulsion of sobs, and wept over his sufferings the sorest tears she. had ever shed- in her life. "Don't distress yourself so much, Miss. He will not t POOR. ELFIE'S HONEYMOON. 387 feel it. He will know nothing after he is stretched upon the operating board until it is all over. They are going to give him chloroform," said the young soldier, trying to comfort the weeping woman. Elfie struggled to regain her self-command. She recol- lected with compunction that the hospital ward was not the place to indulge in the exhibition of strong emotions. "isten, Miss," said the soldier boy-"I know he will not- feel it. See, Miss-I had my leg taken off two weeks ago, and I never felt it; and just look how well I'm getting over it." There was an instantaneous sympathy in all the words and looks and actions of the impulsive girl. "You had your leg taken off! And you are so quiet and patient and cheerful under it all! Oh, my poor boy, I didn't know it! I didn't, indeed, my poor child, or I wouldn't have been so indifferent jto you!" she said, speak- ing to this young soldier, near her own age, as if he had been her son, or her little brother; and kneeling down by his bed to bring her compassionate face closer to his own. "It is nothing near so bad as you seem to think, Miss. Bless you! see how many have lost both legs, or both arms, or one of each. And see how many have lost their lives! I consider myself one .of the lucky ones, Miss. Only I don't dare to write and tell mother yet. I don't know that I shall ever tell her. Whiit would be the use? I think I shall wait and not go home until I get the bran new patent leg Uncle Sam is going to give me; and then I shall walk in on'mother, in a new pair of boots, and she will never know what is in them, or that one of my limbs has gone to the grave before me." "Are you your mother's only son?" inquired Elfie, still kneeling by the bed. "Oh, no, Miss," answered the boy, smiling; " and neither is she a widow. Mother has a husband and seven 21 page: 338-339[View Page 338-339] 338 How- HE WON H E R. sons in the war. I am only her youngest. But, bless you, -Miss, she loves us all as if each was her only one." - But if her husband and all her sons are in the war, who is at home with her?" inquired Elfie, not, however, forget- ting the man on the table in the operating room, even while feeling much interest in the new object of her sympathy. "'Our sister is at home with mother. And I really do believe," added the boy, smiling archly, " that nothing but their crinoline keeps them out of the army!I "Nothing but our crinoline, if that is to stand for our sex, keeps-thousands of us out of the army!" said Elfie. At that moment the door at this end of the ward opened, and a litle bustle ensued. Elfie arose from her position, and held her breath in awe. Through the door a small procession like a funeral train entered the ward. Four men bore between them a bier on which was spread a narrow mattress, with the motionless form of a man extended at full length on it, and covered with a white sheet, and altogether looking like a dead body. Behind the bier walked the assistant-surgeon. This procession was simply that of the hospital nurses bringing in the mutilated man, still-in the deep swoon, of chloroform, and under the personal direction of the doctor. But as they approached, Elfie turned deadly pale and faint, and gasped forth the inquiry: "Is he gone? Oh, is he gone? Has he died under that dreadful operation? / "Oh, no, Migs,' said the young soldier, kindly; he is only unconscious. They will recover him as soon as they get him on the cot again." Elfie caught her breath and clasped her hands, and strug- gled for composure. The soldier nurses lifted the mattress, with its nearly lifeless burdene, and laid it on the cot, and then turned down' POOR ELFIE S HONEYMOON. 339 the sheet, and revealed the face of Albert Goldsborough, livid, but quiet, like the faces of those who have recently fallen asleep in death. Elfie, holding her hands, upon her heart, drew near, and took courage to ask the assistant surgeon: "Doctor, oh, Doctor, how -did he bear the operation?' Will he survive it? Oh, will he?" The surgeon turned, and seeing the, anxious and pleading face, guessed at once that the inquirer was " something " to the sufferer, and answered perhaps more kindly than truly: "Yes, Miss, we hope he will do well. You are a friend or relative of this man?" "Dear me, Doctor, if you were not a very recent arrival here, you would know me as well as you know the dis- pensary. I have been in the habit of coming here daily, with little intermission, for the last three years," said Elfie, rather impatiently evading the doctor's question. "I have been here only for the last fortnight," he re- plied. v "OOh, I was away during that- time. But I was here yesterday with Miss Rosenthal, and I brought you her message to come to this very patient." "Oh, yes, I remember. But now my' dear young lady,' said the surgeon, who had not once taken -his finger from the pulse of the man on the cot, since he had been laid there, "now my patient Ashows signs of recovery, and he must positively see no one near him but his physician and nurse. I must beg you to retire." - "But, Doctor, H-I am his friend,' said Elfie, at length driven to this confession. "If you were his mother or his sister, his wife or his sweetheart, I could not let you see him, or rather, I could not let him see you, when he wakes," said the surgeon, firmly, though kindly. "Yes, Elfe, dear, you must let me take you away. Any page: 340-341[View Page 340-341] 840 HOW HE WON HER. sudden shock might be fatal to him when he wakes," said Erminie, who had come unperceived to her side. Elfie turned away, with difficulty restraining her sobs. She paused a moment by the side of her new acquaintance on the next cot. "Good bye, young soldier," she said, "I shall see you again to-morrow. And I hope we shall know you better. You are one of the heroes of this war. And I feel sure that your past courage in the field equalled your present fortitude in the hospital." Theboy blushed and smiled to hear such warm praises from such pretty lips, and he watched Elfie as long as she remained visible in the ward. As soon as the two girls were in -the little carriage again, Elfie suddenly seized Erminie and hysterically exclaimed: "Oh, Erminie! Oh, Erminie! You saw him . You saw how livid and sunken he looked!" "Yes, dear, Hsaw him." "Oh, Erminie! you have been tending the sick and wounded in the hospitals for nearly four years, and you have, had a great deal of experience. You know almost as much as the head surgeon himself, and a great deal more than these young under graduates, who take off a man's limb so deftly. And you saw how he looked. Will he live? Will he live?" "I hope and trust so, my dear," said Miss Rosenthal gently., When people say they hope and trust, they always mean they don't believe," cried Elfie, wringin g her hands. Miss Rosenthal tried to turn the conversation. "You forgot to keep your appointment with your little champion yesterday, Elfie." : (Ihad forgotten- the very existence of little Mim." sobbed Elfle. '.ShallI1 tell the coachman to set- you down thereI? It is directly on our way to the Emory Hospital." POOR ELFIE' S8 HONEYMOON. 341 "No, tell him to drive me first to the nearest bookseller's, and then to the next fruit shop. I mustn't go empty- handed,when I do go," said Elfie, remorsefully. Miss Rosenthal gave the proper directions, the coachman drove to the designated places, and Elfie, made her pur- chases, and in due time was set down at the gate of little Mim's cottage. , "Call and pick me up as you come back from the Emory, Erminie," said Elfie, as she passed through the gate. "Certainly," smiled Miss Rosenthal as she entered the cariage, which immediately drove off. - Elfie was well received by the little old Misses Mim-all the better received because she had missed her appointment with them on the day before. It argued well for them they thought that she was not so over fond of Jim's society, and perhaps she was not so over anxious to marry him after all, they said, nodding their heads together. Little Mim himself welcomed his visitor with an efftlsion of gratitude. THe stopped her apologies with his thanks, and accepted her books, and her fruit, and her company with delight. Elfie sat two hours with him; but she refrained from men- tioning-the presence of Albert Goldsborough inthei hospital. She refrained from two reasons: the fear of exciting the injured man, and the dread of hearing him abuse one-who was now only the object Of her compassionher anxiety, and her affection. It was late in the afternoon when Miss Rosenthal called in the carriage, paid little Mim a short visit, and then took Elfie home. The next morning Elfie was all feverish impatience to get to the hospital where Goldsborough lay, And Erminie so strongly sympathized with her in her anxiety that she despatched her domestic affairs in great haste, and was seated beside Elfie in the little carriage an hour earlier than usual. page: 342-343[View Page 342-343] They drove rapidly to the hospital, and while Miss Ros- enthal was holding a consultation with the sister:in charge of the clothing room, Elfle hurried to the second floor and entered the: ward Where-her patient lay. Merely bowing to the nurses in attendance, she passed swiftly up between the rows of beds, but paused suddenly beside that which sustained the wasted form of her lover, who seemed to be sleeping, or swooning; she could not tell which. A great change had passed over the face and form of Albert Goldsborough since the day before. His face was more livid and;sunken then ever; black shadows had gath- eretd in the hollows of his eyes, and temples, and cheeks, and around his pallid lips, which, drawn tightly apart showed the dry, glistening teeth between them. His eyes were half open and half opaque like the eyes of the dying. His shrunken form beneath the closely clinging counterpane, revealed the rapid wasting of flesh and-muscle that had gone on even in the last few hours. As soon as Elfie's eyes fell upon him she suppressed the scream that rose to her mouth, and turned in agonized inquiry to her friend on the next cot. "te h, what has happened since last night?" she fal- tered. " I am very sorry to tell you, Miss, but for some reason or other the stump broke out bleeding in the night, and there . was a very exhausting hemmorrhage before it could be stopped again.' "And-is there-great danger ?" faintly inquired Elfie, sinking upon the chair that stood between the two beds. "Well-no, Miss, we all hope not, if it doesn't break out again," answered the young soldier, hesitatingly. "But--caan it break out again? Is it likely to do so ?" anxiously inquired Elfie, now gazing in distress upon the ghastly face ofher lover, and now turning appealingly to her new friend. nd W Well-perhaps not, Miss," said the young soldier, pain- fully suppressing the truth to avoid wounding her. Again Elfie's gaze was fixed upon the fallen face of her lover, who opened his eyes and recognized her with a wan smile. "Thank you for coming, my love. I knew you would come to-me. They told me, when I asked for you, that you came yesterday, but that they could not let you stay to see me. I knew that you would come again-to-day, Elfie," he said, feebly holding out his hand to her. X Oh! Albert, dear, my heart bleeds for you," she cried, trying to keep back her rising tears. "You know my fate, Elfie?" "Oh no, dear; none but the Omniscient can know that. But I feel sure, if you will only keep quiet and not let- that happen again, you will get well. Come, Albert, I will not excite myself or you either. But I will not leave you again, dear. I will stay with. you until-until you get well. See!" she said, drawing from her pocket the wedding-ring that she had once indignantly torn from her finger, but still refrained from destroying. "See, I put on your ring-I put it on now of my own accord, willingly, gladly, so that I may stay and nurse you! See!" a Elfie-darling! stop! mind what you are about! Do not compromise yourself! I may live!" said the almost dying man, laying his feeble hand on hers. "Heaven grant that you may! But now see! she said, slipping the ring firmly upon her finger, and adding-"I will never leave you more, Albert, never, never." '"Ah, my poor girl! I always knew you loved your 'traitor,' although you hated his treason! exclaimed Goldsborough, feebly raising the ringed hand, and pressing it to his lips. At that moment the surgeon, in making his rounds, came up to Goldsborough's bed. At a short distance hpe as fob ] 4' -, -'s page: 344-345[View Page 344-345] lowed by Miss Rosenthal and one of the nurses in close consultation. While the surgeon was feeling the pulse of his patient, Elfie was straining her ears to catch the words of the con- versation between Miss Rosenthal and the nurse. At length, as they drew nearer, she heard the latter say: "No, Miss, the surgeon seems to think there is no hope in the world for his life! His death is but the question of a few days or hours." Elfie knew that the hospital nurse was speaking of Albert Goldsborough, and though, from his appearance, she might have been prepared, and perhaps was prepared, to hear such a sentence, yet for an instant her senses reeled and she caught the back of the chair for support. Then with an effort she recovered her self-control, and turned her eyes on the face of the assistant surgeon, who was still examining his patient, and tried to read in its ex- pression some reversal of the nurse's sentence. But the surgeon's face was quite impassible. Presently, however, he looked up and addressed Elfie. "Young lady, I do not wish to be discourteous," he said, very gently, "but my patient's condition demands the ;trictest quiet, and will not admit of his seeing visitors. Pherefore, I must requestyou to retire." For all answer, Elfie deliberately arose and took off her loves, mantle, and bonnet, and laid them on the empty hair. And then, while the surgeon was staring at her as to see what she would do next, she answered firmly: "No, doctor, I cannot leave him. I must remain with im until-until he leaves the hospital." "But, my dear young lady-" "Say no more, doctor. I will not leave him. My place by his side. I am his wife," And Bo saying, she came to the side of the cot and placed )r hand in .that of the dying -man, who closed his wan THE R iBE L UWN JIA bi A A U 6 14 A VI Vm z ,C* U1XV fingers over it, and raised his eyes, full of unspeakable love, to her pitying face. In the utmost perplexity, the surgeon turned towards Miss Rosenthal for an explanation. "Yes, doctor," said Erminie, gravely and sweetly, "she has a right to stay with him. She is his wife.- CHAP'ITER XXXTT. THE IREUEL RIDES ON(. HS RAIDS NO MORE.) Do not cheat her heart and tell her, A"Grief' will pass away, Hope for fairer times in future, And forget to-day"-- Tell her, if you will, that sorrow Need not come in vain; Tell her that the lesson taught her Far outweighs the pain.-A. A. PooToaR. So Elfie was permitted to rem-ain in the ward and nurse her husband. There was no provision in the hospital for extra nurses, and every woman who came to attend the sick bed of husband, son or brother, had to take the chance of catching a wink, of sleep or a mite of food or drop of drink as best she could. As Erminie was about to take leave of her friend, she stooped and whispered': "You do well to remain, dear Elfie, but there are no ac- commodations for you here, so I will send Bob, back with such comforts as I think you will be most likely to need, and I will also speak to Sister Agnes to let you have the use of her dormitory sometimes, and I hope your health will not suffer.)' "Thanks! a thousand heartfelt thanks, dear Erminie, for all your kindness, and above all, for the greatest kind- ness of not blaming me for this," said Elfie. "My poor girl, I never shall dream of blaming you now," page: 346-347[View Page 346-347] 7 ^, As xi wt V IN 1 ^ nS ^ murmured Miss Rosenthal, turning away to conceal her emotion. :While they had been speaking, Albert Goldsborough, with his hand clasped in Elfie's, had dropped into one of those light and fitful slumbers that attend the dying. When Erminie had left her, Elfie remained holding the hand of the sinking man until he awoke with a start, and looking up at her with a smile, murmured faintly: "Yes, you are there. It is no dream. You are there." "Yes, I am here, never to leave you again, Albert." "But let me keep hold of your hand, so that if I drop asleep again, I may know, even in my dreams, that I have you." She gave him both her hands, caressing his, and looking on him with unspeakable tenderness. . "Elfie, my darling," he murmured,-" when I look at you so, and think how I wronged you, it almost breaks my heart! I amsorry I amsorry!" "Albert, dear, don't look so! don't speak so! You have done me no wrong at all-none, none, I say. But if- if "If what, Elfie?" "Oh! if I could only hear you say-say " "Say what, my darling girl?" "Say that-that you are sorry-sorry for taking up arms against your native land!" sobbed Elfie. With a spasm of pain Goldsborough turned his face to the wall. "Oh, Albert! I would give my life this day to hear you say that, and say it truly! Heaven knows I would! I would! my own love!" cried Elfie, sobbing as if her heart would burst; yet knowing that such indulgence of emotion was wrong in herself and injurious to the wounded man, and trying hard to compose herself. With difficulty Goldsborough turned his head- and THE REBEI ON HS RAIDS NO MORE. 54( shoulders, the half- of his body that he could move, around towards her and faced her again. "Elfie," he said, sadly and frankly, "if I were conscious of having done wrong, I should be sorry for it now,s or never. ' A death-bed 's a detector of the heart,' 'tis said. If the course you blame so bitterly had been a career of crime, I should know it now, if ever, and I should atone for it by a death-bed repentance. And you, and all who think with you, would unite in approving and consoling the peni- tent. But- when I speak my next words, Elfie, you and yours may harden your hearts against me. I cannot help that. For, Elfie, not to secure the good will of the people around me-not even to secure your sweet presence, which is the only earthly consolation I have now left in life-will I deceive myself, or you, or them. Listen, Elfie, and then leave me if you must. Here lying in the hospital, wounded and dying, and surrounded by the enemies of my country, and in danger of losing your love",I tell you I am not sorry for what I have done. I do not repent the course I have pursued. I know now, as I -knew then, that I was and am right. There, Elfie! That is the faith in which I shall live and die. You, Elfie, think differently. And I do not blame you. The freedom of opinion that I claim for my- self I give to all others. Now then,:my dearest, if your conscience commands you to leave me, leave me. And if you go, I shall not reproach you, even inamy thoughts. I shall thank you from the bottom of my heart for all past kindness; I shall love you as long as I live, and I shall bless you with my dying breath. Now go, my beloved, if indeed you must." "Oh, Albert " exclaimed Elfie, struggling to suppress her tears, "you know I will never leave you while you live! never, Albert, never! I cannot convert you, but I cannot help loving you!" she added, stooping and pressing her lips to his. - page: 348-349[View Page 348-349] ... .,a. nW U N HER. "fMy poor, dear girl, I wish we could think alike ." -he murmured, feebly caressin g her head, that lay so near his bosom., "And now let us talk no more of this horrible war. Let us forget for a while the madness of the rebellion," said Elfie. "Not just yet, my Elfie. I must justify myself in your eyes, for your sake, if possible," he murmured. "Oh! do not--do not! Oh! say no more. You are already too much excited. I was very wrong to have started the subject. I have raised your fever; and the doctor would serve me right to turn me out of the hospital," said Elfie. "My dear girl, you have not excited me. Don't you see that I am past all that. Elfie? Besides, I must say more in selfjustification, Only to you, Elfie. I Would not stoop to justify myself to another," he proudly added. ? "Go on, then, but don't--don't fatigue yourself:" "Listen, then, my darling girl: You and Iare diamet- rically opposed to each other on the subject of this civil war, are we not?" - "Yes, yes; more's the pity."? -"So say I, 'More's the pity.' And yet, diametrically opposed as we are, we are each of us true to our firmest onvictions of duty, are we not?" "I truly believe so," admitted Elfie. "And so far each of us is right. We are both right in dhering to- what we conscientiously believe to be our Elfie was puzzled and silenced. Goldsborough went on. "rWe should either of us be very wrong to give up our onest convictions of duty merely to please the other.,' Elfie was still perplexed and dUmb-foundered. "Listen, my darling. In the old days of intolerance, ,ligious persecution was the great madness. The onee . . THE R EBEL OI N HS 1 I AA Da W U MOUV i J O. t Christian sect that happened to be dominant persecuted all other Christian sects, and for the glory of God, roasted them alive; and the other Christian sects, still for the glory of God submitted to be roasted, and hoped for the crown of martyrdom. But by and by the tables would be turned, and the dominant sect would be down and some other sect would be up anid the persecutors would become the persecuted, and the roasters the roasted. And again, whatever was done or suffered on either hand was for the sake of conscience and for the glory of God. Now, Elfie, in the face of such facts as history gives, when men so honestly differed in such mighty issues that they were ready to sacrifice each other and: to yield up their own lives, each in defence of his own peculiar convic- tions, what have you to say?" "W hy, that there are many wrong ways and but one right one, if we could only find it," said Elfie. "Yes, if we could only find lit," smiled Goldsborough; "but in the difficulty each must take the way he thinks to be the right way; and to him it will be the right way. Elfie, my darling, the days of intolerance are passing away. Religious intolerance is a thing of the past. Political in- tolerance and social intolerance will follow it into oblivion. lMeanwhile-" "Meanwhile, dear Albert, you are talking too much.' Do not think it necessary to :justify yourself to me. Let me stop all with this-" she said, stooping and pressing her lips to his. " I love you, Albert, I love you-I love you; that is the one thing I am surest of now. There, close your eyes and try to sleep, with my hand in yours, and my face near yours," she murmured, dropping her head on the edge of his pillow. He smiled, and with one hand clasped in hers, and the other laid lightly among the black tresses of her bended head, he closed his eyes, and tried to rest. page: 350-351[View Page 350-351] He was in that state of physical decline when conversa- tion is not exciting but exhausting. lHe was very much exhausted, and he slept. Even in that crowded ward they were, from their position, nearly isolated. 'The cot was in -the corner, with a window at each angle; and their nearest neighbor was the young Union soldier who had lost his leg. The boy, from a sense of politeness, had turned his back upon them, and was occupying his attention with a newspaper. Elfie's patient slept, and Elfie never moved and scarcely breathed, lest she should disturb him. How long the days in the hospital seemed. People came and went. A low hum of conversation prerailed. Once Elfie was conscious that a consultation was going on by the bedside of a patient half way down the row of ,beds on the opposite side of the ward. And soon after she heard a little bustle of preparation, and she saw a proces- sion like a funeral train bearing that patient on his mat- tress on a bier -from the ward to the operating room. The procession had to pass- her to go out by the door at her end" of the ward. And as it went by, she knew that another Victim was about to lose a limb and, perhaps, his life also. This victim never came back. In an hour afterwards Elfie learned from the nurses that he bad died under the knife, and had been taken to the dead house. The dinner hour' for the patients came. And the beef tea, wine whey, chicken broth, milk punch, boiled rice, calf's foot elly, and whatever else had been ordered, or provided, was served around. It was sometime before Albert Goldsborough awoke; but when he dida choice was given him among all the delicacies furnished to the sick. .He had no appetite, but was con- sumed by a geat thirst. So he asked only for iced lemon- ade, and got it. Elfie raised his head while he drank it. "That will do, my dearest," he said, drawing a deep breath of relief when he had drained the glass. "Only keep me in a plenty of this, and I shall do well. Cooling drink is the only material want I have left me," he added, smiling. "You shall have a water codler full of it set by the bed, so that I can draw it ice cold from the spigot whenever you like," said Elfie, as she laid his head back on the pillow. "But you, myy darling! What provision is there here for your comfort? ItHow will you eat and drink? Where will you sleep?" he anxiously inquired. "All right. Don't distress yourself, Albert, Erminie will send me my meals. And Sister Agnes will give: me the use of her room, when I require it," answered Elfie. Albert Goldsborough seemed very much refreshed by his long sleep and his cool drink, and now he was inclined to talk'a little more, "Elie," he said, "if I die, my widow will be one of the wealthiest women in Virginia." - Dear Albert, you are a great deal better. -You are not going to die. And if you were, I know very well that wealth would never console your widow for your loss. But you will live, Albert. You will get over this and live!" "If I do live, Elfie, I will atone to you for all I have made you suffer. If I die, I have the comfort of knowing that yon will be very rich'n this world's goods." "Pray-pray don't talk so, dear." "I must, Elfie! I must explain, while I can, my worldly position, that you may understand it and know how to pro- ceed in -the event of my death. Elfie, my uncle and aunt Goldsborough, and their unhappy daughter, being all dead, and there being no other heirs, all the vast estates appertain- ing to the elder branch of the Goldsborough family fall to me, v as heir-at-law. The mansion in Richmond, the villa on tile sea-side, and the plantation in the valley are all mine. The page: 352-353[View Page 352-353] 852 HOW HE WON HER.. plantation-house is in ruins, I believe; but the land is-there, of course. And the rest of the property everywhere is intact; and, united to my own hereditary acres, makes a vast estate." "As if I cared for that! Oh, Albert, I only care to see you get well," she murmured. "And I will get well, to please you, if I can, Elfie. And as I said before, if I live, I will devote my life to your hap- piness. If I die, I will leave you the wealthiest widow in Virginia. For, Elfie, listen, my dear - whichever party conquers, you will be all right. If the Confederacy triumphs, as the widow of a Confederate officer, you will succeed to the half of my estate. If the Union triumphs, as the daughter of a Union officer, and as an unquestionably loyal woman, you will still be allowed your widow's rights to the one-half of my estates, although the other half may be confiscated by the conquerors." "Albert! Albert! if you wilt talk so, I cannot -help it, of course! but you distress me very much," wept Elfie. "I have done, my dear, girl. I will say no more. And although you could not bear to hear my words just now, you will think of them in calmer moments, and act on them in after days-or your fAther or friends will for you. Give me your hand once more, beloved, and I will try to sleep again." Elfie gave him her hand and dropped her head on the pillow beside him, and again his exhausted frame sunk to rest. f On this' occasion he slept longer than on the former one. And Elfie never moved and scarcely breathed, until she felt a hand laid lightly on her shoulder, and looking up saw Sister Agnes standing by her. "Miss Rosenthal has sent your dinner, and also a box of necessaries, which I have placed in my room. Will you come now?" whispered the sister. THE REBEL ON HS RAIDS NO MORE. 353 Elfie shook her head and pointed to the sleeping man, whose hand still firmly clasped her own. And just at that moment, as if the sleeper dreamed or divined that she was asked to leave him, 'e started and closed his fingers upon hers with a convulsive grip. "You see?" whispered Elfie. "I see. I will keep your dinner warm and come again after a while," said the sister, stealing softly away. The hours crept slowly by and the afternoon waned towards evening. At four o'clock the patients had their tea, but Albert did not awake. At six o'clock the assistant-surgeons in charge of the wards made their rounds. These rounds were always attended with some little bustle, and the bustle always awoke nervous sleepers. -It awoke Goldsborough. "Here still, my guardian angel," he said, smiling grate- fully on his watcher. "Here always, Albert. What will you have now-? The others had their tea two hours ago. You can have yours now, if you like." "No, nothing so warm as tea. A draught of that deli- eious lemonade. I am so thirsty." Elfie filled a glass from a pitcher of iced lemonade that she kept at hand, and then she lifted his head while he drank it. "Ah, that is so refreshing," he said, with a sigh of pleasure, as she laid him gently back on his pillow. At that moment the surgeon in charge and Sister Agnes came up together. "Well, you are looking much better this afternoon. I think the presence of this lady is a great restorative," said the doctor, cheerfully addressing Goldsborough. "So great a restorative that it will save me if anything can," smiled Albert. 22 page: 354-355[View Page 354-355] Vi JH UW u JL H WON HER. "Well, now, we must look at your leg. And we must ask the lady to retire while we do so." Elfie hesitated, until Albert turned to her and said: "'Yes, darling, go. You need to be relieved from duty here for a little while, and now is your best opportunity. You shall return when they have done." "Come with me," said Sister Agnes. And Elfie stooped and kissed her husband, and then arose and followed the nurse. "Oh, Sister Agnes," said Elfie, when they had left the ward, "you have experience; you can tell- me; don't you think he is much better?" "Yes, I certainly do," replied the Sister of Mercy, glad to be able to give the anxious young questioner some real encouragement. "And-don't you think he will get well?" eagerly inquired Elfie. "I think there are good grounds to hope so," answered the sister: " there is certainly a great change for the better in him since this morning." "Sister Agnes, is there any particular danger that may threaten him, and can I guard against it in any way? "My dear, I will. be frank with you. there is a possi- bility of another hemorrhage from his wound. You can guard against that by keeping him quiet and\ following the doctor's directions in all matters." -"Oh I will be so careful," said Elfie. And by this time they had reached the little refectory used by Sister Agnes, and her companions, and where Elfie's dinner awaited her. A simple dinner of boiled chicken and' mashed potatoes, rice pudding and green tea. "I added the green tea, my dear, to keep you awake. I suppose you will want' to watch to-night?" ;' Oh, yes, yes! Many thanks for your kind thoughtful- ness)' said Elfie, earnestly. THE REBEL ON HS RAID'S NO MOREi. 355 When Elfie had finished her light repast, Sister Agnes took her to a small sleeping room in the third story, con- taining two little white beds, two little wash-stands and two chairs--and having no other furniture. "( Sister Mary-Joseph and myself sleep -here. That is my bed by the window. I advise you to lie down on it and rest for an hour or two before you return to your patient. He will be well taken care of during your/absence, never fear,"' said Sister Agnes. "Yop are verr good, but I would' rather go back, when I have bathed my face and arranged my dress. Where is the box Miss Rosenthal sent me, please?"I "Here it is," said the sister, drawing a medium sized trunk from under the bed. The key was tied to one of the handles, and Elfie untied it and opened the trunk. Erminie had sent her a soft gray mering wrapper, suitable for nursing, a soft pair of cloth slippers, a change of clothing and a great plenty of fresh pocket-handerchiefs and towels. Elfie dressed herself in these comfortable habiliments, and then requested her guide to show her back to her ward. '{For I never could find the right way by myself, I am sure," she said. The sister complied with her request and attended her to the door of the ward, where she left her. A few steps within the room Elfie met the assistant surgeon, and stopped him to put the same questions she had already put to the sister. "He is much better, doctor, isn't he? He will recover, won't he? "We have good reason to hope so, Madam," answered the surgeon. "But I cannot get him to take any nourishment. He has no appetite; only a great thirst, and he will 'take noth- ing except lemonadej' complained Elfis. page: 356-357[View Page 356-357] "Then do not force nourishment upon him. Give him the drink he craves," said the surgeon hurrying past her to attend to his other business. Elfie went down between the two rows of little white beds until she came to the. corner where Albert Golds- borough lay, He was wide awake, and waiting for her. He seemed refreshed, and cheerful. "I have been looking for you, my darling. The doctor has given me an opiate, and ordered me to go to sleep, as if one could go to sleep to order! I could not do so with- out your hand in mine.' Sit by my bed, dear Elfie, and let me feel that you are there while I sink to rest," he said. And Elfie took up her old position, with her hand clasped in his, and her cheek on the edge of his pillow. CHAPTER XXXIII. AT PEACE. Here lurks no treason here no envy swells, Here grows no damned grudges; here are no storms, v No noise, but silence and eternal sleep.- SHAKSPEARE. DURINT G Elfies: absence from the ward all the sick and wounded had been made as comfortable as circumstances would permit for the night. The greater number of them had been quieted by opium. And even those who could not sleep lay in benign repose, under the influence of that blessed but much abused " gift of God." Certainly the great good of opium never was so realized and appreciated as in the military hospitals during the war. Here, for instance, in this one ward, were as many as fifty patients, in every stage of wounds, fever and suffering; so nervous,-so restless, so excitable, as not to b e able to bear a ray of light, or a sound of noise; yet exposed to the bright flaring of the gas-burners; to the irrepressible step in your room at night. :Where silence, stillness and dakness seemed the very necessary conditions of life, these sufferers had only noise, hurry and glare. And this was quite inevitable in the crowded wards. And from these causes alone delirium and death must have often ensued but for the benign influence s The nurses administered it pure, or in combination with such other medicines as each case might require. And then the restless, irritable sufferers ceased to disturb them- selves and others with their tossings and groanings; and with their wounds dressed, their heads cooled, and their nerves quieted, lay under their smoothly straightened white counterpanes in perfect repose. And now that-the patients were quiet, the nurses also were still, and the gas was turned low. And aeace descended like a blessing on the As Elfie sat beside rher patient, and looted down along the lines of white beds, with their calm occupants, she thought that there was something of Heaven in the aspect of the scene. While she so looked, she observed in the farthest corner of the room, near the last bed on the opposite side, a group gathered. She saw that this group consisted of a surgeon, a chaplain and a nurse. Presently the chaplain knelt by the bed, and began to pray in a low tone, audible only to the patient on the bedand te people who stood around it. page: 358-359[View Page 358-359] 358 HOW. HE WON"HER. In, a few minutes the chaplain arose, stood silently by the patient for awhile, and then, with the surgeon, left the ward. And the nurse drew the sheet up over the face of the dead. And though all passed so quietly, Elfie knew that a soldier's soul had departed. Some twenty minutes passed away, and then four men came; in at the lower door, with a bier,.upon which they placed the mattress with the dead man, and carried him out. , And all this was accomplished silently, without disturb- ing the other patients in the ward. The nurse, when her duties to the dead were done, came softly stepping up to Elfie's side. "Some poor fellow has gone to his rest. Who was it?" inquired Elfie. "Poor young Carnes, the boy in whom Miss Rosenthal was so much interested. We have been expecting his death for many days. And now he is gone. He passed away perfectly conscious and perfectly resigned. And he left his love, and his little pocket testament to Miss Rosenthal, ^ said the nurse. And then she went her way to her other duties. Tears stood in Elfie's eyes. "And yet he is only one among thousands and thousands who have perished like him, in the flower of their youth. Oh, this war! this war! she sighed. - Then she looked down upon her own patient. He was sleeping peacefully under the influence of the opiate. The hours passed quietly on towards midnight. ZElfie with her hand held prisoner the hand of her patient and her head resting on the edge of his pillow, fell asleep. The, nurse passing softly on her rounds of inspection, paused to gaze on this scene, the poor mutilated man and his -weary wife, both sleeping so peacefully, and so- uncon- 359 AT PEACE. scions of the danger that w evident to the n u rse's e xperi- ence. "Poo r things," she mumured, "let them slee p while they may." she awoke it was nea Elfie slept several hours W hen she awoke it was near day. She looked at her little watch and saw that it was four o'clock in the morning, Her patient w as still sleeping very calmly, although she had, on waking up, unconsiously drawn her hand from Oh , e is a great deal better ! agreat deal better! He will be sure to get well!"said Elfie, gazing with satisfaction and thankfulness upon the calmly sleeping face. She bathed her own eyes and temples from a little pocket flacon of cologne water to wake herself up more effectually, and then she sat cheerfully watching for the dawn, and fre- quently looking down upon the face of her patient. An hour more had passed ;hen, looking upon Golds- borough's face, she fancied that it had changed, and grown paler and more sunken. While gaz ing intently, to be sure she was right, she became sensible of a sound of dull, soft trickling and dropping. Thinking of nothing but that her jug might be leaking and her lemonade wasting, she hastily arose to examine; and her eyes fell upon a sight that made her senses reel: beside the bed was a crimson pool formed from a, stream of blo0d&that trickled and dropped from under the counterpane. In an instiant Elfie knew what had happeed. The hem- orrhage had broken out again, and the patient was fas bleeding to death in- his opium sleep. Suppressing the s reamthat arose to her lips, Elfie Lsew noiselessly down the ward to the spot wshere the nurses hesstand night-wathers satanbreathlessly told them Of the - fatality. - One of the nurses hasteded out to feth asurgeon, and the other accompanied Elfie back to her patient. th/te cou page: 360-361[View Page 360-361] 360 HOW H-E WON HER. The woman immediately uncovered the stump of the mutilated limb, and placing her hand to the lips of the woundl pressed them together to stop the hemorrhage until the surgeon should arrive. The action awoke the sleeper. He gasped for breath and stared around him in bewilderment. Efie was already by his side, with her hand in his. But his feeble hand had no longer the power to close on hers. He was dying fast. "What-has-happened? he panted, turning his eyes, wild with the approaching struggle, up to the face of Elfie. "My love, my love, it is only your wound bleeding a little. We will stop it soon," she replied, in a low and soothing tone, repressing all exhibition of the despair that was nearly breaking her heart. "I--I am dying, Elfie! Pray--pray--for me, darling," he gasped. Elfie sank on her knees, and spreading her arms over him, prayed fervently: "Oh, Heavenly Father, forgive him, forgive, and receive him and bless him, for our Savior's sake," she cried over and over again, in the earnestness of her supplication. "Amen, Amen," he breathed, at every interval of her prayer. "Oh, my love, my love I! Christ will atone to God for all your sins. And H-I will do all I can to atone to man!" wept Elfie, as she arose from her knees. The surgeon came hurrying to the,..scene. But a single glance at. the dying man assured him that all his own medical skill, all the world's medical skill would never suc- ceed in saving him now. Albert Goldsborough turned his fading eyes on his wife, and feebly tried to raise his hand. She understood him and bowed her head, and took his hand and passed it around her neck. AT PEACE It Elfie-forgive--forgive -" he breathed and then failed. "Oh, my dear love, I have nothing to forgive," she wept, pressing her lips to his clammy brow. " "Bless you-Elfie--Bless ' "he panted, and stopped. His eyes glazed and his head dropped. He was dead, in Elfie's arms. "He is gone, my dear. Come away," said the gentle voice of Sister Agnes, who had come softly to the side of the bed. Elfie laid her beloved burden back upon the pillow, gazed at the dead face in unutterable love and grief, pressed her lips upon the cold brow, and then turned and gave her hand to Sister Agnes, who led her from the room. Well it was for Elfie that she was not of a temperament to suppress her emotions. As soon as she had reached the little bedroom in the third story she threw herself into her friend's arms and burst into a flood of tears." The Sister of Mercy, young in years, but old in her ex- perience of sorrow, let the mourner weep and sob, until she had exhausted the violence of her emotions. Then she led her to one of the beds and made her lie down upon it, and soothed her with tender caresses and gentle words. And then saying that she would go and send a messenger for Miss Rosenthal, she left Elfie to repose. It was still very early in the morning, just about sunrise, when Erminie came in her carriage, ii answer to the sum- mons, and was shown immediately to the little room occupied by Elfie. On seeing her friend, Elfe -started up and fell upon -Erminie's bosom and gave way to another outhurst of sor- row. Erminie silently embraced and supported her until the paroxysm was over. Then she made Elfie lie down again paoxsm*a , a * page: 362-363[View Page 362-363] 362 HOW HE WON HER. on her bed until Sister Agnes had brought up a cup of tea and a piece of dry toast, which they persuaded her to take. "And now, my dear," said Erminie, when Elfie had drained the cup, "you must put on your bonnet and mantle and return home with me. The carriage is waiting at the door." - "Oh, Erminie! I cannot-I cannot leave him here!" wept Elfie. "And you shall not, dear. I have spoken to the surgeon in charge, and he will speak to those in authority and take the necessary measures to have the remains of Colonel Goldsborough removed to our house, where the funeral shall be solemnized," said Miss Rosenthal. "Oh, Erminie! how can I ever thank and bless you enough!" exclaimed Elfie. The! Lutheran minister's orphan daughter stooped and kissed the sorrowing girl, and then with her own hands put on Elfie's shawl and bonnet and made her ready for her ride. Lastly, Miss Rosenthal, in a graceful- and earnest manner, thanked Sister Agnes for her kindness to Elfie, and then took leave. When they were in the carriage, Erminie said: "' Give yourself no uneasiness about the details of this sad duty, Elfie. I will send for the proper people and have everything done to your satisfaction." "Oh, thanks, thanks, with all my heart and soul!" wept Elfie. When they reached the parsonage, Erminie made Elfie undress and go to bed, and soon had the comfort of seeing the weeping girl sob herself to sleep. Erminie sent for her friend, Dr. Sales, and put all the arrangements for the funeral in his hands. And then she sat down and wrote a letter to Elfie's father, telling him all that had happened, and begging him to get leave and- come to his daughter as soon as possible. AT PEACE . This letter, as it afterw ards appeared never reacheOst- Major Fielding, who happenedat the very time of its post- ing to be on his way to Washingtoon i The funeral of Albert Goldsb rough took placwhee on heun- ay. He w as interred in the same burial groun dl where the r emains of the deceased members of the Rosenthal family Elfie returned from the grave sorrwful bu t composeed, and that night she was blesse andwit the firstie e e that had visited her weary'mind an& body sinceher meeting wit h her wounded husband in the hospital. On the next day, Monday, Elfie, dressed in her widow's weeds, wa seated in the library , seeking om f o t a rhigd ance from th e pages, when she heard the momestrent after the library door was opened, a nd Major Fielding entered the room. Seeing a quiet little woman sittin there in widow's weeds- with her fine hair concealed under a widow's cap, and know- ing nothing at all of what ha&- happenea to his daughter within the last fewweeks, the honest majr suppo s , he had made a mistake, an(i intruded upon one of liss aosenthal's visitors. An withan-- I benthag your pardon, Madam; I was told that I should find my daughter here,", e was about to back out,when Elfie looked up, and exclaimng: ?, started up and , Papa! papa! oh, don't you know me. flung herself into his arms, and sobbing violently, clung to Elfie you You in this dress! And weeping so! What is the meaning of it all?" de in unbounded astonishent' and-.don't blame "Oh, papa, papa dear, don't blame me,: him, or my heart will break!" shbedlmlfie. r But-rWhat do you mean, girl? Blamewho? Blame ,what?" cried the major in amazement. page: 364-365[View Page 364-365] 364 now HE WON HER. "Oh Papa, I couldn't help it, dear, indeed I couldn't! Weither could e" she wept. "tNelp what? Compose yourself, and explain, ifyou can girl Whydoyou weep? wh are you earing this dress?can said the major, sinking into the nearest chair, anuddrawing Elfie down upon his lap. "Papa, I was carried off by guerrillas andobliged to do it. And.--indeed, I am not sory I did itnow. And he was mortally wounded, pap, and dg in the hospital, nd after all we did love eanh o ther s o mu, and tha was owas. O. onbmh u, papa dear, don't be angry wih me, oyou will killme!t" said ElfIe, bursting into a fresh flood of tears. I am nof angry, but Ichelieve I am half crazed. Will you tell me, Elfjewhy you grieve so bitterly, and why you, who never were a wife, should be wearing a widow's dress ', Said the patient veteran. dres? - I told yo how i wpapa I told--oldyouhow i wa , don 't blame us, papa, or if you mus blame any- body, let it be me. I was an' me him; he can't defend himself an y ullonger. YoU mayr'ila him, but he cannot reply, i ips are mute now, and the dus lies onthem, cried Efie, breaking into hysterical sobs. In'despairof g aining any clear information from his dis- tracted daughter Major Fielding arose and placed her gently in the chair, and thened l Bob answered it e went and rangthe bell. Ms Miss Rosenthal in the house?"n "Yes, sir.' "Wil you ask her to oomeher, if she pleases 9 In a moment after Erminie entered and greeted 3/fjor Fielding'with grave and sw ee courtesy .- IErminie, my dear, tell me the meaningof this get a coherent word out of I can' Othis hyste r AT ?EACE . 865 "But-did't you get my letter of Friday last?" in- quired 1Miss Rosenthal. , "No, my dear; for on Friday last I left for, Wash- ington." "Then I have a serious story to tell you, Major Field- ing; but I will tell it as briefly as possible. Sit down," said Miss Rosenthal. Major Fielding took a chair. Miss Rosenthal seated herself; and while Elfie sobbed softly behind her pocket handkerchief, and the major listened attentively, Erminie told t]e story of Elfie's abduction by the guerrillas, her forced marriage to Albert Goldsborough, the surprise of the guerrilla camp by the Federals, the defeat and death of the Free Sword, and the capture of Goldsborough, the deliver- ance of Elfie, and her subsequent meeting with her husband in the hospital, and all that followed thereupon. "Oh, papa! papa! do not reproach me, dear! do not, or my heart will break!" sobbed Elfie, is she once again threw herself into his arms. "I have no thought of reproaching you, my poor girl," said the gentle father, caressing his child. " And do not blame him, papa!-oh, do not blame him! He is dead now!" she wept. "And the dead are sacred, my girl," said the major, gath- ering his child closer to hiis bosom. page: 366-367[View Page 366-367] wVV H-IOW H. WON HER. CHAPTE- XxXTV, WINGWS GATTANT CHARGE. "Spare man nor steed, use utmost speed, Before the sun goes down, You, sir, must ride," the colonel cried "As far as Pendletown." "elorel," the brave young man saith, "To hear is to obey I Comrades! the path is fringed with death t Who rides with me to-day?"-EnDMrsvs ScoTra. EveRY one knows how hopefully the campaign of the Spring of 1864 opened. In almost every engagement the Union arms triumphed. Colonel Rosenthal's regiment performed their parts of duty, suffered their share of casualties and received their meed of glory. But the glory of War is inseparable from the gloom of death. The regiment was decimated. And it had to be filled up with raw recruits. And Adjutant Wing, for "gallant and meritorious conduct," was promoted to the Jrank of Captain and placed at the head of Company K. in a position rendered vacant by the casualties of war. At this time the regiment was stationed at the town of C. On the afternoon of the day when Wing received his captain's commission, he entered the quarters of his colonel, and saluting him respectfully, said in a tone rather of reproach than of gratitude, for he was by no means elated at the change: " Lpresume that I have to thank you for this promotion, sir?" "Not so, adjutant. I confess that I am selfish enough to desire always to retain you at headquarters. No--I had nothing to dowith the affair beyond speaking of you as you deserved in my report. With a soldier, to hear is to obeyr Wing. And whether I like to lose my adjutant or not, and WING 'S GALLANT CHARGE. 367 whether you like to leave the office or not, you must assume command of your company before the dress-parade at sun- set,' said Colonel Rosenthal. Wing bowed and left his colonel's presence. And at the dress-parade he appeared with his captain's straps at the head of his company. But if Wing was not satisfied with his promotion, neither was his company satisfied with their captain. Apparently there was no love lost between them. When the dress parade was over and the men at liberty to rove over the camp and gather in groups to smoke orE gossip, the members -of company K were heard to indulge in mutterings of discontent, not loud but deep. Before the appointment of Wing as their captain, company K had been commanded by a tall, stalwart, athletic first lieutenant, who, was very popular among the men. And this circum- stance made the "baby adjutant," as they called him, still less acceptable as their captain. ' "To put that little fellow over us! a mere lad! 7 indig- nantly growled Sergeant Copley. "Looks like a girl in boy's clothes!" grumbled Corporal Bang. (' Boy,/ (girl? Why he is a mere infant!" exclaimed Corporal West. s A- mere threadpaper! a mere cobweb! I wonder how he'll stand fire!" laughed Sergeant Jones., "I wonder what the devil the Secretary of War, could have been thinking of!" muttered Corporal Quartz. "I should like to see him in an engagement once!" said Copley. "And so should I " "And I!"--muttered each malcontent in his turn. For even so freely would the best disciplined soldiers can- vass' the characters of their superior officers, in their absence. / *v ;\ page: 368-369[View Page 368-369] wwow -Ju-w n iH WON HER, "I'll tell you what, boys," said Sergeant HayS you are talkingof one you know nothing about. Captain Wing has been in the service less than a year and has already distin-. guished himself on several notable occasions." "Oh yes! we dare say he made a very good spy to creep into guerrilla camps. - We heard all about that. And no doubt he was a very fair accountant and kept the regimental books in good order. But we want to see him under fire before we throw up our caps and hurrah for him as our cap- tain," laughed West. "He has been under fire a score of times and never blenched. And I can tell you this, my comrades: When you do see him under fire, you will see one who will not drive you like sheep, but lead you like men. You will see one who will not get behind a tree during the engagement and cry-' Go on, boys!' as some of our gallant officers have done; but who will dash on in advance and shout to you-' Come on, boys!' And if he does not inspire your whole company with valor, I know nothing of him." "We shall see," said Sergeant Jones, incredulously. "We shall see," echoed the others. Very soon they had an opportunity of seeing. The' next morning the third battalion of the regiment under Major Kerr, the same battalion to which Company K belonged, was ordered to march to P. to destroy certain salt- petre works belonging to the enemy. P. was a well forti- fied town, distant about forty miles from C., and the inter- vening country was infested with guerrillas. The orders were issued at seven o'clock in the morning. By half-past seven the battalion was under arms, with two days' rations. And at eight o'clock they marched. Their road lay for some miles through the mountainous and heavily wooded country east of C. Then through open fields and meadows, and lastly into the depths of the valley forest. WING S GALLANT CHAR'GE. 69 At noon they halted for an hour's rest and refreshment, that men and horses might be in good fighting order when they should arrive at their destination. Then they continued their march until they emerged from the forest and entered upon the more open country, diversified with hills and valleys, groves and meadows, brooks and rivers. Winding between the hills, striking across, the meadows and fording the rivers, they at length came in sight of the entrenched saltpetre works. Then a momentary halt was called; an order was given; the bugle sounded the charge, and the whole cavalry force advanced at a gallop. A fierce fire was immediately opened upon them from behind the breastworks. In the hail of bullets a man fell here and there, and a riderless horse bounded out of the line of march and rushed madly over the plain. And thebe gallant men dashed onward under that storm of death to take the works- by assault. But presently a more serious danger menaced them. The one section of a battery possessed by the rebels of this post consisted of two guns. These guns were now brought into position and trained so' as to bear directly upon the right flank of the approaching" column; and the first shot fired, at so short a distance, took!-fatal effect,- tearing its way through, and leaving a track of death filled up with riders and horses overthrown, struggling, wounded, mutilated, dying, or dead. "ACAPTAIN WING! advance with your company and take that battery!" shouteit-the major commanding -the expedi- tion., For one instant :Wing looked up astonished; for the order was a desperate one, and the duty well nigh a forlorn hope. 23 page: 370-371[View Page 370-371] 870 HOW HE WON nHER. Only for that instant did Wing betray his amazement. Then he fully verified the prediction of Hay. Waving his sabre above his head he shouted: "Come on, boys!" put spurs to his .horse and dashed for- ward, leading the Charge. What man among them would not have followed that "Iight, inspired form,' to seek glory even " in the cannon's mouth?" Like an angel of destruction he rushed onward, followed by all his men. The enemy, seeing this new movement, turned their guns as quickly as possible upon the charging party. The first shot in this direction, as on the former occasion, tore its way through the centre of the advancing body, strewing mutilated and dying men and horses in its track, and leaving even those who were unhurt half disabled by their restive horses. They were now approaching the battery by a very broad road, bordered on each side by high wooded banks. An instant's hesitation now on the part of Wing must ' have been fatal to the success of the expedition. But there was no sueh hesitation. "CLOSE ON THE CENTRE-'FORWARD! - came the deep, sweet, solemn tones of the young leader. And the men closed in close columns, filling up the gap torn by the cannon ball, and, over the dead and dying, gal- loped onward. Again came the shot booming from the battery, and ripping its way through the middle of the advancing column, scat- ; tering men and horses dead and 'dying upon the ground. "CLOSE ON THE CENTRE-FORWARD! ' again sounded the voice of the young leader. And again the men filled up the gap and galloped on- ward. Once more a shot came splitting its way through the WING S GALLANT CHARGE . 871 middle of the column, strewing its path with the dead and the dying. Once more came the solemn voie of the leader. "CLOSE ON THE CENTRE-FORWARD! And as before the men closed up the column and continued the march. A fourth, a fifth, and a sixth shot was fired, each with tre- mendous effect. And after each was still to be heard, like the voice of an inexorable fate, the solemn tones of the young leader, issuing his immutable order: "CLOSE ON THE CENTRE-FORWARD!" And although their number was reduced by the loss of at least one third of their men, they grimly closed column over the dead and the dying, and pushed onward. And in three minutes after the sixth shot had been fired, they were upon the works, engaged in a stern hand to hand conflict with the enemy. .? After a short, sharp struggle of less than half an hour they took the battery, captured two guns, and fifty rounds of ammunition, and thirty prisoners. The way into the town from this quarter was now clear. And Wing marched in at the head of his "company. And soon over the rebel works the Union flag waved in triumph. About twenty minutesJater Major Kerr, at the head of the other three companies, marched into the town. His men had suffered much under:the galling fine of musketry that had opposed their entrance previous to Wing's taking pos- session of the town. One captain, two lieutenants and about twenty privates were killed. And two lieutenants and about forty privates were severely wounded. Major Kerr came up just in time to relieve Captain Wing of a certain responsibility that he always detested-namely the burning of the town. Wing's taste was more for fighting than for destruction, I V . I , page: 372-373[View Page 372-373] S72- HOW HE WON HER. and naturally he had taken the town, but hesitated to burn it. Major Kerr's taste was more for destruction than for fighting, therefore he had let Wing capture the town, and had followed him in to destroy it. Wing pleaded hard for the salvation of private dwelling houses, but, in fact, it was impossible to effectually destroy the saltpetre works without sacrificing the whole town'. The women and children were sent-out to 'a place .of safety. The prisoners were dispatched to the rear; and then the work of destruction commenced. And that night witnessed an awful, conflagration, that lighted up a vast amphitheatre of country, and carried con- sternation as far as its flames were seen. And the next morning the sun arose upon a blackened and smoking mass of ruins, where once the thriving village had stood. . The forenoon was employed by our troops in burying the dead and in attending to the wounded. These last men- tioned were placed in ambulances to be transported back to C And at midday the battalion was under arms and pre- pared to march. They reached C. about nightfall, carrying with them the news of the complete success of the expedition. Major Kerr made a true report of the action, giving Captain Wing his just dues of praise. And the next morning Colonel Rosenthal sent for Wing, and expressed his high approbation of that young officer's heroism. , "There is not a man in my company, Colonel, who does not merit as much praise as you have kindly bestowed upon me,. answered Wing respectfully. "And they shall receive it. But the; wonder to me is, Wing, that you were not hurt, leading the men as you did 9P yq WING'S GALLANT CHARGE. 373 to that terrible charge. You were not even slightly wounded, were you?" "Not even scratched, Colonel." "{Pray do you wear a magic armor under your uniform, Wing?" "Not that I know of, Colonel," laughed the young officer. "You have been in at least half a dozen battles, and never once been wounded." "Never yet, Colonel. 'But I have a presentiment that if I ever am struck, I shall not be wounded but killed," said the boy officer gravely. "Nonsense, Wing, I don't believe in presentiments. I never had a presentiment fulfilled in my life," laughed the colonel. At that moment an orderly'entered the quarters, saluted, and handed a small sealed packet to'his colonel. Colonel Rosenthal broke it open' and read it hastily, changed color as he never had done on the most fiercely fought battle field, and then he passed the paper to Wing, saying: " You see it is a telegram summoning me immediately to Washington, and it must be acted upon without delay." Wing also grew very pale as he read j the dispatch. Heo returned it without a word. Colonel Rosenthal immediately put"himself in communi- cation with the general commanding his division, and the next day, having obtained a short furlough, left for Wash- ington. - A very few hours after the departure of Colonel Rosenthal, Captain Wing applied for ten days' leave of absence for the purpose of visiting a dear friend supposed to be at the point of death. ; As this was the first occasion upon which the brave young officer had made an application of the sort, and -s he page: 374-375[View Page 374-375] 374 HOW HE WON HER. had so recently rendered a distinguished service, it was promptly granted him. And the next'morning Wing also left for Washington. C-APTER XXXV, DEATH LIGHTS. Thy cheek too quickly flushes, 6'er thine eye The shadows come and go too fast; Thy tears gush forth too soon, and in thy voice Are sounds of tenderness too passionate For peace on earth I', Oh, therefore, chbild of song, 'Tis well thou should'st depart.- HgMANs. Iir the months that had elapsed since Albert Golds- borough's death, and in the steady performance of every duty, Elfie had recovered her serenity and cheerfulness. The idea of atonement was very strong in Elfie, and, under its influence, she devoted herself to the service of the sick and wounded soldiers in the hospitals with a zeal equal to that of Erminie. I know," she said, that only our Saviour can atone to God for our sins. 'But sometimes we may atone to man. I will do all I can for the suffering soldiers until the war is over. And then if I really do come into the widow's share of poor Albert's fortune, I will not appropriate one dollar's worth of it to myself. I will give it all to the orphans of the war, to the orphans of both sides, for the children are not accountable for the actions of their fathers, and far be from us the presumption of arrogating to ourselves the divine prerogative of visiting the sins of the fathers upon the children," she would add, And Erminie always approved her plans, and encouraged her to hope for their successful operation. So the winter and the spring months had passed, and the DEATH LIOH TS. 375 early summer found the youthful widow serene and cheerful in the discharge of her duties. There was very little to vary the monotony of this domestic life. Major Fielding had not been home since the notable occasion upon which his daughter had given him such a surprise. f . Justin was with his regiment at C. Captain Ethel was in command of the gunboat Fire-King, on the Potomac. And Britomarte was in parts unknown. Yet letters from every one of these came very often. On one especial morning a whole budget of news arrived. There was one from Major Fielding to his daugher, announ- cing his speedy arrival on a short leave. There was one from Justin to his sister, filled with good news of his mili- tary success and his personal well-being. There was one from Lieutenant Ethel, promising a short visit to the city, and a call upon his fair friends at the parsonage. And lastly there was one from Britomarte, postmarked Baltimore, and filled with the warmest expressions of affection for Erminie, and them most satisfactory statements concerning her own health and success. But where she was living, or what she was doing, remained unrevealed secrets. Elfie, to whom Erminie read the letter, screwed up her mouth, and looked like ' she could an? if she would" " a tale unfold," but she didn't. And besides, Elfie was interested in the other letters, and preferred to talk of them and their subjects-her father's promised visit, Justin's encouraging successes, and even young Ethel's prospective call. It is likely that- pap and Ethel will both be here to-day or to-morrow, Erminie, don't you think?" she inquired. Frminie coincided with her in opinion. That morning the young ladies lingered so long over their page: 376-377[View Page 376-377] 376 HOW HE WON HER. breakfast table and their delightful letters, that it was rather later than usual -when they set off for the hospitals. 'The morning is so delicious that we will walk, I think- Elfie, said Miss Rosenthal, as they emerged from the front "Allright. I would rather walk," agreed Elfie. And they set out at a brisk pace. "Erminie, I always knew you had a very light, elastic step, but indeed, to-day you seem to walk with ' winged feet,' as Homer has it. And now I look at you, your cheeks are flushed, and your eyes are dancing. It is all of a piece, and all equally the effect of those delightful letters, I do suppose," said Elfie. ',i* "I do suppose it is. And yet I do not know. But cer tainly, though I have' always been in good health, I never -felt so well in my life as I do now. I feel as if some strong, divine elixir in mybrains gave me a new-sense of life. But I am talking too much of myself and my own sensations. What nonsense, Let us speak of something else. Young Ethel. I have a great respect for that gallant young officer, Elfie. ALnd if your father comes to make us any sort of a long visit, I shall invite Ethel to sop at the parsonage, as he did during his last sojourn in Washington," said Miss Rosenthal. "That will be very agreeable only it will curtail us of our liberties. No more sailing all over the ho'se, at all hours of the day and night, in our white wrappers and slip- pers," replied Elfie. And so chatting, the young ladies went on their way, that bright summer morning' towards the hospital. From ward to ward Erminiie went, carrying everywhere the same bright smile that shone with such strange, supernal beauty that morning. And the soldiers whom she cheered and comforted said to each other, when she had passed by, how she looked-like I . . DEATH LIGHTS. 3" an angel from Heaven, with the celestial light still around her. They walked the rounds of three other hospitals, and then Erminie spoke of turning their steps homeward. But Elfie remonstrated. "'ll tell you what, Miss Rosenthal, you may be exhila- rated by some divine elixir, or you may be borne on by in- visible wings, but as for me, I have nothing but my mortal flesh and blood and bones to uphold me, and I am just so tired that my limbs are ready to bend under me, and my back aches as if I were a hundred years old," she said. "Under these circumstances we must take a carriage, I suppose," smiled Erminie. And the carriage was called, and they drove, home. Erminie did not go out again to the hospitals that after- noon. She was -expecting a small party of friends to take tea and spend the evening, and it was necessary to make some pre- parations for them. So after an early luncheon Erminie and Elfie began to gather flowers to decorate the drawing-room, and the dining room and library. "My pap is very fond of company. I hope he will arrive this evening. It would be such a pleasant surprise for him to meet a party of his friends here," said Elfie, as she arranged a large bush- f odorous magnolia-grandiflora to sit on the drawing-roomi hearth. "I think it quite likely that your hopes will be realized, Elfie," answered Erminie, who was delicately placing a bou- quet of lilies and roses in a vase for the centre table. When their -preparations were completed, Elfie saun- tered up to her room to lie down and indulge in heriusual afternoon nap. ; But Erminie went to inspect the condition of her pastry, and to order certain fresh delicacies prepared for the evening page: 378-379[View Page 378-379] 3878 HOW HE WON HER. feast. And- then she called her housemaid, and went up stairs, and had the rooms she intended to assign to Major Fielding and Captain Ethel arranged under her own eyes for the reception of their inmates. When Elfie awoke from her sleep she found Erminie still actively engaged. "My heyes! ' as the cockneys say, what has come to you, Erminie? You have been on your feet the whole day. You have walked twenty miles at least, if the ground you've gone over was all stretched out in a line; and you have been hard at work ever since you got home, and you look as fresh and brilliant as a blush rose with the morning dew upon it. Really, now, aint you tired?" inquired Elfie, as she entered the dining-room where Erminie was decorating the tea-table, "'Not in the least," said Miss Rosenthal, smiling brightly. "But now, my dear Elfie, it is time for us- to dress ourselves. Our friends will come early because the summer evenings are so short." 'Elfie yawned dismally. "Now I haven't been half so hard at work as you have, and I havre had a good nap besides, and yet I feel more like lolling in a rocking chair than putting myself into an even- ing dress," she said, as she sauntered away to make her toilet. An hour later, just as the sun set, leaving a clear, beauti- 'ful twilight, Erminie and Elfie-met in the drawing-room to wait for the coming of their company. Elfie looked very pretty in her thin, black grenadine dress, with jet jewelry, and the little cap of white illusion that contrasted so well with her raven hair. But Erminie looked dazzlingly beautiful-not from the effect of her toilet,- for nothing could be cooler or quieter than her dress-a pure white grenadine, embroidered in sprigs of black silk, and trimmed with white lace and black / , . .. 879 DEAT H LI O H T S . 8 79 ribbon. It was her face, her countenance, that was go radi- ant . H er cheeks and I ip s were flushed with a bright carna- tio n color; her eyes w ere sparkling w ith a nimation ; eve n her a uburn hair seemed to glitter with a sort of electric splendor. Elfie gazedl on her in wonder an d admiration. "Well, Erminie, you w ere always indisputably beautiful; but now - Well, there! You almost alarm me ! You look as if there was some inward glory shillin g through you and-making your earthly beauty heavenly!" she said. a lNonsense, love! D on't you turn flatterer, or I shall lose m y respect for you," laughed Ermini e. ,Flatterer! There! look in the glass and see for yourself whether I have flattered youl Come, it is still light enough for you to see, or if it is not, you will m ake tl e light!" said Elfie, turning her friend forcibly around to face the tall pier glass that stood between the two back windows. , Absurd! I am in good health and goodspirits--that isthe whole seret," said Miss Rosenthal, laughing and blushing, and breaking away from the too ardent admiration And at thao moment'the first bevy of visitors arrived, and little Mim and his four little maiden aunts were shown into the drawing-room- Erminie received her visitors with courtesy, but Elfie welconi'ed them with effusion. Erminie entertained r. Mio in the drawing-room, while Efie took the four Misses Mim up stairs to lay off their bonnets and put on thei* head dresses. The next party that arrived consisted of Mr. Billingcoo, his grandmother, and his guitothe dressing- And the old lady was shown up stas to the drsing room where she found the Misses im with Elfie. After them came other friends of the family; and by seven' o'clock the whole companY was assembled, a enjoy- page: 380-381[View Page 380-381] 8380 HOW HE WON HER. ing themselves by sauntering through the moonlit walks of the beautiful grounds in the rear of the house. "I am expecting Major Fielding this evening," said Erminie to little Mim, who was walking by her side. "I am so glad to hear that. I always had the greatest respect for Major Fielding, as well as for-for his daughter -and for all the ladies!" Little Mim, whenever -he was betrayed into any expres- sion of admiration or regard for Elfie, invariably added " all the ladies " as a saving clause. Now, however, though he walked and talked with Erminie, his eyes and his thoughts followed Elfie as she sauntered on in front of them by the side of Dr. Sales. "They both reciprocate your regard, I am very sure," said Erminie, kindly. "Miss Rosenthal," said the little fellow solemnly, "when I learned all in a moment that she was married and widowed, you might have- floored me with a feather. I beg your pardon for using a. slang phrase, but there is nothing that can so well express the effect the news had upon me. And even now I can't seem to get over it. - And when I thinkof what she used to be, and look at her now in her widow's dress, it seems as if I could not recognize her for herself. It is just as if some splendid oriole was suddenly changed into a blackbird," he said, with a profound sigh. "The mere effect of her dress, Mr. Mim. Elfie' is still herself. Naturally, she grieved over the tragic death' of Albert Goldsborough, yet not so bitterly as she had grieved over the treason that separated them as lovers three years ago.' It was then that the iron entered the soul of Elfie. But she has been stronger ever since., ,She is a heroic girl!--And so are all the ladies! answered little Mim, tempering enthusiasm with prudence. "Well! Well! Where are you all? And who is com- ing to welcome me?" called out the cheery voice of Major Fielding, issuing from the back porch of the house. DEATH LIGHTS . 381 With a cry of joy, Elfie dropped the arm of Dr. Sales, turned and sprang past all her friends, and darted up the gravel walk to meet her father, and threw herself into his arlns. Erm iie followed her to welcome the veteran. ' And here is a stranger I have brought with me! Cap- tain Ethel! Bless you, I found him on the wharf! con- scripted him, and made him come," heartily exclaimed the major, doing three or four things at the same time-kissing his daughter, shaking hands with his hostess, and present- ing his friend. "I am deighte to see you, Major Fielding, and I thank you cordially for bringing our friend with you! Captain Ethel, I congratulate you on your new promotion, said Miss Rosenthal, warmly welcoming her guest. Young Ethel bowed low in acknowledgment of those courteous words; and then he offered Erminie his arm; and they followed Major Fielding and his daughter, who had preceded them, down the garden walk. Major Fielding was surprised and pleased to meet so many of his old friends, and he insisted on believing that they had come purposely to meet him. Captain Ethel was duly presented to such of the company as were not personally known to him. And then, as the evening air was growingdamp, the company adjourned form the garden to the house, where tea was soon served. After tea they went into the lighted drawing-room, where Mr. Billingcoo entertained the ladies with some of his best songs, accompanying himself upon his guitar. And when he had tired himself and his audience, Erminie delighted her friends with some of her finest music on the pianoforte. But Erminie's radiant and dazzling beauty was the one theme of wonder and admiration among her guests. The page: 382-383[View Page 382-383] 882 HOW HE WON HER. almost divine splendor of that beauty had escaped their observation in the moonlit garden; but now in the lighted drawing-room it struck them with something like amaze- ment. "How lovely Miss Rosenthal looks this evening! I never in my life saw, or even imagined anything so bril- liantly beautiful as her face," said sober Dr. Sales to old Major Fielding. "Yes! I have been watching her. She always was a perfect beauty, you know! but now she's a perfect angel!" answered the major. And unconscious of the admiration she was exciting, Erminie played and sang unweariedly. When she arose from the piano, old Mrs. Billingcoo went to her side, and looking at her attentively, said: ".Your cheeks and lips are like scarlet roses, my love! and your eyes are like diamonds!-Are you sure you are quite well?" Erminie's silvery laugh rang out clearly and joyously, and almost startlingly, from her who was always so quiet. "My dear Mrs. Billingcoo, I never felt so well in my life! Like Wordsworth's little maid, I feel my 'life in every limb'!" she said. And she immediately left the room to order ice cream and strawherries, for the refreshment of her guests. . A little later in the evening, when the company was thinking of breaking up, Miss Susy Mim, watching Erminie, said: "I am sure Miss Rosenthal is keeping up by great effort! I wonder if she hasn't been taking ammonia or some- thing!" "Ammonia!" indignantly exclaimed Elfie. "Erminie never takes anything of that sort!" "Then what makes her looks so? And what makes her act so? Her cheeks are blooming like roses, and her eyes DEATH LIGHTS. 383 are sparkling like gems! Axnd her spirits are running away with her! It ain't natural, say what you will! And if she hasn't been taking ammonia, or if she isn't putting all this on, she's in danger." "In danger!" echoed Elfie, in alarm. "Yes, child" - "Of what? "Fever!" "Nonsense, Miss Susy, you are always trying to frighten one! Danger? Fever? Why, Erminie has been looking and acting just this way all day! Only growing more bril- liant and beautiful every hour," -said Elfie, angrily-and all the more so because she secretly shared Miss Susy's fears. "Well, my dear, I hope I'm wrong. But at any rate, I think that we had all better go home, especially as it is nearly midnight. And when we are gone you had better get Miss Rosenthal to bed as soon as possible." And so saying, Miss Susy proceeded to act upon her own words, by setting the example of departure. The other guests followed in turn. And at a few minutes after twelve the company had all gone, with the exception, of course, of Major Fielding, who was to remain; and Cap- tian Ethel, who Erminie insisted should stay. At a hint dropped by Elfie, these two gentlemen soon took the bed-room candles that were ready for them, and bade good night to their hostess. t-Are you tired, Erminie?" anxiously inquired Elfie, as she paused for a moment at the bed-room door of her friend. "Tired? No! not in the least," laughed Erminie. "Are you sure?" persisted Elfie. "Why, of course I am! I tell you I never felt so well in my life." I am glad to hear it; and I wont detain you. Good night," said Elfie, kissing her friend and noticing, with wonder the still undimmed splendor of her beauty. page: 384-385[View Page 384-385] 384 HOW HE WON HER. "Good night," smiled Ermillie, vanisling thlrough the door. Elfie went on to her own chamber, and as soon as her head touched the pillow fell fast asleep. Elfie slept late the next morning, so late, in fact, that she was at last awakened by Catherine, whlo came to'her with a scared face, roused her and said: "If you please, ma'am, I wish you would come to k[iss Rosenthal!" "Erminie! what's the matter with her?" exclaimed Elfie, starting up in alarm. "Indeed I don't know, ma'am; but she is very ill; and seems to be raving mad." ]lfie sprang out of bed, threw on a dressing-gown, thrust her naked feet into slippers, and ran at once to the chamber of Erminie. There upon the bed lay the good and beautiful girl, un- conscious of all that was passing around- her, and rolling and raving with fever and delirium, In the extremity of terror, Elfie ran down just as she was, to the library, where her father was sitting alone waiting for his breakfast. Breathlessly she told him what had happened, and dis- patched him to get a physician, saying that he could get one more quickly than a servant could. Then she hurried back to her tossing and raving friend. In' half an hour the family physician arrived. After making a careful examination of his patient, he came out of the room and sought Major Fielding. "What do you think of her? a" anxiously inquired the major. "Telegraph for her brother immediately," answered the doctor. His orders were obeyed, and the same morning the mes- sage was flashed -along the wires that wastto bring Justin to the bedside of his beloved sister. TH E DEATH WATCH. 385 CHAPTER XXXVI. TH'E DEATH WATCH. Ho 'came, with that disheartening fear, Which all who love beneath the sky Feel when they gaze on what is dear-- The dricadful tIIhought that it must die! That desolating thought which1 com16s Into nlen's happiest hours and lhomes, Whoise melancholy bodig flitngs Dcath's shadow o'er the brightest things, Sicklies the maiden's bloom, and sprea8ds The grave beneath young lovers' heads!-MOORE. BY the agency of the powerful medicines administered, Erminie's high excitement was calmed. The beautiful, tossing arms were stilled, and layv lightly resting on the coverlet. The fiery flush died out of her cheeks, the terri- ble light softened in her eyes, and her lovely face, now white and motionless as marble, lay reposing in perfect peace upon her pillow. Elfie watched on one side of her bed, and Catherine on the other. Major Fielding and Captain Ethel forbore to go out, even for a walk. In their keen anxiety for the patient, and their earnest desire to render assistance should their services be required, they remained iln the library, reading or pre- tending to read, but really listening and watching for every sound and sight that could-suggest anything relative to the condition of Erminie. Dr. Burney came three times in the course of that day. Major Fielding and his daughter asked the physician many questions concerning the nature of the sufferer's ill- ness, and the chances of her recovery, and they received answers from him which were intended to be encouraging, but which were really depressing. Miss Rosenthal's brain and nervous system were very much affected, he said. The disease was paroxysmal in. its 24 page: 386-387[View Page 386-387] 38856 HOW HE WON HER. tendency. She was now composed, and if a reaction into fever and delirium, could be prevented, she would do well. This was all the satisfaction they could get from her mediical attendant. Ah, "if." Every means, short of drugging her into the sleep of death with sedatives and opiates, were taken to prevent a relapse into her fearful frenzy. Elfie sat by the bed all night, and administered all the medicines with her own hands, and kept ice to the head and mustard to the feet and wrists of her patient. But all this was in vain, or attended with only a partial success. Towards midnight Erminie's cheeks and lips began to flush; she moved restlessly, and muttered in her sleep. Elfie renewed the medicine, the ice and the mustard, but with little effect. The evil symptoms increased rapidly, and before morning Erminie was again, with blazing eyes and burning cheeks, raving and tossing in an agony of fever and frenzy. In the extremity of terror Elfie dispatched first her father and then Captain Ethel, who were. both watching the night out in the library, to fetch the physician. But Dr. Burney happened to be with a-lady patient whom he could not leave abruptly, and so it followed that the sun rose before he made his appearance by Erminie's bedside. A fearful, a terrible vision, met him there. The beautiful and angelic girl seemed to be turned into a raging and foaming demoniac; and it required the united efforts of Elfie and Catharine to hold her down on her bed. Violent remedies had to be resorted to now to allay the frightful cerebral excitement-'cupping, leeching and bleed- ing were tried in turn; and in reducing the sufferer to calmness, they almost reduced her to death. And her medical attendant knew, and her anxious friend THE DEATH WATCH. 887, feared, that as the second attack of frenzy had been more violent than the first, so the third attack must be the most violent, and would probably end in death. Thus the approaching night was anticipated in horrible dread. Meanwhile Erminie lay in the collapse of exhaustion- pale and faded as a broken lily-without motion, speech, or color, almost without blood, breath, or life.- From time to time Elfie, weeping and watching, moistened the poor girl's lips with a little melted ice. Towards evening there seemed to be a change. Erminie moved and sighed. And then opened her eyes and breathed. Elfie bent over her. "Why " began Erminie, and then she ceased. Elfie bent lower, and softly inquired: "What is that you say, dear? "Why-am H-" again commenced Erminie, with an effort; but again her voice failed for weakness. "Why are you here in bed, do you mean to ask, dear?" suggested Elfie. Erminie nodded. "You over-exerted yourself and have had an attack of illness; but .you are better now-much better,' thank Heaven," answered Elfie, cheerfully. ( How-bloodless-they--" panted Erminie, looking with surprise at her pale fingers, and speaking in the feeble and pointless way common with persons affected as she was, and breaking down before she finished her sentence. "They-were always very white, you know, dear, those fair fingers," said Elfie, encouragingly. "Noos-ry-rorosy-tipped--" murmured Erminie, who, when she had been well in mind and body, had been with-- out the least vanity. "So they will be again, dear. Never mind your fingers. Will you try to swallow a teaspoonful of th is arrow-root?" coaxed Elfie, page: 388-389[View Page 388-389] O00 HOW HE WON HER. Erminie, apparently only to please her nurse, nodded assent and opened her mouth like a bird to receive the atom of nourishment. But the effort was too much for her weak- ness, and when she had swallowed it she gulped, shuddered and shook her head in refusal of anything more. After a little while she raised her eyes so wistfully to her nurse that:Elfie bent down over her to hear what she might have to say. How-long-have--" breathed Erminie, faintly, breaking off. - How long have you been ill, do you mean, dear? Only since the day before yesterday," replied Elfie. "What makes-so weak?" panted Erminie. "i Only your illness; but you are better now, and you will soon be strong again." "You-think--so?" "I know so, dearest. But you must not fatigue yourself by talking so much. Try to sleep." And before Elfie had well spoken this advice, Erminie had dropped as suddenly into sleep as a stone falls into a well. But this sleep was not quiet like the preceding one. As evening approached the sleeper became restless: toss- ing her limbs about, rolling her head, and rolling her eyes, and muttering in approaching delirium. But why should I repeat the horrors of that second night? It was but a reproduction of those of the first one, Again desperate remedies were applied to meet violent symptoms. And again the frenzy was subdued to quiet- ness, but the sufferer meanwhile brought nearly to dissolu- tion. And her medical attendant might well have said, with the conqueror of old: Another such a victory and I am ruined." By noon next day Erminie lay in sleep or stupor, with THE DEATH WATCH. 0Vr scarcely a sign of life in her aspect, with scarcely a hope of life in prospect. Elfie was forced to leave her for a few hours, that- she- Elfie-might recruit herself with a bath and a nap. But early in the afternoon the faithful girl was again by the bedside of her friend. To her surprise she thought she saw symptoms of a favorable change. EriniIie was breathing softly. She opened her eyes, and seeing Elfie, tried to put out her hand. Elfie took that pale hand and kissed it, and then stooped and kissed the still paler brow. "(Elfie!" breathed the sick girl. ( What is it, dearest?" "Must I die?" "Nonsense, no, my dear, you are in no sort of danger." ZErminie smiled sadly and turned away her eyes. Presently her lips moved as if .she would have spoken, and Elfie stooped-to hear. "I want----" "( What, dear Erminie?" ' -My pastor-please." "I will send for him, dear Erminie." "Soon now!" pRanted the sinking girl. "Yes, now, dearest, you shall have him," said Elfie, who beckoned to Catherine to'take her place at the bedside; and then left the room to have the wish of her friend gratified. Dr. Sales, the beloved and venerated pastor of the Rosenthal family had, since her father's death, stood in a father's position towards Erminie. With the deepest distress he had heard of that good girl's illness. He had called every day to see her or to ask after her. ,He had not yet been permitted to make his presence known to her. But once or twice, while she lay'in stupor, page: 390-391[View Page 390-391] 890 HOW HE WON HER. he had stood over her unconscious form, gazing anxiously down on her death-like face I or he had knelt beside her bed, praying silently for her recovery. It was, therefore, without surprise that Elfie, when she went down stairs, found the pastor waiting in the hall. "Oh, Dr. Sales, I am so glad to see you! I had just come down to send for you," she eagerly exclaimed. "How is our dear child this morning? anxiously in- quired the pastor. Elfie burst into tears. "Worse?" breathlessly demanded the old man. "Oh, how can I tell you? Heaven only knows! Her last paroxysm of fever and delirium was less violent; but then such powerful depletives have been used; and it has left her weak almost unto death. But she is conscious now, and has asked for you." "Can you show me at once into her room?" "Oh yes, come," said Elfie, softly leading the way up- stairs and into Erminie's chamber. Catherine still sat beside the bed fanning the sinking girl, who had again suddenly dropped into sleep or stupor; -it was impossible to say which. "You will not disturb her?" whispered Elfe, anxiously. "Certainly not. I will sit here quietly until she awakens or returns to consciousness," replied the pastor, in a low tone. At a sign from Elfie the girl Catherine arose and left the room. And the pastor seated himself in the vacant chair, and took the palm leaf and fanned Erminie, while he watched for her awakening. And the room was very cool, shady, and quiet, and so the sleeper lay calmly reposing for nearly an hour, and then she softly opened her eyes and looked with a gentle, bewildered gaze upon the figure of the preacher seated by her bed. "Do you 'know me, my child?" whispered the pastor. THE DEATH WAT CH. O a She feebly moved her hand and smiled.- "You sent for me, dear child," went on Dr. Sales. She nodded, and then turned her eyes anxiously towards Elfie, who came and bent down to hear what Erminie should have to say. "Something to give me-"Erminie panted and stopped. -"Strength, do you mean, my dear?" inquired Elfie. Erminie nodded. Elfie poured out some liquid from a vial into a spoon and put it to her lips. Erminie swallowed with difficulty, but seemed to be revived by the dose. C"'Now, dear, go-and leave me-with-my pastor-please," she murmured. And Elfie gave the purport of these words to the pastor, and then left the room. Erminie turned her fading eyes upon the anxious face of her old friend. He stooped over her to hear what she might wish to say. "Dear friend, must I die?" she whispered. "'I pray not--I earnestly pray not, my child," answered the pastor, with ill-suppressed emotion. "But you believe that I must." "No,no- "Don't try to deceive'yourself or me, dear friend. You believe that I must die. All the others seem to know that I must. I see it in every face." "My child, my child, the Lord of Heaven and earth is also the Lord of life and death. He is able to save to the uttermost the, body as well as the soul. Pray and believe and live," said the pastor, trying to control his agitation. "I would rather submit myself to His will. I do not fear death. But " Erminie paused, her strength failed, her senses wandered for a moment, her eyes filmed over, and her chin dropped. page: 392-393[View Page 392-393] 392 HOW HE WON HER. Was it a swoon? Or was it death? In great disturbance Dr. Sales poured some Cologne water upon a fresh handkerchief, and bathed her head and face, and held it to her nose, that she might inhale the reviving essence. And in a few moments he had the comfort of seeing her draw a deep breath and open her eyes. Sho did not know that she had fainted, for she took up the sentence just where she had lIft it off. "For the sake of others, I ought to know my condition, so as to arrange my affairs." "My child, you are fatiguing yourself too much. Let me entreat you. to be quiet." iNo; I must speak-while I can. I feel I have no strength to make any but a verbal will. And Justin is not here. And so-you will listen to me." "Speak on; then, dear child, but take your time-do not weary yourself." And with many pauses and rests between her words, Er- minie spoke. "You know, dear friend, the large property left me by my uncles?" "Yes." "Well, if I die without a will, Justin, as my heir-at-law, will come into possession of the whole." "a Certainly." " And I cannot make a will, but I know that I can trust my dear brother to execute my wishes as conscientiously as if they were expressed in the most legally drawn up testa- ment that ever was framed." "Indeed you may, my dear," replied the pastor, as he once more bathed her face and head in the reviving Cologne water. "Well, please tell Justin, then, my last dying wishes." The doctor took out his note-book and pencil to assist his memory, if future need should be. THE DEATH WATCH. 393 ('I wish Justin to take one-third of the whole of my property for himself, and to give a second third to Brito- marte Conyers, whom I feel sure that he will eventually marry, and to give the remaining third--" Dr. Sales wrote all this down in his note-book, and then looked up to see why Erminie did not continue. And he saw that she had again grown deadly faint. "Oh, Father in Heaven! she is hastening her own death by all this effort," cried the pastor, in deep distress, as lihe threw down his note-book and caught up a bottle of Cologne water and freely bathed her face, head and hands. Again she rallied, smiled, and pointed to the note book, mutely begging him to take it up and proceed with his work. "My child, my child, you are too feeble for all this exer- tion. I must insist upon your resting for awhile," said Dr. Sales. :, "Rest-long rest-will come very soon. But now-I must go on," persisted the sinking girl, pointing to the note book. Dr. Sales shook his head. Erminie turned on -him an imploring look, and her eyes filled with tears. "You cannot resist the prayer of the dying, and the most important part of my bequest is behind. The remain- ing third-" Here, with a sigh, D]. Sales took up his-note-book. -"The remaining third of my property I wish Justin to devote to the relief of the aged and indigent mothers left destitute by the death of their soldier sons." The pastor wrote this down and then looked up for further instructions. "That is all," said Erminie, simply. Dr. Sales would willingly have inquired her reasons for making this bequest to the mothers rather than to the widows and orphans of. the war; but he refrained from- taxing her strength with ain explanation. page: 394-395[View Page 394-395] J vV , , j WON - ER. She, however, saw the question in his face, and freely answered it. "Every one thinks of the widows and orphans of the war. All the concerts and fairs got up for the sufferers by the war are for the widows and orphans. And this is right so far as it goes, for the widows and orphans must be cared for. But no one thinks of the aged and indigent mothers whose sons have fallen in battle. And this is all wrong; for these old mothers are perhaps the greatest suf- ferers of all. The widow may find another husband, and the orphan another father, but the desolate mother who has lost her son in battle finds never another to fill his place in the 'aching void ' of her heart. Therefore will I try to relieve the wants, if I cannot comfort the hearts, of the mothers." These last words were almost inaudible, and before they were well uttered, the fair young saint had fainted quite away. In the utmost distress Dr. Sales rang the bell, which rought Catherine and Elfie to the room. All the three used their best efforts to restore the wooning girl. And after some time these efforts were rewarded with access. , The excitement of her interview with Dr. Sales had een far too great for the strength of the sinking girl. She recovered from her swoon of exhaustion, but it was tly to pass into a state of nervous restlessness, that speedily 'ogressed into feverish delirium and arose to raging Another awful night with the sufferer tried all the endur- ce of her attendants. It Was late in the morning before the raving madness bsided and the patient sank into a fatal coma. the visit of the pliysician in the forenoon left not a hope the world for her life. THE DEAT-H WATCH. bUo The minister came and prayed by her bedside, but she heard him not. She lay in a stupor that every one felt must end in death. "And her brother has not arrived!" exclamed Elfie, wringing her hands. "4 But she has left her last words for him with me," said Dr. Sales. The physician went away, feeling certain that at his next visit he should see the white crape badge upon the door that should warn him a bright young life had left the earth. The minister remained in the room, watching with Elfie beside the death-bed, and praying God for strength for all to bear the approaching, overwhelming bereavement. The house was kept very quiet--very unreasonably so, since nothing on earth could now disturb the calm dreamer on the bed. But nevertheless it was kept so very quiet. Straw was laid before the line of garden wall fencing the road, to deaden even at that distance the sound of passing vehicles. The door-knocker was muffled and the wires of the bells were cut. Locks and hinges were oiled. And every man and woman in the place wore list slippers, and moved in silence and murmured in whispers. Very, very still was the place. So that there was no warning of the approaching traveller, until the door of the sick room -softly opene&,-and Catherine crept in and whis- pered to Elfie: "Mr. Justin has come. - With tie old familiar household servants Colonel Rosen- thal was still Mr. Justin. Elfie started up, and signing to Catherine to take her place, slipped out of the room and down. stairs and passed into the library, where she naturally expected to find Justin. He was pacing silently up and down the floor.. On her entrance he turned quickly and'demanded eagerly: page: 396-397[View Page 396-397] 896 HOW HE WON HER. "How is she? How is she?" "Oh, Justin!" exclaimed Elfie, dropping into a chair and bursting into tears. "Dead? dead?" cried Justin, breathlessly, starting towards her and seizing her hand. "Not yet! not yet! Oh, Justin!" "But-dying? Elfie nodded her head and burst into heavier sobs. Justin threw himself into a chair, covered his face with his hands and groaned in anguish. And so they remained a few moments--Elfie sobbing heavily, Justin struggling for composure. At length Elfie arose and with a' still heaving bosom went to her companion and said: "You had better see her now-while-while she-while she still lives." "Is she conscious?" groaned Justin. - Elfie shook her head. "Oh, how-how did she take this fatal fever?" inquired Justin, as he arose to follow his conductor. "How? Can you doubt? By her unremitted devotion to the soldiers in the hospitals. Oh, Justin, Justin! If ever yet a young saint won a crown of martyrdom, your sister will. She visited the fever wards that every one else except surgeons and nurses avoided. She ministered to scores of the fever-stricken, and comforted ,and saved many. But now, you will see the end." As Elfie murmured these last words they reached the door of Erminie's chamber, which had been left standing open for the freer ventilation ofthe room. "Come in," said Elfie, leading the way. Justin, with a depressed and, reverend bearing, followed Elfie up to the bedside of his sister. Dr. Sales and Catherine were in attendance, but both silently made way for the afflicted brother, who now stood gazing upon the wreck of his beautiful only sister. THE OGHOOSTLY VISITOB. 897 There she lay, still, white, cold and almost lifeless as Justin's great frame shook with the terrible storm of sorrow that he could'not wholly repress. For a few moments the venerable pastor held back in respect-to the sacredness of the brother's grief. Then he went slowly to the side of Justin, took his hand, and said: "You know how much I feel with you. My grief and sense of loss is scarcely less than your own. But we know also where to look for strength to endure." Justin wrung the pastor's hand in silence, and thensunk down in the chair that some friendly hand had placed for him. Leaving the three faithful guardians by the bedside of the sinking girl, Elfie went down to have all manner of com- forts and refreshments prepared for the newly arrived brother. And then, when she hadmade everything ready, she returned to the chamber of Erminie, and whispered to Justin that his dressing-room was prepared, and that his luncheon would be put upon the table as soon as he should be ready to eat it. More for the purpose of getting away to indulge his sor- row in solitude than for any other reasons Justin arose and left the chamber. CHAPTER XXX Vi. THE GHOSTLY VISITOR. Hushed were his angel's lips, but still their bland And beautiful expressiou seemed to melt With love that could not die,.-CAMPBELL. "You should lie down and/try, to get some rest, my poor child. You look quite worn out,"' whispered Dr. Sales, page: 398-399[View Page 398-399] 898 HOW HE WON HER. looking compassionately on Elfie's thin, white face, and tremulous frame. "I will, when Justin returns to the room. I must sleep an hour or two this afternoon, so-as to be able to watch with her through the night, if indeed she should live so long," assented Elfie. And when Justin resumed his place by the bedside, Elfie retired to seek her much needed sleep, warning them all to have her called if any change should take place in Erminie. It was as well Elfie went away when she did,- for if she had remained in the sick room five minutes longer, no one would have been able to persuade her to go to rest. For scarcely was the tired girl safe within her sanctuary, before old Frederica came hobbling up stairs, and put her head into the door of the sick-room. Justin arose softly and went to her. "What is it, Frederica?" he asked. "I want Miss Elfie." "She has gone to lie down. She must not be -disturbed on any account. Can I supply her place? "Well, she asked for Miss Elfie, sir. But if Miss Elfie can't see her, I suppose you can." See-who? "Miss Conyers, sir." ' Mss CONYERS!" exclaimed Justin. And all the joy his sorrow could admit for companionship rushed into his heart. But then came wonder and perplex- ity, and he repeated slowly--"Miss Conyers?" "Yes, sir, Miss Conyers, and she's just offen a long jour- ney, and she looks completely wored out." "' I will see her immediately,"' said Justin. And he stole to; the bedside, whispered the news of the arrival to Dr. Sales, and then lhe followed old Frederica from the room, and down the stairs. He opened the library door. THE G H OSTLY VI1 SITOR. 399 There stood Britomarte, sun-burned, dusty, travel-stained, almost unrecognizable, but undoubtedly Britomarte. "Britomarte! Miss Conyers!" exclaimed Justin, going towards her with both hands stretched forth. She mnet him and seized his hands as she exclaimed: "How is your sister? How is my dear Erminie?" "Oh, Britomarte! Oh, my friend, in what an hour of sorrow we meet!" '"She is--not gone?" hurriedly breathed Miss Conyers. "( No, not gone, but she is an angel prepared for Heaven, and she is going," groaned Justin. "Oh, what is it? What is it that is killing her?" wept Britomarte. Justin told her, as Elfie had told him: "A malignant fever; caught in the hospital during her attendance upon the sick soldiers." ( Elfie? where is she?" How is she?" "Well, except that she is very much fatigued with inces- sant watching. She is gone to lie down for a few hours." "And when can I see my dear Erminie?" "At any time. Nothing disturbs her now. Would to Heaven it could. But I warn you, dear Britomarte, that the sight will almost break your heart." "Take me to her, please," said Miss Conyers, rising and taking off her dusty bonnet and shawl. Justin led the way uptstairs to the chamber of death, and Britomarte went up to the bedside and stood gazing upon the ruins of her beautiful friend as Justin had gazed before; and the watchers now made way for her as they had once made way for him; and after a few minutes Britomarte sank, sobbing, upon her knees, and buried her head in the bed- clothes. They let her weep on undisturbed until the storm of grief had exhausted its violence and left her quiet, and then Jus- tin and Dr. Sales approached, and eachtook a hand o6f hers, page: 400-401[View Page 400-401] and they raised her from the floor and placed her on the chair. - her O the "Your grief is one that is shared by us all. All who knew and loved her will be awfully bereaved. Only God can comfort us," said the pastor, gravely, as he pressed the hand of Miss Conyers. At that moment old Frederica again appeared at the door, ushering-in the medical attendant. -The physician in solemn silence shook hands with Dr. Sales, Justin and Britomarte, and then proceeded to examine his patient. He lingered some fifteen or twenty minutes at the bedside vith his finger on her pulse, his eyes on her countenance, or lis ear near her lips-counting, watching, or listening for he ebb, or flow, or pause of the currents of life. At length he made his report: no change in the patient Dr better or worse. He gave his prescriptions,-certain raughts and powders, to beadministered under certain con- ngencies; and he issued his orders to be summoned imme, iatelyshould any change take place in her, and then he ok leave and went away. X The afternoon passed off and no change took place in Er. inie. She lay on her bed, like a dead girl on her bier, or ce a stone effigy on a tomb, and her watchers sat around r motionless as statues. As for Elfie, shut away in her distant room, she slept the op sleep of weariness until after sunset, when she awoke bh a start, feeling guilty that she had slept so long. Be- e even hurrying on her clothes, she threw a large shawl und her and slipped down the back stairs to inquire of 3derica about Erminie. - She is still the same-no better, but no worse," replied housekeeper. / "And now :Miss Efie, you had better go, k to your room and take a 'freshing bath; and by the e you are dressed, I will bring you a cup of tea and a round of toast," added old Frederica, wisely suppressing the fact of Miss Conyers' arrival, lest Elfie, itr her impatience to meet her friend, should deprive herself of the comfort and refreshment so much needed. So Elfie, ignorant of Britomarte's presence in the house, took her bath-and afterwards her tea, and feeling refreshed and strengthened, went immediately to the sick room, and walked directly to the bed where Erminie still lay, a beauti- ^ ful, white, motionless form, and where the watchers still sat like statues. In the absorption of all her thoughts with the subject of the sick girl, Elfie had not noticed that there was a stranger present. She looked down upon the marble face, pressed her lips to the cold mouth and the colder brow, laid her hand i upon the faintly beating heart, dropped fast tears upon the quiescent form, and murmured: "No change! no change! Oh, Heaven, will she pass away in this manner, without recognizing any of her friends? What does the doctor say, Justin?" "He can give no decided opinion," sighed the brother. j Then, seeing that Elfie's attention continued to be so fixed upon the patient that she entirely overlooked the visitor, he added: "Elfie, do you see Miss Conyers?" And Britomarte arose and held out her hand. Elfie gave a start and uttered a cry that must have aroused any patient not in a state of coma. "You--you here! Where did youdrop from? When did you come? Oh! but I am so glad to see you; or I should be so, if I could feel glad of anything now," eagerly yet cautiously exclaimed Elfie, in half suppressed excitement and a half smothered voice. I "I came last from Baltimore. I got here at two o'clock ; this afternoon," whispered Miss Conyers. t 25 . , . . * page: 402-403[View Page 402-403] qVz HOW HE WON HER. "At two o'clock! That was just when I laid down. Why didn't they call me ?" "We would not permit you to be disturbed," said Brito- - marte. "My dear Elfie," said Justin, " Miss Conyers has arrived off a long and dusty journey, and needs hospitable atten- tions of all sorts. 1 May I ask you to take my dear sister's place as hostess, and do the honors of the house to her ? " "Of course, of course," hurriedly whispered Elfie; and she beckoned Britomarte, who followed her from the room. First Elfie gave orders to old Frederica to prepare a light repast for the guest. And then she led Britomarte to a chamber up stairs, where she supplied her with water, towels, and a complete change of clothes. And afterwards, while Miss Conyers sat drinking tea, she poured into her ear the history of her strange meeting with Goldsborough in the hospital, and his tragic death. Much of this Britomarte had heard before, by letters from Erminie; but now she heard for the first time the full particulars of the affair. Elfie then talked of Erminie' and her fatal devotion to the sufferers in the fever wards of the hospital, and the martyrdom in which that devotion was about to end. And at that point she burst into tears. "Take comfort," said Miss Conyers. " I have watched her attentively for the last five or six hours. And friends and physicians may- all be mistaken at last; and youth and constitution may eventually triumph." "Well, I hope so; or rather I would hope if I could," sighed Elfie, despondently. And then they talked of other matters. Elfie had her own theory true or false, of Britomarte's hidden life; and so she forbore to ask Miss Conyers any questions about her manner of existence.s And indeed in a little while they returned to the sick THE GHOSTLY VISITOR. 403 room, where the beautiful Erminie still lay on her bed like a dead girl on her bier. The gentlemen went down stairs to their late and com- fortless dinner; for mbals were now very irregular in this house of woe. After dinner Dr. Sales went away. And that evening the watch for the night was arranged in this manner: "Elfie, having been refreshed by her long afternoon's nap, was to sit up from eight o'clock until two, and thenr she was to be relieved by Britomarte. Miss Conyers, being fatigued by her long journey/ was to go' to bed at eight o'clock, and rest until two, when she was to rise' and relieve Elfie. Accordingly, at eight o'clock Britomarte retired; and Elfie having drank several large cups of strong green tea to keep herself wide awake, took her seat in the big easy chair near the head of Erminie's bed. She had nothing to do but to think.., She could neither read nor sew; for there was no light in the room but the dim taper that burnt upon the hearth. The whole house was very silent. The three gentlemen, Justin, Major Fielding, Captain Ethel, were reading, or trying to read, in the library below. The two servants, Fold Frederica and Catherine, her niece, were seated in their kitchen. ? And the one man servant, old Bob, was dozing in a sort of porter's chair in the hall near the front door, to be easily within call. Elfie looked forward wearily, drearily to her six hours of lonely vigilance. Nothing but her love for Erminie could have borne through its solitude and tediousness. Even the first two hours, between eight and ten, when she had waking company in the house, seemed awful in solitude and interrinable in tediousness. * page: 404-405[View Page 404-405] 404 HOW HE WON- HER. All was so silent that she heard the sound of the very first footfalls of the family preparing to retire, and it filled her with a strange, nervous sense of desolation and dread. , First came the -echo of the distant- steps of the women servants going by the back stairs to their rooms in the attic. Next came the three gentlemen up the front stairs. They all paused at the door of the sick room, to hear the I last report of Erminie's condition before taking a final leave for the night. Elfie went to meet them and gave her cheerless bulletin --"No change." Justin came in on tip-toes and gazed mournfully on his sister for a few moments, and then kissed her pallid brow and stole away. And the three gentlemen went up another flight of stairs, separated to their several apartments and retired to bed. Lastly Elfie heard Old Bob drag his mattress up the kitchen stairs and along the hall to the front door, across which he laid it down; for there, like a big watch-dog, he slept all night to guard the door, and also to be at hand to let the- doctor 'in should he call during the night or very, early in the morning. The tumbling rather than the laying down of Old Bob on his mattress was the last social sound that Elfie heard to keep her company. After that all about the house was as still as- the tomb. Though Elfie hated snorers, now, so nervous and excitable did she feel, that she would have been glad to hear Old Bob snore most sonorously. But apparently the porter was a deep and silent sleeper. Every five or ten minutes Elfie stooped over her patient; but the still white- face, so like: the face of the dead, filled her with terror. She could sometimes scarcely forbear screaming and running from the room, But, she controlled herself and watched on. THE GHOSTLY VISITOR. 405 "What has come over me?" she asked of herself. "I am naturally no coward; and yet here I am listening and watching and starting as if I expected to hear, or see, or suffer something hideous. Is it that I am out of sorts through broken rest and irregular meals--fatigue of body and anxiety of mind? Or is it the effect of the green tea? Or is it the near proximity of death that gives all my sur- roundings a supernatural aspect and throws over my spirit an atmosphere of awe and dread? I will walk awhile." And so saying, Elfie arose and paced up and down the floor. Her feet, cased in velvet slippers and walking over a soft carpet, made no noise. So Elfie paced back and forth many times, until she had walked a mile or two, if the dis- tance had all been stretched, out in a line. Then when she had thoroughly fatigued herself, she sat down again in her easy chair. Her act had been a very imprudent one; it had tired her and made her -sleepy. Indeed, she was just dropping off to sleep when the striking of the clock aroused her. It was a very softly, silvery sounding clock; but it was enough to startle an irritable napper; and Elfie awoke with a spring, thinking that she had very nearly fallen asleep; but having no idea that she really had done so. The clock chimned twelve. And Elfie, to occupy her mind and keep herself awake, * commenced quoting poetry; another impnrudent act, for how- ever appropriate were the lines to the time and scene, they were ill chosen for the occasion, because they made her the more nervous, though not the less sleepy. The lines she quoted were these: "'Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion on the world." And so on to the end. - Before Elfie got to the end she had dropped asleep again, e -en , addo page: 406-407[View Page 406-407] 406 HOW HE WON HER. and she slept on until she was once more aroused by the silvery striking of the clock. It chimed "one,"' and she sprang up with a guilty pang. "Goodness! I had nearly been asleep again. One o'clock!I well, the time does pass. Only one hour more of this dread- ful watch. I must try to keep awake somehow. It will never do to let Britomarte catch me, a sentinel, sleeping on my post. She is used to military discipline, and might take. it into her head that I ought to- be shot. And indeed I think she would be right. What a brute I am, even to feel like going to sleep beside this dying angel!" exclaimed Elfie, rising and looking over her charge. "No cange--oh, no change, my poor, sweet martyr," she said, as she kissed the pale brow and then resumed her seat. "Yes, I must keep awake .somehow. Let me try more poetry, though nothing but the horrible recurs to my memory to-night," said Elfie, yawning. ' "Now o'er the one-half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtained sleep; now witchcraft-" Elfie lost -herself, nodded forward, caught herself up and began again, "Now witchcraft," and nodded, and then re- sumed, ," Witchcraft," and then she fell fast asleep. Now what followed Elfie could never exactly account for, could never even understand whether it were reality or "witchcraft," indeed. But this was what took place, or seemed to do so. Elfie thought that she was again on the point of dropping to sleep, when she- became conscious that a tall, handsome, black-haired and black-dressed man stood beside her. She seemed only half awake,.and took 'the man for Justin, and was about to speak to him, when she suddenly recognized the Rebel General Eastworth, supposed to be then in the entrenched lines of Charleston, helping to defend the city, but also reported to have been killed in the last assault by the Union forces. THE GHOSTLY. VISITOR. 407 Before Elfie recovered from her astonishment so as to be able to, call out, the man, or the ghost, whichever it was, stretched forth his arm, and placed a moist sponge, envel- oped in a white handkerchief, to her nose. And Elfie was at once exhilarated and overwhelmed by a strange,- de- licious odor, that intoxicated her with a wild yet sweet delirium, and deprived her of both the will and the power to change her position. . Sitting there, perfectly powerless, yet perfectly conscious, unable to move or to speak, she yet heard and saw all that passed. The tall man pinned the sponge in the handkerchief to her boddice directly under her nose, so that, with her head rest- ing on her breast, she must continue to breathe the fumes. Then he turned and dropped on his knees by the bed so as to bring his dark, agonized brow nearer to the level of the beautiful pale face pillowed there, and he kissed the cold lips passionately and wept. "Oh! my dearest, my dearest, is it even so? I am here at the risk of my life, of my honor, only to look upon your sweet eyes once more before they are -hidden forever in the grave, only to hear your gentle voice speak forgiveness before it is hashed forever in death! But your eyes are closed- your lips are mute--and your wings are already spread for Heaven! Oh, Erminie! Erminie! how could I ever have weighed my mad ambition against your holy love! Oh, my darling! my darling! that I could offer up my life in ransom for yours! I would give my life to restore you, my love!- nay, I would give my life merely to hear those sweet silent lips speak one word--forgiveness!" And here the strong man bowed his head upon the sides 'of the bed and wept convulsively. And now came the strangest part of the strange vision. Elfie, witnessing all that occurred, as in a nightmare dream from which she sought in vain to wake, saw also this strange phenomenon. l page: 408-409[View Page 408-409] 408 HOW HE WON HE R. The white-robed form of Erminie slowly arose to a sitting posture; the golden glory of her auburn hair fell around her like a halo; her face shone " as the face of an angel,; she stretched forth her fair arms and let her fair hands fall softly and slowly- as snow-flakes upon the bowed black head beneath them; and she murmured, in a grave, sweet, silvery cadence: , "'Tis not for me to say the Heavenly word. But you sought me and I love you.. You saved my dear father from a dreadful doom, aLd I bless you. May the Lord speak forgiveness to your soul, my love." Yes, to Elfie's incredulous amazement, she who, for twenty-four hours, had lain on her bed " like a marble girl on a marble slab," incapable of being moved to conscious- ness by the gentle words and caresses of her only brother, or by the tender tears and kisses of her bosom friend, had been stirred to life and roused to response by the passionate appeal of her ghostly lover! Simultaneously with this strange discovery, there was a ringing as of many bells in Elfie's ears, a dancing as of many lights in Elfie's eyes, and the whole vision was whirled away from her in a delirious carnival of glory. CHAPTER XXX VII. tELFIE S VISION. Say from whence you owe this strange intelligence Speak, I charge ye HSBHAKSPAXR. I ELFIE I why, Elfie, wake up." It was the voice of Britomarte, speaking in a low but 9ager tone as she gentle shook the girl to ryose her. ELFIE'S VISION. 409 Elfie yawned, stretched her arms, and gazed, around in perplexity. . "Elfie! what, Elfie! asleep on your post! In the army we-I mean they-shoot sentinels for such derelictions from duty," said Miss Conyers. "Ow--ow--ow!" gaped Elfie, " is he- gone?" "Gone! Who gone?" "General Eastworth, or his fetch!" "General Eastworth! You are dreaming, Elfie. Wake up! I wonder that you should have allowed yourself to go to sleep." "I have not been asleep for one minute-not for one minute during my whole six hours' watch, though I have been near dropping off several times; but I managed to keep wide awake," said Elfie, with the usual self-delusion of such drowsy delinquents. - "Why, Elfie, I found you, sleeping so soundly that I could scarcely wake you." "Ow-ow- ow!" yawned the culprit. "I tell you I have not been asleep one instant. I have been chlo-ro-formed by General Eastworth. That's what's the matter." "'Chloroformed by General Eastworth! Why, Elfie, you are not even yet awake. You are still dreaming and talking in your sleeB. Rouse yourself, girl " "Rouse myself, indeed. I never was so broad awake in the whole course of-my life-as I have been within the last hour. My eyes have been stretched so wide open with astonishment that I don't believe I shall ever be able to close them again. General Eastworth, or-his fetch, has been here, and Erminie has spoken with him. There-what do you think of that?" "I think you are talking at random. I think you are still under the influence of your dream. You must have been very far gone in the 'land of Nod' to be so long in getting back again. It is well that your patient has lain so page: 410-411[View Page 410-411] r*v H OW HE WON ItER. quietly all this while as not to need your attentions," said Miss Conyers, in a rebuking manner. "I wonder how long you slept. Can you remember what hour the clock struck last?9" she inquired. "I should think I could," replied Elfie, crossly, for she was irritated at the incredulity of her friend-"I should just think I could! I was broad-awake; repeating a passage of Shakspeare to myself, suitable to the time and circum- stances, when I heard the clock strike' one,' and at the same time I saw standing by me-a man." "Nonsense, Elfie!" "-No, it was a man. First I thought it was Justin come in to ask after his sister. And I looked up to speak to him, and then I recognized General Eastworth. The sight of him here, and at this hour, took away my breath, and before I could recover it he chloroformed me-not at first to insensibility, but to powerlessness. I could neither move nor speak, but I saw and heard all that went on. The Rebel General Eastworth has been here in this room within the last hour. And Erminie has spoken with him." "Elfie, this is moonstruck madness." "No, it isn't; it is truth and soberness. He bent over her, wept over her, knelt by her bed and. apostrophized her as one does the dead. And she rose up and laid her hands upon his head, and blessed him and forgave him. And then the whole scene passed from my senses to the ringing of sil- very bells and the flashing of Drummond lights. I suppose the chloroform he had pinned under my nose produced its full effect, and threw me into- unconsciousness. But I have a very clear recollection of what happened before. And I am willing to .make an affidavit that General Eastworth has been here, and that Erminle has spoken to him." "Good Heavens, Elfie,- how can you be so utterly irrational? General Eastworth is in the besieged city of Charleston, helping to defend it, if he is not in his grave, ELFIE' S VISION.- 4" as is reported. So it is clearly impossible he could be here. And, Erminie, see for yourself. She is prostrate, as she has been for many hours, without sense or motion." "( So I hear you say. But I must, believe the evidence of my own eyes and ears for all that," pouted Elfie. "I think I can explain this, my dear. You say you heard the clock strike 'one,' and immediately saw the man at your side, and the strange play began. Now I will tell you what probably happened. As the clock struck 'one,' you fell asleep. In the meantime, our doctor, returning from some late professional visit,: and knowing that old Bob was sleeping at the hall door, called to see our patient. He was admitted, and came up into the room, and you, half awakened by his entrance, and oppressed with indigestion and nightmare-you would eat new cheese for supper, Elfie, though I warned you not to do it-you imagined the harm- less medical attendant to be the Rebel General, and you dreamed the rest." "Well, if I did--! But what is the use of talking to you matter-of-fact folks? You, believe nothing that isn't evident to your own senses. I wonder you believe in the Christian Revelation!" angrily exclaimed Elfie. "Go to bed, my dear, and when you have had a good wholesome sleep, you will rise in a better and more reasona- ble mood. And to-morrow we can easily find out from old Bob if the doctor or any one else called during the night. Come, Elfie, take my advice and retire," recommended Miss Conyers. "( Retire ' indeed! Do you think, after the supernatural horrors of this night, I can retire and compose myself to sleep? ' No indeed!" "Then if you remain here you must compose yourself to silence, my love. I think I see a change coming over our Npatient and our talk may disturb her." "Pray Heaven she may not be rising into another parox-. page: 412-413[View Page 412-413] ysm of fever and delirium. She could not outlive another attack," said Elfie, quick to take alarm. "Be quiet, please," whispered Miss Conyers. And :Elfie sat down on a low stool at the foot of the bed and said not another word. Miss Conyers took her place in the large easy chair beside the head of the bed, from which position she could easily watch the countenance of Erminie. -The clock struck three and the morning was coming on apace. All was cool and quiet in the room-; and another -hour passed slowly by; and in the sweet light of the early dawn the'night taper-on the hearth burned dimly. Miss Conyers arose and put it out. And then she went to the windows and opened them all to let in the light and air of the lovely summer morning. Then she went to the bedside to examine the condition of. her charge. And she saw a change that caused her heart to leap for joy! a change for the better, slight, but so decided that she knew the crisis had passed favorably-that physi- , cians and friends had all really been mistaken-that youth and constitution had conquered, and that she, whom they had all called the " dying girl," was about to recover. True, Erminie lay as still as she had lain for twenty-four hours; but not as cold or death-like. Her face was calmn her flesh was soft, warm and moist; and her breathing was low, gentle and regular. "Thank God, thank God!" breathed Britomarte, sink- ng on her knees to offer up this ovation of gratitude. "What is it? " murmured Efie. "SHE WILL LIV W!" joyfully exclaimed Britomarte, rising tom her knees. 'Oh, thank Heaven I Oh, what a happiness for Justin nd for us all " exclaimed Elfie, in full sympathy. K But now, my dear," said Miss Conyers, "I must retire a little from the bedside. Her coma lihas passed into health- ful sleep, from which she will presently awake. And when she does awake, she must not, just at first, see me, whom she is not prepared to see by her bedside. The surprise might hurt her." "Certainly, I will take your place here," answered Elfie. And they were about to effect the change, when a sweet, low voice stole- on their ears: "Britomarte, dear Britomarte, is that you, love? When did you arrive?" And calmly, sweetly, naturally, Erminie turned her gentle eyes-and held out her thin hand to welcome her friend. "My own best loved, my darling, my angel, I am so happy to see you better," murmured Miss Conyers, with tremulous tones and tearful eyes. "And H am so very glad to see you, too. Have the servants attended to your wants and mtade you comfort- able? Is your room arranged to your liking?" affection- ately inquired Erminie, whose first thoughts on, recovering her consciousness were for the welfare of others. Her voice was faint, but clear and calm and well sustained as she spoke., "They have made me very comfortable, dear girl. Don't disquiet yourself," replied Miss Conyers, tenderly stroking Erminie's hair. "I know the best regulated households will get out of order when the mistress is ill. And I have been very ill; but, thank Heaven, I am better now." "' Yes, thank Heaven, you are better now, sweet friend." "And you are sure you have not been neglected?" Quite sure, dear. You know that Elfie has been ' act- ing ' mistress during your illness.' "Yes, but I know that'dear Elfie has been with me all the time in this room. Whenever I have had a glimpse of con- sciousness I have seen her by my bed. Dear Flfie!" con- page: 414-415[View Page 414-415] - - - . 0.. T TV v U N 1X I M X C tinued Erminie, turning toher nurse-" dear, dear Elfie, how shall I ever be grateful enough to you?" "'There shall be no such word as ' grateful' between you and me, Ermmie. Or, if there must be, it is I who must be grateful-first to the Lord for giving me so dear a friend and continuing her to me; and next to you for your love since childhood, and your protection since the war." "Don't say that, Elfie," said Erminie.' "Oh, my darling, I am so rejoiced that you are bet- ter!" exclaimed Elfie. "So am I," said Erminie, frankly. "I have something to live for now. And I had rather live, if it please the Lord. My father is living." As Erminie spoke these last four inexplicable words, Elfie started violently, and even Britomarte changed countenance. They were both alarmed. They both thought that Erminie had been talking too much and had become dangerously excited, and that another paroxysm of fever and delirium was imminent. i But this was not so. With Erminie convalescence had set in strongly and decidedly, supported by her young and Vigorous constitution. And when the two girls looked again ! at Erminie they were reassured by her perfect ease and quietness. "'Did you hear me say, girls, that my dear father is liv- ing?" she calmly inquired. , "Yes," said Miss Conyers, speaking with an apparent composure that was very far from her real condition-"' yes; but why do you think so?-I mean, how do you know it?" "I will tell you, dear, some other time. Now I do not feel equal to the :theme. And besides--Elfie, dear," she said, turning to her nurse, ,' I am so hungry." It was a "word and a blow," for before Erminie had inished speaking Elfie had whisked from the room. And in ten minutes she returned with-a little tray cov- EL FIE S - VISION. 410 ered with a white napkin, and a cup of weak green tea, and a round of delicate brown toast. Erminie drank the tea with a great enjoyment, and even ate a morsel of the toast. "I could drink another, only I do not think it would be prudent, and so I will refrain," she said, as she gently pushed away the tray." "No, it would not be prudent, dear. When the doctor comes, we will ask what you may take, and how much of it. And I only hope he may say you may eat and drink as much as ever you like of whatever you fancy,"- said Elfie, as she removed the little service. M Elfie, darling, did I dream I saw, or did I really see my dear brother Justin by my bed?" inquired Erminie, with an effort at recollection. "You really saw him, love. -He is in the house,': replied Elfie, very much relieved to find the way opened so easily for introducing Justin, without too greatly surprising Erminie in her weak condition. "I thought so. I had glimpses of consciousness when I saw you by my bed, and that did not perplex me, because I knew, of course, that you were always here. But some- times, in those same glimpses, I seemed to see Justin, and before I could confirm the impression, I was snatched away again from all knowledge of surrounding things. When did he come?" .: "Yesterday, a few hours before Britomarte's arrival," said Elfie. "It in very early in the' morning now?" inquired Erminie. "The sun is just rising." "And Justin is not up yet. When he rises, let him know that I want to see- him. And now I must rest, please," said Erminie. Britomarte and Elfie between them raised her up. Bri- page: 416-417[View Page 416-417] "6 HOW HE WON HER. tomarte supported her, while Elfie turned and beat up the pillows, and straightened the sheet. And then they laid her comfortably down, and made all tidy around her while she fell asleep. Then Catherine was called to watch the sleeper, while Britomarte and Elfie went to make their morning toilets, and to take the early breakfast of which they stood so much in need. Meanwhile the news of Erminie's convalescence spread through the house, filling every heart with surprise and joy, for every member of the household dearly loved the amiable young mistress. Old Bob, taking up "Mr. Justin's " hot water, gladdened the brother's heart with the intelligence of his sister's rescue from the grave. And Colonel Rosenthal hastened through his morning exercises, and hurried down into- the library, where he found Britomarte and Elfie at breakfast. "Is it true?" he eagerly inquired, as he joined them, and before even tendering the conventional "Good morning." "Thank Heaven, yes. All danger is past," replied Bri- tomarte. "Has the doctor said so?" "The doctor has not been here this morning. But it needs no doctor to tell that Erminie is raised from death," said Elfie. "Can I see her now?" inquired Justin. "She knows you are here. She has asked to see you as soon as you should be up and dressed. But she is sleeping now, and so you must wait until she wakes. Meanwhile, you had better draw up your chair and take breakfast with us." Justin followed this advice and seated: himself at the table. Domestic affairs were administered in a very easy, not to say loose manner, since the illness of Erminie. ELPIES VISION. 417 The members of the family and the guests came down to breakfast when they were ready, and ate it when it was prepared, without waiting for others. Thus it happened that our family party were half through with the morning meal before Major Fielding and Captain Ethel made their appearance. Hot coffee and hot chops were ordered for the new comers, who, after the morning greetings, took their places at the table, and the meal progressed. Major Fielding and Captain Ethel were then made happy with the news of Erminie's convalescence. "And the doctor is sure that all danger is past?" in- quired Major Fielding. "We are sure that all danger is past, but the doctor has not seen her this morning," said Miss Conyers.. "I humbly beg your pardon, Miss," said old Bob, who was waiting on the table. "I humbly beg your pardon, Miss, but the doctor have seen her this morning. He have been here airly, very airly indeed, Miss-in fact, before day." "Indeed!" exclaimed Miss Conyers, whose memory im- mediately reverted to Elfie's dream, or vision, and her own -Britomarte's -version of it. "Yes, indeed, Miss., He rousened me up outen my sleep to let him in." Miss Conyers here looked' archly at, Elfie, whose face ex- hibited a curiously blended expression of mirth, relief and mortification ; for she was strluck with the ludicrous aspect' the affair now assumed, aid she was glad to have a super- natural mystery cleared up; but she was also ashamed of the part she had played in the farce. ' Do you know at what precise hour the doctor came?" inquired Miss Conyers. "Yes, Miss. It must abeen 'bout ktween one and two o'clock. Way I know it is this: Just arter he came down 26 - page: 418-419[View Page 418-419] "8 ROW. HE WON XH . stairs, and I let him out ag'in, I heerd the hall clock strike two. A "How long do you suppose he was up stairs?" inquired Miss Conyers, Well, nigh upon an hour I should say, Miss.' You see I kept awake to let' him out." Britomarte looked at Elfie and burst into an irrepressible fit of laughter. Elfie pouted, sulked, and finally caught the infection and laughed heartily for company. "There seems to be some joke here that we of the mas- culine persuasion are shut out from enjoying. Pray, may I, without indiscretion, inquire -into its nature?" asked Major Fielding. And Justin and Ethel, by their looks at least, seconded the motion. "It is Elfie's secret," laughed Miss Conyers. "Well, you, may tell it, Britomarte," laughed also Elfie. "It seems, then," said Miss Conyers, "that this young lady had the watch; that, wearied out with many days of lost rest, she fell asleep at her post; and, having indulged in new cheese for supper, she had the nightmare; and so, when the doctor paid his nocturnal visit, she -took him for the Rebel General Eastworth, and because she couldn't wake, imagined that he had chloroformed her to prevent her giving the alarm." ' And here Major Fielding burst into a laugh, in which he- was joined by Justin, Ethel, Britomarte and even Elfie. But then their hearts were lightened of so great a load that it was easy to rouse them to laughter. After breakfast, Major Fielding and Captain Ethel, knowing that they, in any case, would not be permitted to see Miss Rosenthal that day, and feeling relieved of all anxiety on her account, went out to take a walk, and trans- act some business that had been neglected during Erminie's illness. ELFIE' VISION. 419 As soon as Erminie was awake, and had been refreshed' by ablutions and a change of dress, Justin was summoned to her room.. He found her lying on her bed, with her head raised by many pillows, looking wan, fair and transparent, and yet so nhiuch better than she had seemed the day before. Repressing his strong feelings he advanced to her bed- side, stooped over her and kissed her gently, saying softly: "My dear Erminie! my dear, dear sister I how thankful to Heaven I am to find you so much improved.," She put her arms around his neck, and drew him closer to her heart, and returned his fond kiss; but all in silence. Very quiet was the interview between this devoted brother and sister. ( I am so happy having you here, sitting by me and hold- ing my hand," whispered Erminie, with her fingers clasped in his. * (And I am so happy to be iere, and to see you so much better," murmured Justin. "When you left us you wore a captain's straps; now you wear the colonel's eagle," said Erminie, proudly. "Yes, dear sister; and my greatest pride in wearing them is that they give you pleasure." "You will have a general's star before long. "I will try to earn them for your sake, sweet sister." "Have you seen muh of Britomarte?" "Yes, dear." "Do you know where she lives, what she does?" "She -has told me nothing, dear, of her residence or oc- cupation. She keeps her. secret," answered Justin, rather evasively. But Erminie was not extreme toemark the flaws in his reply. She started another subject. "Justin," she said, "I am sure our dear father lives." "Heaven grant -that he may ny dear," said Ju stin, page: 420-421[View Page 420-421] 420 HOW HE WON HBR. humoring what he supposed to be the fancy of a weak invalid, but recollecting with a pang the body removed from its humble grave on the battle field of Bull Run, and interred in the family burial lot in the cemetery at Wash- ington. I am not strong enough now to tell you how I know this; but I will explain it in a day or two." "You shall take your own time, love," said Justin. 8o quietly they conversed together until the entrance of the doctor. He had been received by poor, old, stupid Frederica, who hadomitted to tell him the good news, about his patient, probably under the impression that he was fully aware of Erminie's condition. And he had not made the usual in- quiry of 1"How is Miss Rosenthal this morning?" because he shrunk from asking the question until he should reach the sick room. He had not- seen the other members of the family, and so he came into Erminie's presence all unen- lightened as to the favorable change in her condition. And the first thing he saw was Erminie, propped up on pillows, conversing cheerfully with her brother. "Bless us! here is a change!" he exclaimed, with a smile, as he walked up to the bedside. "How are we this morning?" he asked, taking the chair vacated for him by Justin, and feeling the pulse of his patient. " Getting well as fast as possible, Doctor," smiled Er- minie. Yes, yes, we are getting well fast! We can relish a little chicken broth this morning, can we not?" "I think we can," she answered. "And a half a glass of port wine. And to-morrow it may be a rwhole glass." . Erminie nodded. "She will require no more medicine, only careful nursing Ad dieting," said the doctor,. turning to Justin. E;'LFIE 'S VISION. 421- a I am very glad to hear you say so, Doctor Burney. Did you see indications of this favorable change when you visited her early this morning?" "Early this morning? I have not been here before this morning," said the doctor, in some surprise. "Well, then, in the night, perhaps, I should rather say; as it was but a little past one o'clock when you called," said Justin, correcting himself. "I called!" repeated the doctor. "Between one and two in the night," explained Justin. "My dear sir, you are mistaken! I have not been here since six last evening," said the doctor. "Indeed! Then who " began Justin; but he imme- diately caught up his words. Here was a mystery; but it would never do to worry Erminie's mind with it. So he paused. "Whatever could have made you think I was here in the night?" inquired the doctor. ,' It was a mistake, either of mine or somebody else's," evasively replied Justin. "But who said I was here?" persisted the doctor. "One of the servants, I believe, fancied that you had called." "Which one?" " Old Bob." "Oh, ah, he dreamed it! I was six miles from here be- tween one and two o'clock. I was out at a diabolical old place called Witch Elms, attending the death-bed of an an- tediluvian old woman, named Miss Pole." While Colonel Rosenthal and Doctor Burney conversed together, Erminie listened attentively, turning towards each as he spoke. Occasionally an arch smile - played over her expressive features, as though she thought she could, if she pleased, explain the' mystery that so" puzzled her physician and her brother. But- when she heard the nameof the old lady at Witch Elms, she said: page: 422-423[View Page 422-423] And"' HOW HE WON HER. I knew Miss Pole slightly. She was the great grand- aunt of my dear friend, Miss Conyers. I called at Witch Elms once. The reminiscence is not a pleasant one. Still I hope the old lady was well prepared for the last great change." ' "I doubt it, 'said the doctor. "She died very much as I imagine she had lived. And she left me two ;very strange commissions. The first was to deliver into the hands of Britomarte Conyers a certain packet not to be opened until after her funeral. The second was to forbid Miss Conyers from attending that funeral. 'I shall discharge both) before leaving the house this morning." "Strange commissions, indeed. But then Miss Pole was a very strange woman." "'Yes. And now, my dear Miss Rosenthal, I think you i have talked long enough. A new convalescent, like a new- born babe, has but two great duties to perform-to eat and sleep alternately. Here comes our good Catherine with your chicken troth. So we will now leave you to discuss that, the most wholesome subject that can occupy your thoughts Just *now. AAnd so saying, the doctor smiled and bowed and walked j out of the room, accompanied by Justin. CRAPTES XxXlx BOB'S SPECTRE. It was about to speak when the cock crew, And then it started like -a-guilty thing Upon a fearful summons.-SH4,Xs wat. "CoME into the library, if you please, Dr. Burney. I wi-sh-to send for- old Bob, and confront him with bu, and *lear iup this mystery of the midnight visitor," sd, Justin, eading the way to the favorite room. , Nonsense, my young friend. There is no mystery in the matter. Our honest old Bob supped off pork chops and had the nightmare and dreamed of a visitor," laughed the doctor, as he followed the colonel. "These two persons of very opposite characters and posi- tions must have had the nightmare at the same time and dreamed the same dream, said Justili, as he opened the li- brary door. When the two gentlemen entered this favorite room, they found Britomarte and Elfie, waiting for the termination of the doctor's visit to Erminie before they should return to her side. They now arose and received the doctor's greetings and congratulations upon the convalescence of their friend, and then they were about to withdraw, when Justin stopped them,. "Remain, if you please, for a few moments, young ladies. I am about to call up old Robert and confront him with Dr. Burney and investigate this affair of the nocturnal visitor," he said. "But I thought that was already settled. It was the doctor who came in the night, was it not?" inquired Bri- tomarte. 'No, my dear Mifiss Conyers, whoever it was, it was not the doctor," replied the gentleman in question. Justin rang the be p, and old Bob answered it. "Sit -down, doctor. Young ladies, pray resume your seats," said Justin, as he set the example by placing himself in a chair. Bob stood in the door, waiting orders. Come here," said Colonel Rosenthal. The man obeyed, looking puzzled and frightened and- very-much like a prisoner who was arraigned and who expected to be found guilty. "Now tell us who it was that you let in last night." page: 424-425[View Page 424-425] 24. HOW HE WON HER. t The doctor there, sar," answered Bob, without a mo- ment's hesitation. "May good friend, you never were more mistaken in your life. I can prove an alibi. I was six miles from the spot at the hour you admitted the visitor," said Dr. Burney. Old Bob's jaws-dropped and his eyes opened. "Is that so, sar?" he asked, in a piteous tone i Yes, that is so. Now try to recollect yourself and re- flect whether you did not fall asleep and dream the whole thing." "No, arser! no, sar! it might a been de debbil, or it might a been a ghost, or it might a been a token of my- death, but it warn't no dream. Dis chile war too wide awake for dat!" exclaimed Bob, as his hair seemed to straighten out with a retrospective terror. "aow see you here, Bob. Look at me, and tell me really whether the person you admitted, or think you admitted, resembled me," said Dr. Burney. "Lor' forgive me, Marse Doctor, now I does look at you sar, and callsup my memorandum, it seems to me as the- the-other one-was more taller and more darker com- plected than you is, sar. It must a been a spirit, sar, come to warn me as my days war numbered," shuddered the old "Fudge, old fellow! All our days are numbered, for that matter.-Colonel "-and here the doctor .turned to address Justin-" you said that there was another witness in this case--who wastit " "I:lie," said Justin, "have I your permission to speak?" "Yes, certainly," replied the young lady addressed. 'Well, then, Mrs. Goldsborough was the other witness. At the same hour at which old Bob admitted the mysterious visitor, Mrs. Goldsborough was watching by the bed of my sister, when she was suddenly aware of the presenceof a BOB'$ S ?ECTRE. 425 man by her side. Taking him at first to be myself, she was about to speak, when, on looking closer, she recognized, or thinks she recognized, the Rebel General Eastworth, sup- posed to have been killed at Charleston." "I am quite certain I recognized him," put in Elfie. "Well, then, she is quite certain she recognized him. She was at first so stupefied with astonishment that she could not call onit. And before she could recover her self-: possession and give the alarm, he applied- chloroform to her nostrils, and deprived her of the power of moving and speaking, although not of hearing and seeing." "I heard and saw everything that occurred in the first few minutes of his presence there," added Elfie, l "She asserts that he spoke to my sister, succeeded even in arousing her attention, and calling her back to full, though transient consciousness, and gaining her forgiveness and her blessing." "And by that time," added Elfie, the chloroform that he had secured under my nostrils so completely overcame me, that I knew nothing more until Britomarte aroused me." "And is that all?" inquired the doctor. "Yes, and enough, too, I should think," answered Elfie. "And what is your opinion of all this, Colonel?" inquired the doctor. "' I am - perplexed beyond measure, and as yet can form no possible opinion. . General Eastworth has been in Charleston, South Carolinaj- for the last twelve months. He is reported to have been killed within the last week. I can make nothing of it." "Iam not perplexed. I can make something of-it. I believe that General Eastworth is in Washington city in disguise, that he has become acquainted with the notorious fact of Erminie's illness, and also with the. less well known facts of the doctor's frequent night calls, and old Bob's position in the front hall, to open the front door at all hours, page: 426-427[View Page 426-427] ; v H OMW HE WON HER.. and I believe that he boldly ventured in to see his once betrothed. Bosh who do you think is a fool? Didn't I see and hear him with my own eyes and ears,? True, I was staggered in my conviction of identity when- old Bob insisted ithat it was the doctor he let in; but now that the doctor says it- was- not he, I am convinced it was. General Eastworth, and that General Eastworth is now in Washing- ton city, as a spy, most likely," said Elfie, with great posi- tiveness. " Pray, haV you read the morning papers, Miss--I beg your pardon-Mrs. Goldsborough?" emphatically inquired the doctor; i "I have not," said Elfie; " why?" "Nor you, colonel?" he next asked of Justin. "I have glanced over them only. We have all been too much occupied with my sister to read them with much attention or interest," replied Justin. "Then probably this little paragraph, concerning the gentleman we have been discussing, has escaped your atten- tion." "What is it?" inquired Elfie. "Reads it," said Justin. The doctor opened the paper he held- in his hand and read: "THE REBEL GENERAL EASTWORTH.-The report of the death of this, notorious leader is undoubtedly well founded. The Reverend Doctor Robinson, returned from Charleston under a flag of truce, confirms the tale. On the morning of the twelfth instant General Eastworth, while riding along the eastern defences of the city, was instantly killed by a-shell from one of our gun-boats." "There," said the doctor, folding up the paper--" what do you think of that?" No one answered, Every one seemed dumb-foundered. Old B-ob was the first to, break the silence.' Seeing amazement on every face, he gasped out: BOB 'S SPECTRE. 427 a Wha---wha-wha-Lwha-what does all dat mean?" "It means that you let in a ghost, Uncle Bob!": ex- claimed Elfie, mischievously. "Wha-wha-wha-what ghost?" stammered the old man, with chattering teeth, starting eyes, and ashen cheeks. "The ghost of the Rebel General Eastworth, who was killed in Charleston'" said Elfie. "Oh, my Lore! my Lot'! my Lor! I'm a dead nigger!" exclaimed old Bob, with all the superstitious terrors of his race strong upon him. "You may leave the room, Bob," said Colonel Rosenthal. And the old man hurried away to tell the wonderful story in the kitchen, and then to betake himself to his prayers. "Now, then, Mrs. Goldsborough, what do you say?" inquired the doctor. "I say that I am of the, same opinion still. I believe that story of General Eastworthls death to be a mere canard, or more than that, a stratagem to cover his surreptitious: visit to Washington. I tell you I saw and heard him with my own eyes and ears; and I am willing to go before the provost marshal and lodge the information under oath, that the great Rebel general was in Washington city, and in this house, last night between the hours of one and two! If you think my story wants confirmation, let Justin ques- tion his sister as to who her visitor last night was.- I was strongly tempted to do so myself; but I refrained from con- sideration for Erminie's weak state. But let Justin ques- tion her now." "Thanks-no, if you please," said the doctor, emphati- cally--"not with my sanction. Colonel Rosenthal and ladies, I must earnestly request you not even to allude to this strange event in my patient's hearing. In every point of view, the subject would be a dangerously exciting one to her. -But I strongly advise you to have the cash-box and / page: 428-429[View Page 428-429] Rev 1n u w n xi w W N A1 ER. plate chest examined, and a detective policeman sent for. -With all respect for your opinion, Mrs. Goldsborough, I must believe that an accomplished burglar has found his way intd the house, and probably effected a robbery." And with these words the doctor turned to Miss Conyers, silently- placed a packet and letter in her hands, took up his hat, shook hands with his friends, and went away. "It will do no- harm to follow his advice, Elfie," said Justin,:touching the bell once more. "We will see if there is anything missing. If there has been a robbery, it will be clear that the. strange, visitor was a burglar. If there has been no robbery, there will be no harm in your going to the provost marshal and giving the information as you suggest." Old Frederica answered the bell, and apologized for pre- senting herself by saying: "If you please, sir, black Bob, he's not in a fit state to come; he's perfectly glowered with the fright.1" , Never mind, Frederica; you'll do. We have reason to suspect that a robber got into the house last night. Have you missed anything?" " or', sir, no--not a thing." "Make a thorough search; and especially make a careful examination of the plate chest; and then come and report to me.' Frederica left the room to obey. And then the group broke up. Justin went to look to the iron chest where money and documents were kept. Britomarte, with a face paler than usual, withdrew to examine the letter and parcel placed in her hands by the doctor. Elfie went back to the chamber of Erminie. Meanwhile a thorough search was made of the premises.' Not an article was missing. No robbery had been perpe- z / , ' BD-OB'S SPECTR E. T; trated. No vestige of a robber was to be found. And the mystery thickened. When Elfie came out of Erminie's room, she found Justin on the watch: for her. / "Come here, my dear girl," he whispered, withdrawing her out of earshot of Erminie's attendants. {' I am inclined to be of your opinion in this matter. The result of our investigation is that no trace of a burglar can be found. ThereforeJ I think your conjecture as to the presence -of General Eastworth in the city, and his identity with the mysterious visitor of last night, may be founded in truth. His intimate knowledge of the interior arrangements of our house would certainly favor his visiting it in that- secret manner. v "When I discovered that the visitor was not the doctor, I was convinced that it- was Eastworth -who came. I have not had a doubt about the matter since," said Elfie. "Then you had better come with me and give informa- tion at the provost mawrshal's office directly." "Bless my soul and bbdy! Well, I said I was willing to go, and I'll go; but now it comes to the point I don't like the office at all," said Elfie, as she hurried off to get her bonnet and mantle. In a few minutes Justin took her out in a carriage to do the disagreeable duity he had recommended. They were gone but an hour, at-bethe end of which Elfie returned in rather a bad humor, and Justin with a very grave face. They had both been subjected to a close cross examina- tion. Elfie threw off her bonnet and mantle, and hurried into the room of Erminie, whom she found'quietly sleeping. Catherine- had the watch. "Where is Miss Convers?" inquired Elfie. s "I don't know, ma'am. She hasn't been in this room since breakfast. ? page: 430-431[View Page 430-431] %t0Ut." HQW H. WON HER. S trange! I'll go eand, look for her," said Elfie, rising. to leave the chamber. But at the door she met- Britomarte, in a travelling dress, and looking very pale and haggard, "'IFor- Heavens sake, what is the matter?" exclaimed - Elfie,starting back. "Is Erminie awake?" inquired Miss Conyers, disregard- ingher friend's question.. "No; but what is the matter with you, Britomarte?" "I have had news that will compel me to leave you to- day." . "To leave us to-day!" "Yes; but I must wait until Erminie awakes to take leave of her." "Woman of mystery I what is your news and where are you going? 'exclaimed Elfie, half in pity half in mirth. "You must excuse me from explaining, Elfie. You lknow, for I have told you, that there is a secret in my life. 'You must respect it," said Britomarte, gravely. "There is more than one secret, I imagine. Well, I will respect them all, Britomarte," said her companion. While they spoke, Erminie awoke, very much refreshed by her nap. "How do you feel, dearest?" inquired Miss Conyers. "Very well--full of returning life. But you-you look pale and sad, Britomarte. What troubles you?" anxiously inquired Erminie. "The duty, of leaving you immediately, my darling. No, do not say a word to hinder me, love. You know that nothing but the most absolute necessity could induce me to go now i and. that I must go," said Miss Conyers, seeing Athat her friend was about to expostulate. "Well, well,; I -must, submit, I suppose! but you will come back soon:?" sighed Erminie. 'As soon as possible, love . And now God bless yol,. . . BOB?S S PE TRE, 431 darling, and send you /a full and speedy recovery!" said Miss Conyers, stooping and kissing her friend. "And God keep you in all your ways, my best beloved," breathed Erminie, returning the caress. "Good bye, Elfiel" said Britomarte, as she wrung Elfrida's hand and. left the room. On her way to the library to seek Justin, she met him in the hall. "Good-bye, Justin!" she exclaimed, holding out her hand.- What!" he cried. "Good-bye!" "You don't mean it!" "Yes, Ido!" "Where are you going?" "About my business, Justin," sadly smiled Miss Con- yers. "But-excuse me!--What business?" "That is my secret, if you please, Justin.' "Pardon my impertinence," said Colonel Rosenthal, with a mortified air; " but I hoped to speak to you, Britomarte, on that one subject which days and night has occupied my thoughts since I first met you! i he said, taking her hand and seeking to detain her. "Let that subject rest, if not forever, at least till after the war is over." . "And then? ' "Then we may neither of us wish to resume it." "Britomarte, are you not wantonly trifling with my happiness and yours?" 'I have no time for 'trifling'- of any sort. It would be well, besides, if we thought a little less of; happiness,' and a little more of duty. Justin, my carriage is waiting to take me to the station, where I must not miss the train. Good- bye! -said Britomarte, withdrawing her hand from his clasp. . page: 432-433[View Page 432-433] 432 RHOW HE WON HER. "ANo, let me see you to the station, at least," said Justin, taking his hat, opening the hall-door, and escorting her to the carriage, into which he followed her. They caught the train just before it started. Miss Conyers had no luggage but a hand-bag, and there- fore she was the more easily enabled to get into her seat in the ladies' car in time. Jdi n bade her a hasty adieu, and returned home. As soon as Erminie was convalescent Justin took leave of her and returned to his regiment. And in the course of a few weeks, two or more of our young friends went to the front-little Mira as a volunteer, and Mr. Billingcoo as a drafted man. CHAPTER XL. ON THE BATTLE FIELD. 'Twas the battle field, and the starless night Hung dark o'er the dead and the dying, And the wind passed by,: Writh a dirge arid a moan, 'Where the young and!he brave were lying.-L. E. L. IT was the night after the terrible battle of Cold Harbor. Both armies had fallen back.' - The dead and wounded lay where they had dropped. Among the latter was Colonel Rosenthal, who had been struck down while charging in front of his regiment. Young Wing, at the hazard of life and even of dearer honor, went in search of his colonel. Wandering in the darkness over that field of blood, he came suddenly upon a fallen horse and rider, and knew by the instinct of affection that he had found whom he sought. "Is that you, Wing? hoarsely whispered a feeble voice, as the young officer threw himself down on the ground. ON THE BATTLE FIELD. 433 "Yes, yes, my colonel, it is I," sobbed Wing. "How did you find me, my boy, on this chaotic field, under this dark sky?" "How? Oh, how does the faithful dog find his fallen master amid such confusion? I saw you when you fell. I noticed where you lay. I could not come to you in the hurly-burly of that charge-" - "Ah! a gallant charge, Wing! a glorious charge! It was fine to fall in such a charge as that!?' "Yes, my Colonel. But I have come to help you now. How can I do so? Where are you hurt?"said Wing, groping about, and feeling man and horse under his hands. "I do not know where I am hurt, Wing. But the horse has fallen on me, partly," groaned the colonel. "Stay! if I can find a musket or a carbine-and there must be many scattered over this field-I can use it as a lever and raise the weight from you, my Colonel," said Wing, moving about in search of the instruments required. In his motions he touched with his feet whathe supposed to be the dead body of a soldier. And he elicited a deep, prolonged groan. i"Ah! I am so sorry I did I hurt you?" tenderly inquired Wing, stooping to address this new claimant of his sym- pathy. "Oh, no-only roused me," moaned the wounded boy. "Can I do anything for you?" asked Wing. "Water! water!" Wing had a canteen filled with water, and he took the stopper off and put it to the mouth of the boy, who drank greedily. "That was good! Now I can die comfortably. Friend, are you Yank. or Secesh?" "Yank.," said Wing. "Well, never mind. What are we fighting for, I won- der? I'm Secesh. Put your hand-in my bosom, Yank. / 27 , H page: 434-435[View Page 434-435] 434 HOW H't] WON HER, Take out a powder-flask cover that you will find there. My sister worked it and gave it to me before I left home to join the army. Keep it, Yank. " ' "I will keep it for your sister and send it to her if you will tell me where she lives," said Wing. '"Her name is Ellen Jenkins. She lives--" And here the speaker's voice failed. "She lives-? said Wing, listening attentively. -"In Rich-in Rich-" panted the dying boy. Wing snatched a flask of brandy from his bosom and placed it to the lips of the young soldier. Too late! There was but' the gurgling death rattle in his throat. He could neither swallow nor articulate. "Do you mean to say that she lives in Richmond?" gently inquired Wing, taking the hand of the boy, who closed his fingers upon the hand of Wing and nodded earnestly. And the next moment all was over. Wing sighed and turned the young soldier on his back, and straightened out his limbs and closed his eyes, placing two pennies upon the lids to keep them down. While performing these last offices he had several times touched a carbine that lay beside the dead boy. Now he took it up and returned to the spot where Justin Rosenthal lay partly under the burden of the horse. "Oh, my Colonel! I have been away so long! But I found -a dying soldier, moaning for water, before I found the carbine. And I had to minister to his wants, and even receive his last' breath and close his eyes, before I could come back to you," said-Wing. "You were right, my boy. But now the wind has risen a little and blown the fog away. Can you see where to place the end of the carbine so as to raise the weight of the horse from my limbs?" "Yes, my Colonel, I can," said Wing, poking the end of ON THE BATTLE FIELD. 435 the weapon under the body of the horse that lay directly across one of Justin'slimbs, and prying it up a little way. "There-that is already a great relief. A little higher- raise it a little higher, Wing, and I shall be able to draw my limb from under it and crawl away," said Justin. And Wing put forth all his strength, and pryed up the weight, and lifted it clear of the crushed limb beneath it, and held it so, until Justin Rosenthal crawled away. Then Wing let the dead horse drop to the ground, while he rushed to his colonel. A danger that neither had dreamed of was now threaten- ing the life of Justin Rosenthal. It appeared that the Minie' ball which had killed his horse under him had also passed through hisiown leg, sever- ing some important vein or artery. The dead weight of the horse falling upon this limb, had closed the orifice, and stopped the bleeding. But now, at the removal of the weight, the wound birst out again, and the life-stream of the man was running fast away. He lay panting, fainting, almost dying, when Wing came up to him. "My Colonel! oh, what is the matter?" inquired Wing, in -a voice vibrating with anxiety. "I think that I am dying, Wing. But come here, boy. Come close. Stoop down and listen to me." "But what is it? oh, my Colonel, what is it? Where is your wound? Wha" can I do for you?" wailed Wing, weeping like a woman and wringing his hands. "I think that the femoral artery is severed, Wing, and that I am bleeding to death." "Oh, no, no, no!" groaned Wing. "Cease lamenting, dear boy. Mine is but a soldier's fate. Htow egotistical to bemoan it. v Only remember,- Wing, and tell my dear sister that fell in the glorious charge of Wilson's cavalry at/Cold Harbor." "I will tell her I I will tell her I But I cannot give you page: 436-437[View Page 436-437] C0M HOW HE WON HER. up I I WILL not give you up! You must not die I You sHAT T not die! Where is this severed artery? I will pinch it together with my fingers until I stop the bleeding, and I will hold it so all night and all day, and many nights and days, if necessary, until surgical relief comes to you l" cried Wing. "Ah, my boy, you must hurry from this spot. Every- hour that you stay here is fraught with death. You are S actually within the rebel lines, Wing. How you ever suc- ceeded in getting here undetected I cannot imagine, unless both chance and the darkness of the- night favored you. But now, my boy, you must receive my last message for one I love, and you must hurry back before daylight betrays you to the enemy and to captivity," said Colonel Rosenthal, gravely. -' Where is your wound? oh, where? ' Help me to find it, that I may-stanch the blood," said Wing, feeling blindly about the body of his colonel. "Well, well, here, if'you will have it. Here, in my right legg' answered Justin, in a voice that was every instant falling fainter. Wing felt the leg of the trowsers soaked in blood; he snatched his dagger from his belt, and ripped it up, so as to get to the wound. And he took his handkerchief, and bound it around the limb just above the knee, and drew it as tighteas possible, and tied it fast, and so he checked the fast flow of blood. "Thanks, Wing. Thanks, my dear boy, I think you have helped me for the present. Now hear my last message to one I love, and then turn and fly-isave yourself," said Justin, solemnly. "'Tell me, then, your last- message. What is it? in- quired Wing. ^ "Say to my beloved sister:that I fell leading on my regi- ment in Wilson's glorious -charge at Cold Harbor. Say if ON. THE BATTLE FIELD. 437 I could have chosen the manner of my death, I would have chosen this. Bid her bestow my property on the bereaved of this war-the bereaved of both sides. For the widows -and orphans and old mothers of the rebel soldiers are as much to be pitied as those of our own. Bid her, when the war is over, to open wide her heart and home for the return- ing prodigals. 'Bid her do all she can, in her limited woman's way, to heal the wounds -of the country, to reconcile enemies, and to bring back peace. And give her my love and my blessing. Will you remember to. deliver all this message, Wing " "Oh, yes I I will! I will! But is this the only message you hav6 to send?" sobbed Wing. "The only one," answered Justin. "And is there no other--no other that you remember in this awful hour-none to whom you would wish to send a parting word?" wept Wing. , None--there is none!" answered Justin solemnly. "No woman'as dear, or dearer than a sister, to whom you would like to send some-some last word of love? oh, speak, if there be, and I will bear your message faithfully, sacredly, silently, until I meet with her for whom it is in- tended! Oh, think! oh, speak! is there none--none but your sister to whom you would send such a message? ' pleaded Wing. , There'is none! ,/answered Jusiin, solemnly. -Beyond this field of blood, there is none but my sister to whom I care to send a message.' Wing sat down and wept convulsively. After a little while Justin put out his hand, and taking that- of Wing pressed it, and drew it to his lips and kissed it, and said: "Britomarte -" With a violent start the hand was snatched away, but almost immediately it was returned and re-clasped. page: 438-439[View Page 438-439] 488 HOW HE WON HER. "Britomarte--now in this supreme hour--now, with my life-blood oozing slowly but surely away-with my hours nay, my very minutes mumbered--may I venture to repcog- nize you and call you by your name?-may I venture to confess that I recognized you from the beginning?" he pleaded, still holding and caressing her hand. "Justin! Justin, my beloved! my beloved!" exclaimed Britomarte, whom we shall no longer call by her assumed name of Wing. And she dropped her head upon his bosom and sobbed aloud. He folded his arms around her, and she sobbed until her passion of grief had exhausted itself. Then she raised her head and wiped her eyes. {"I am dying, Britomarte! that is nothing; a soldier's fate-no more. But stoop, my darling, and put your lips to mine, and give me the kiss-the kiss that my heart has 'hungered for through all these weary years!" he pleaded. She stooped and pressed her lips to his in long, clinging, passionate kisses, murmuring between them: "' If you die, I die with you, Justin! I can not survive you, my beloved! I feel my heart sinking with your ebbing life! But oh! that we had our days to live over again! oh, that we' had! I would not then repulse your dear love, Justin; I would not! I would not! Ah!, how could I have been so unwomnahly, so inhuman, as to repel such a heart as yours. Oh, live, Justin! live, that I may undo the work of years, jand make you happy if I can!" 'My dearest! if anything could make me live in this world, it would be your love, that makes me so happy. But if I die here, Britomarte, we shall live in another and a better world, where- all mists shall be cleared from our vision-'where we shall know each other as we are, and love each other eternally," he said, gently caressing her. - Oh, try to live!-to live in this world yet a little while, dear. Justin. There is a great deal in trying, you know. Pray to the Lordto help you I Ah, do not cheat yourself J , ON THE BATTLE FIELD. 439 out of your beautiful youth-time on this dear earth! The other world may be bright enough,- but it is not this sweet, familiar earth! Ah, try to live, dear Justin! let me look at your wound. It has ceased to ooze! it has indeed, dear. The blood is coagulated all around the binding. You WILL live if you only make a strong effort," urged Brito- marte. Her words were like the elixir of life. They put new strength into the sinking man. ; If it depends upon me, my dearest one, I shall not die! I will try to live, Britomarte, since life holds out the promise of so much happinesA in your love!" a That is right! You WILL live I I know it-I feel it!" "But, my darling, you must go now. Every minute you remain here is fraught with danger to your honor and your liberty. Go, dear Britomate, go! "No, I will not leave you! .I -will stay here and watch you. And now I think of it, you must keep your limb per- fectly still. The least motion miay set it to bleeding again." "I will, my. dearest, I will. But go now-do go! "I skid that I would not leave you, and I meant it!" "' But every moment of your stay is replete with peril to you! Squads of rebel soldiers pass every nowfand then to plunder the dying -aid the dead. And the fog is blowing away, and it is getting clearer and lighter every minute, and if they come this way and discover you, they will cap- ture you immediately." So they will you, Justin, if they discover your rank. And I am resolved to stay and share your fate,-' she firmly replied. "Oh, Britomarte! Britomarte! think of the horrors of the Libby Prison I, How could you--a whman-bear them! Reflect and fly, Britomarte! Fly, and save yourself in time!" he urged. page: 440-441[View Page 440-441] SIV HOW HE WON HER. "If I were able to takeyou up On my shoulders and bear you off from the battle field, as 1Aneas bore his father from burning Troy, I would do so. But as I am not able so to save you, I will stay and share your fate. ' Horrors of the Libby. Prison?'--Oh, Justin! there is nothing in this world so hard to bear as separation from those we love. Nothing, Justin, nothing! I know it) I feel it. I said so, Justin, when you left me to go. into the army; and so -I disguised myself and followed you to the field. And I say so now, kneeling by your side in this vale'of blood. I am now your promised wife, and nothing on earth shall ever part me from your side unless I should be torn by violence away. If you go to Libby, I go -to Libby; happier if I share your fate in that foul prison and pest-house 'than I could be anywhere else on earth." "But, Britomarte, for your own sake-for my sake!" "Justin, my beloved, I abjured my womanhood, disguised myself and followed you to battle; I have been by your side on twenty well fought fields; r have dared what w9man never dared before that I might be everwith you! rustin, Justin, my true love! my husband for time and :ternity! never again ask me to leave you!" she exclaimed, ter voice and allher frame trembling wi'h emotion. " I willnot! Before heaven, I promise it! I will never sk you, I will never consent to your leaving me!" fer- enfl, earnestly, solemnly replied Justin, closing his hand pon her. "That is well! Now let us talk calmly together, while e wait for what may happen. And now tell me, Justin, w it was 'that you recognized me, as you did, from the ,ginning? I thought I was well disguised, and I am a ,od actress; with almost a Protean power of changing mv ce, and with a ventriloquist's gift of changing my voice! Said. , - "Yes, you were well disguised! wonderfully well! You '* / ON THE BA TTLE FIELD. 441 had sacrificed your luxuriant and beautiful, dark brown tresses, and had put on a skull-cap wig of short, stiff, bristling flaxen hair, and drawn it tight and low over your forehead, making the latter much narrower than nature had formed it. You had shaved off your arched black eyebrows, giving your face the bald look corresponding to the short, stiff hair, and quite altering the expression of your eyes. You had widened your mouth by two deep hidden lines in the corner., Altogether you had made, as you women say, ' a figure of yourself' which was not Britomarte. You had put yourself in the uniform of a United States soldier. And you always carried four or five pebbles in your mouth, to make you speak thickly like a dGerman," said Justin. "And yet you recognized me?" "Yes; when I saw you in the ranks-flaxen hair, bald face, wside mouth, soldierts clothes and Dutchman's voice to the contrary notwithstanding-in the ugly, awkward little raw recruit, to my unbounded amazement I recognized my beautiful Britomarte Conyers," he answered, smiling. Many times in her, military career had Britomarte's cheeks crimsoned for her own wounded womanhood; but never s9 deeply as now. "Oh, Justin, Justin! she said, covering her face with- her hands, and forgetting that he could not plainly see it in that obscure light-- Oh, Justin, it was for your sake, my dearest, that I tr ihslformed and'disfigured myself so." "I know it, dear Britomarte, I know it." "Division from your side was worse than death-to me- worse than division of soul from body. I felt that I must be with you, at all costs, but I thought that you would never find me out. I wished to serve you as a faithful little brother, with my identity unsuspected. Oh, Justin, Justin! you never misunderstood or wronged me in your thoughts after you recognized me, I know " she passionate- ly exclaimed. ' ,- /' - page: 442-443[View Page 442-443] "2 HOW HE WON HER* "I never did." "' Had I known that you had discovered me, I would have vanished from your sight!" C"I'know it, dear Britomarte, I knowit! for I know you. There, is not, Britomarte, in the universe a creature who understands and appreciates you and your motives so truly and justly as I can and as I do." "I feel sure of thatl murmured Britomarte. Justin pressed her hand- and relapsed into silence. He was really very faint and weak'from excessive loss of blood; and the transient strength lent him by excitement was be- ginning to fail. Britomarte took from her pocket some pieces of hard biscuit, soaked them in the brandy from her flask and put them bit by bit into his mouth. When he was sufficiently revived by these refreshments, she inquired: ' "Dear Justin, when you recognized me in the ranks, how was it that you did not whisper private. information of the fact and get me quietly mustered out?" "My first impulse was to do just that very thing. But I seldom permit myself to act upon impulse; and so I re- flected that I had no right to betray your secret, or to inter- fere with your plans, or in any way invade your free agency; and I resolved to let you take your own course and to pro- tect you in it as far as in me lay." "Oh, Justin, dear Justin! good and true in all things, how much I " her voice broke down and she wept. "And now, love, forgive me in what I am about to ex- plain to you--because, if I live, I am to be your husbanda am I not? , "{ Oh, yes, yes," she answered, earnestly. "u And if I die, still we are to be one forever?" {i Forever and ever!" ,' Why, then, we are bound together as fat as though all O1N THE BATTLE FIELD. 44 the c ourts in th e countr y had issue d our marriage license, and all the churches in C hristen om had consecrare& our union." , WT e are, m y own -dear. love ." les. ,Then n you wi ll let me speak as to p- wife." ,' Just as plainly., Js n whic oudwere mustere. Well, then, the very day on which you ere , when I recognized u, I asked myself with nshudder, Wh ere will she e? Where will she sleep? With whom will she assoiate? H ow will she maintain her sacred womanly reserve in this crowded cam , w here four or fi s ly te old ier? And then iwas t I felt the strong impulse to give priate information of ou sex, I nd have you quietly, mustered out; but as, I said be- fore, I reflected that I bad n jo go restrain your free agency',and I resolved to let you go on 4 your own way, but to protect y oU in ita nds o I immediane- l selected y ou as my orderly, and assigned y my own quarters, where your woman ,o.. r-- be, and ever has been, inviolate thousand "Oh, Justinp aeaT love, honoree husband, a thousanl olessings on you for all your, tender care," she said, stoop- ing and pressing herlip this. t to feel how He put his arms ,d her and she wep rto feeble those strong ars ha become, ana he fondly returned her caresses. aa that , T ell e , now, Justin," she said, Ihow it happene tha y r once betrayed to me your recognition of MO? "1 have sreat powers of reticence- and self control. I knew::'/h' to betray my knowledge of you woulc be to wound your delicacy and controlyour actions, an&soIcon- stantly guardd-'-" , Hark " excldaimel Britomarte, springing to her eet. , What is it.?" cried Justin. page: 444-445[View Page 444-445] "4 HOW HE WON HER. "The Rebels are upon us.-Justin!" "Well, dear? I' "If they capture us, do not betray my sex to them, in any hope that they will respect it. Do not, Justin. Do note!" "Not for a thousand worlds. Your uniform is the best protection your womanhood could have now," said the wounded man. -CHAPTER XLLT. THE SURPRISE. The tramp of hoof, the flash of steel, The Rebels round her coming t The sound and sight hath made her calm, Sham soldier, genuine woman I She stands amid them all unmoved I The heart supported by the loved Is strong to meet the foeman.-E. B. BownIro. "THESE, at least, shall not be dishonored by anything doneto mel," said Britomarte, as with her dagger she hastily cut and tore the captain's straps from her shoulders, and threw them as far as she could send them. The sky was clearing, and it was much lighter than it had been as the marauding party rode up. They dismounted at a short distance, and came prowling about on foot among the fallen, to slay the dying, rob the dead. Britomarte knelt by Justin and held his hand as they came up, and bent over- the group. "HulloI who have we herel? A Yankee colonel, by all that's lucky. And a Yankee spy to boot. Stoop down and examine him, Canstop. If he is badly hurt, -we'll put him out- of his misery, and appropriate that fine suit of broadcloth that can be no farther use to him. If he is not, * w '1 i'tL t Y % U K r It 1 Di m .;y f we'll take him prisoner and give him a taste of Libby," said one who seemed to be the leader of the squad. "Where are you hurt?" said the man called Canstop, who seemled, from his manner, to be some lower grade of hospital nurse. "In my leg, only, I think. I am weak from loss of blood, and stiff from certain bruises received, by my horse falling - on me," answered Justin, calmly. "All right; hand over your arms," said the leader. "You will find my sword somewhere on the field, where I dropped it from my hand as I fell." "Your revolver?" "Here it issaid Justin, drawing it forth and delivering it up. 'u Your watch?" "I never before heard that watches were arms," said Justin, as he passed over his costly chronometer. "Now your pocket book.": Justin smiled as he answered: "If it were not that I know you are backed up by a thousand precedents of your comrades, I should wonder tha; you, calling yourselves soldiers, should stoop to rob a wounded prisoner." "Hold your noise, you blamed Yankee, and do as you're bid, or it will be the worse for you." "I have no pocket book with me," answered Justin, calmly; "I left it at head quarters." "Oh I! expected to be whipped, did you, and so made sure of the money by leaving it behind. Just like your Yankee cunning.-Come, raise him up, some of you boys, and see if he can stand upon his legs," said the leader, speaking to his men. Two of them lifted Justin up, but it was evident that he could not stand. "I see," said the leader. "Lay him down again. Can- stop, haven't you got a stretcher somewhere handy?" page: 446-447[View Page 446-447] "6 HOW HE WON HER. "Yes, under the ash tree about a hundred yards from this." ' Go, some of you, and fetch it." Two men started at a run, and quickly returned with the stretcher. And the wounded prisoner was lifted and laid upon it. They had now time to attend to the less important cap- tive. "Yo are not wounded, at least. What the devil do you mean -by coming within our lines?" fiercely demanded the leader. "I came to succor my colonel, and to share his fate," answered Britomarte, firmly. "Brave boy! what is your rank among the clock ped- dlers?" laughed the leader. "I am a soldidr in the United States army," proudly replied Britomarte. ' Of what grade?" Ad I decline to answer." 'You see ' soldier' is rather a comprehensive term. General Grant is a soldier-" "Oh, you've found -that out, have you?" said Britomarte, derisively. --"And every private in his army is a soldier--" -"Thanks. 'You are giving us great praise," laughed Britomarte. -'"I mean, of course, as to name. You are a soldier, and I ask you of what grade? V "' And I decline to answer your question." "All right; it is your own affair. Only if you call your- self simply a soldier, you will be treated as a soldier; that is to say, you will be put in the lowest part of the prison, and fed upon the poorest rations. The officers have better accommodations." Britomarte: trembled, not at the certainty of foul food and 'I"' ,.Su THE SURRPRISE. 447 fouler lodging, but at the prospect of being separated from Justin. So she answered- "As I do not wish to be divided from my colonel, I will acknowledge that I am a commissioned officer of the line, as you may see for yourself in my dark blue uniform.") "YWhat is your name, and precise rank?" "I decline to answer." "The fact is, you are a spy, but your reserve will not save you! Here, Pettigru! take his arms, guard him, and march him after the other prisoner!" said the leader. Britomarte gave up her sword, dagger and revolver, and marched between two rebel soldiers, after the stretcher upon which four other soldiers were bearing Justin off from the field. The leader was about to leave the spot with the re- mainder of the party, when he heard a weak voice calling- "Sergeant!" ' "Well, who are you? what:% the matter?" ' "One of your company-wounded in the hip. Don't you think you could send a stretcher and have me taken off the field?" "I'll see. We are picking up all we can without getting too near the Yankee lines. Those devils never sleep! and we are expecting the battle to be renewed in the morning. However, I'l attend-to your case." "Sergeant " " "Well, what now." "You have taken two prisoners?" "Yes; what then?" "One was a Yankee Colonel?" ,cColonel Rosenthal-yes, what of it?" "Why the other one, Sergeant, was-was his sweet- heart." "Eh?" "His sweethearts Sergeant." page: 448-449[View Page 448-449] "How -do you know that?" "Laying here'in the bushes quite near them, but out of their sight, I overheard their talk-not. all of it, nor half of it, for they spoke in a low tone-but I overheard enough to know that she is his sweetheart, and has served with him, disguised as a soldier, for the last year or so, and that she is a commissioned officer." "Ah-h-h, ha-a-a!" chuckled the Sergeant; "that's the reason why she was so close! but her closeness shall not save her any more than her sex shall! We'll treat her as a spy! her name, my man! did you hear her name?" l Not the one she went by in the army; but I think he called her Bridget Martin, or some such name. "Ah-h-h, ha-a-a! Miss Bridget Martin! I think we shall let in a little light upon you before long! I shouldn't wonder if you were the very 'orderly' of Colonel Rosenthal who penetrated the camp of the Free Sword and betrayed him. We shall see! Keep up your courage, my man; I will send the stretcher back for you as soon as it has depos- ited the colonel. And so saying, the sergeant, instead of going to other parts of the field, as he had intended, turned and followed the prisoners. The bearers supporting the stretcher upon which Colonel Rosenthal lay, moved rapidly onward over the rough ground to the great distress of the wounded man. Britomarte was driven closely behind him--literally driven; for if, after her day and night of severe and ex- hausting battle and toil, her woman's fragile limbs gave way for a moment, her steps were promptly quickened by the point of the bayonet thrust against her shoulders. So over miles and miles of broken and rocky roads they were painfully marched to the rear of Lee's army, and to an old barn that was used as a temporary depot for prison- ors. J T HE SUIR PRISE. 449 Here, to her consternation, Britomarte was thrust in with a number of fellow captives, who were waiting to be trans- ported to Richmond, while Colonel Rosenthal was borne off to the field hospital to have his wound looked to. There must have been more than a thousand prisoners crowded into that old barn. Britomarbe, being one of the last taken, found herself near the door. And when it was closed and barred upon her, she could get no farther. She was like alate arrival at an overcrowded lecture-room-only this crowd was all stand- ing, because there was no room to sit or lie down. The building was broken here and there, and through crevices a little air got in; this only prevented the prisoners from be- ing suffocated. They were a patient and silent band of victims-only here and there was heard a groan wrung from. some sufferer from disease or wounds; and now and then a curse struck out from some exasperated soldier who found himself squeezed nearly to death by the crowd. Britomarte, being small and slight, sank down upon the floor, with her back resting against the closed door. And notwithstanding her great mental anxiety--worn out in body and mind, and overcome with heat and fatigue-she fell into a deep and dreamless sleep, that lasted perhaps two hours. She was rudely awakened by falling backwards. The door against which she had leaned had beenisuddenly opened, and she had gone over. Half) bewildered by the deep sleep and the rude shock that had ended it, she picked herself up in time to hear the prison guard shout: "Come, get out of this, you lazy Yankees! You've got to go to Richmond--where you've been trying to get for the last three or four years, you know." The half suffocated prisoners were only glad to get out 28 page: 450-451[View Page 450-451] 4:50 HOW HE WON HER. 'Into the open air. And though ready to sink with heat, fasting and weariness, they issued forth. Many of them dropped down upon the ground to rest and stretch their stiff and wearied limbs, and wait. for the breakfast which they hoped was coming. But there was no such good luck in store for them. They were ordered to rise and fall in line; and when, by reason of their stiffness and soreness, they were slow to move, they were poked and goaded up at the point of the bayonet. Some of the younger men-mere boys, who in their com- fortable Northern or Western homes, had been used to warm and plentiful meals, and even during their campaigns with the army had been provided with regular and excel- lent rations-could not get used to living without-food and drink. So they complained of hunger and asked for break- fast. "'Breakfast!"' was the laughing and probably the truthful rejoinder-" 'breakfast,' is it? Why we haven't any for ourselves, how can we give it to you? But cheer up, Yanks! we shall get something to eat on the road, I dare say, if it's nothing better than raw potatoes or unripe corn." The prisoners were immediately formed in line, guarded on either side by a strong detachment of rebel infantry, and put en route for lRichmond by one of the plank roads still covered by Lee's army. Britomarte, consumed by anxiety for the fate of Justin, ventured to ask an officer of the guard who was marching near her, whether he was still in the field hospital, and what was his state. She spoke in a gentle and winning tone of voice, and the officer addressed happened to be a gentleman. "Colonel Rosenthal? '" he replied. "He is in the am- bulance ahead of us, with several other Yankee officers who are slightly wounded, but unable to walk.'" T HE S U R?R-I S E 451 * Is his wound a slight one?" aI presume it is not a dangerous one, or he would have been left upon the field. We can have no object in captur- ing an officer who is likely to die before he can be ex- changed." And here the officer, feeling perhaps that his courtesy had gone far enough in talking to a prisoner, fell back a little out of ear-shot. Britomarte felt comforted in the knowledge that Justin's wound was not dangerous, and that he was on the same road with herself, and would probably be assigned to the same ward of the same prison with herself. When they had marched about three miles through a wasted and desolated country, they came to a cornfield, where a halt was ordered, and the prisoners were directed to help themselves, and permitted to rest. The corn was not near ripe, the ears when the husks were removed being little bigger than a man's fore-finger, and the husks still soft; and the ground was wet with the recent heavy rains. Notwithstanding these drawhacks, -the famished and fa- tigued prisoners gladly filled their stomachs with this very greenx corn, devouring both grain and husks; and after- wards threw their wearied limbs down upon the damp ground--imprudences to be fearfully paid for in the disease and death that afterwards decimated the crowded popula- tion of Libby and Belle Isle. Having eaten and rested in this fatal manner, the order was given to rise and fall in line, and the march was re- sumed. All that burning day, when (" the sky was brass," they marched. Late in the afternoon they halted again in an orchard, and supped off green apples, and immediately re- sumed the march. It was near nightfall when they reached Richmond. There was a short) halt, during which their arrival was page: 452-453[View Page 452-453] 4 2 HOW HE WON HER. formally reported to the proper authorities, and orders for their disposition taken. And then they were marched directly to the Libby and packed into a prison that was already crowded. For what follows' am indebted partly to personal obser- vation, and. partly to the report of an officer who was an inmate of that pest-house for several months. The Libby, as I saw it in May, 1865, is a great, strong, oblong building of the simplest structure. It stands quite alone, a whole block in itself, reaching each way from street to street. It fionts the water and the wharfs, and backs upon a city street.-though fiont and back are so exactly alike-that it is difficult to say Which is which. It has no wall or yard around it. It stands barely and grimly out be- tween the streets. It is of two stories, or, counting the ground floor, of three. Each story is divided, simply and equally, into three great halls, each big enough for an ordin- ary church, and running from front to back through the whole building. Each hall has its sides formed of solid masonry, and its ends of three immense doors, formed only of perpendicular iron bars, and reaching from the ceiling to the Boor. Through these bars at the front may be seen the sidewalk, the river, the wharves, and the busy scenes of traffic; through the bars of the back a crowded city street. Through these opposite, open -bars the ventilation is very good. There is neither bed, bench, water-jug or furniture of any sort in either hall. But in the right hand corner of the front there is, in each, a water-spout and sink. So, amid all the miserable squalor and destitution of the Libby, there seemed to be three or four necessaries of life in plenty-light, air, water and an open view of earth and sky. At least these were my impressions in inspecting it in May, 1865, nearly a year after the events I am now relating. It was quite dark when our prisoners were halted before * so THE SURPRISE.- 453 the Libby; but the gas lamps of the street showed the iron barred front of the building, lined with ghastly faces look- ing out upon the night. Our men were suffering extremely, all from fatigue, and many from acute illness brought on by eating green corn and green apples, and marching under the burning sun. And many sat down and many dropped upon the sidewalk before the prison, while waiting for the doors to be thrown open. A report went round among them that they were only to be packed up in the Libby for that night; and that next morning they were to be divided between Belle Isle and Castle Thunder. At last the massive doors were thr6wn open and the pris- oners were forced in--really forced, for though they made no sort of resistance, the crowd already there was so great that it formed an almost impassable obstacle to'the entrance of any more. But our boys were pushed in and pressed upon this crowd, until it fell heavily back upon itself, to the risk of great injury and even death to individual prisoners. And' when nearly all were in, and the crowd still bulged through the open doors, as the contents of an over-full trunk bulges through its open top, these doors were closed by main force upon it, just as you would close down the lid of the trunk. This was not a silent and a patient crowd like that in the barn had been. The greater number of these men had suf- fered too long and too terribly. Their state had been bad enough before this s ew instalment of prisoners was thrust in upon them; now it was immeasurably worse. Here were men pressed together by thousands in a stone hall that could not have accommodated a hundred in comfort--pressed together so closely that there was no room to sit or lie down. To be sure they had air from the open gratings at each end of the hall; but the walls on each side were reeking with moisture and sickening with mould, and the ground floor under their feet was paved only with round stones like those in the middle of the streets, and was in many places page: 454-455[View Page 454-455] 454 HOW HE WON HER. worn with deep holes, where water had gathered, in which the men stood ankle deep. Many of these men were suffering from wounds, not serious in the beginning, else they had not been brought here, but inflamed and fevered by neglect and ill treatment; many were racked with neuralgia and rheumatism from con- stant exposure to damp and cold; many were ill from re- volting forms" of disease brought on by foul food. And added to all this, all were suffering from hunger, thirst and weariness, And there was no relief and no prospect of relief., Here,- over these prison doors, might have been inscribed the awful motto over the gates of Hell: WHO ENTERS HERE LEAVES HOPE BEHND. Here were agonizing groans and heart-rending prayers; heavy complainings and bitter upbraidings; deeply breath- ed maledictions and fiercely muttered vows of vengence. The rays of a gas lamp at the corner of the street, streaming through the grating, lighted up the ghastly faces of these prisoners with a wild and lurid glare. They look- ed like the inhabitants of'Tartarus. The place seemed at once a purgatory and a pandemonium. Britomarth-for the first time in all her military career- shuddered with horror. "Keep- near the grating, my dearest, with your face to the bars, so that you may get as much fresh air as possi- ble," whispered a faint voice close to her ear. She turned quickly and saw the face of her lover, pallid in the lamp-light. "Justin! You here! You in thishall of horrors! Oh, I am so sorry " she exclaimed, in a low and anxious tone. "And I am so gLad! And I thought you would be glad to have me near you," he cheerfully replied. "Not here-not in this torture chamber. Oh, Justinl weak and wounded, how will you bepr it?" . THE SURPRISE. 455 Much better than I could bear separation from you, Britomarte,' he earnestly answered. "Your wound, Justin, how is it? painful?" "1Not more so than I can well endure," he answered, smiling. But to her wistful gaze, his white lips and wrung brow almost belied his words. " They might ,lave sent you to a hospital, at least. It was inhuman to place you here," she said. "But, my dearest, they- placed me just where I wished to be," he cheerfully said. I And this was true, so true, that he had feigned a greater strength and a quicker convalescence than he really enjoyed, in order to be sent to the Libby. "But how was it, that I didn't see you outside?" she in- quired. "Because it was late-when I was brought up. I was one of the last to be packed in," he laughed. "' Packed in.' Yes, that is what it is. We are lucky to be near the grating; but how will the poor creatures in the middle of the crowd stand it?" "They will not be required to do so long. This is only a temporary arrangement. I am given to understand that to-morrow morning we, the newly arrived, will be sent to Belle Isle. This'will relieve the others." While Justin ancdBritomarte talked together in this low tone, Babel, or rather Bedlam, was all around them. The groans rose to howls, complaints to threats, and prayers to shrieks. One voice from the midst of the crowd arose above all the rest: "Water, boys--for the Lord's sake, water! Here's a man fainting. The spout is in the left-hand corner near the front grating. Draw the water and pass it on here, will you?" . page: 456-457[View Page 456-457] 456 HOW HE WON HER. There was a muffled shuffling among the mennearest the waterspout, and then another voice replied: "The cup is chained to the spout. We can't pass it." Groans and curses answered this. "Here, Justin. here is the lask of brandy, with the cup fitted to it, that I brought for you on the field. Offeritto them, Justin," said Britomarte, passing the lask that the Rebels had not taken from her. From Justin it was passed on from hand to hand, until it reached the men nearest the water spout. They took the cup from the bottom ofthe flask, over which it was fitted, and they filled it with water, and then passed both cup and flask from hand to hand until it reached the faint- ing invalid. It seemed to be useless, for the voice that had spoken first was heard again: - "Crowd back, boys. Crowd back, for Heaven's sake! Never mind flattening* yourselves half to deAth , Crowd back, I say! This man is not fainting-he is dying! Let him have a little room to lie down and die."' There was an attempt at " crowding back." The attempt involved increased pressure and pain, and elicited renewed groans and curses. But four or five feet of room was made, and the dying man was let down upon the ground. The "man" was a boy of eighteen. Those immediately around him saw his face darken with the shadow of death, saw his eyes glaze, and heard his gasping breath, and the death rattle in his throat, and they saw, through all, his eager anxiety and painful effort to speak. "Don't tell---don't tell don't tell--..." he began to say many times, and many times he failed. At length, in one supreme effirt, he spoke his wholewill. "Don't tell mother-never let her hoar-how wretchedly IAnd with these dieword hi pirit paed." And with these words, his spirit passed. THE SURPRI-SE. 457 And the groans and curses and vows of vengeance were renewed--more is the pity, since the pure spirit that had just departed was doubtlessly reconciled to all things, and at peace with all men. It was a night of horror and agony, unutterable and in- describable. To those who endured it, the eight hours of darkness seemed eight years of torture. But it passed at last. The pale, sickly dawn of day appeared. The gas in the streets was turned off. A little while- after sunrise the prison doors were'opened, and the prisoners nearest the outlet burst forth, as the con- tents of an over packed chest when the lid is raised. Half of them were taken out, and marched, between a detachment of Rebel infantry, through the streets of the city en route for Belle Isle. In one of the most crowded thoroughfares, they were halted before a grim-looking building with grated windows. "What place is that?" inquired Britomarte of' the Rebel soldier beside her. "It is Castle Thunder," was the gruff reply. The officer commanding the guard came near. "Bring that prisoner out of the lines/" he ordered, point- ing to Britomarte. And two soldiers seized her by the two arms. "i e!" she exclaimed in surprise, making an involun- tary but perfectly vain effort of resistance. "Yes,' you, Miss Bridget Martin " said the officer. "What are you about to do with me?" she demanded, recovering her self-possession, and ceasing to- resist where resistance would be unavailing and undignified. "We are going to put you in Castle Thunder; you are not to be treated as a prisoner of war, but to be tried as a spy." "I!" she exclaimed, in amazement. page: 458-459[View Page 458-459] 4 HO. oW E HE WON HER. , Yes, you, iMiss' Bridget Martin!" replied the officer in a mocking tone. Britomarte looked around in despair for Justin. She knew, of course, that he could not help her. She only wished to take leave of him, -before going into a captivity that was likely to end in death. But Justin was nowhere to .be seen. He was, in fact, several hundred yards in advance of her in the line of march. So Britomarte was taken into Castle Thunder, and delivered into the custody of the officer in command of that prison. First she was led into an office where her supposed iame--Bridget Martin--was recorded in the prison books, and where a receipt was taken from the warden for her person. Then she was conducted to a cell opening on a corridor on the second floor, and having a broad grated window looking out upon the street. This cell was about seven by: five in size, and was provided with a narrow mattress laid upon the floor, and covered with a gray blanket. There- was no other furniture whatever. Yet still, how much better her situation was here than it had been in the Libbyl As soon as the door was closed, and the key was turned, and she found herself alone, she sank 'down upon the mattress, for she was -more than half dead with-fatigue, and rested with a sense of infinite :relief. When at last she could -collect her thoughts, she won- dered, how it was that the rebels had discovered her sex, and what had put it into their heads that her name was Bridget Martin. At last her perspicacity penetrated the truth of the matter-some wounded rebel on the field near them had overheard the conversation between Justin and herself; and had -mistaken her unfamiliar name of Brito- marte for the common one of Bridget Martin. Farther it appeared that they did not know the name under which she had served in the Union army; so, withl a smile, Britomarte T HE SURPRISEI. 49 resolved to leave them in ignorance of her identity, and under their mistake in regard to her name. She had scarcely formed this resolution when her cell-door was opened and one of the prison-guard brought in her breakfast. It was only a small tin cup of Indian corn-meal gruel; and it was unsalted; but Britomarte was more than half-famished, and she ate this simple food with a good relish. She asked the guard if there were many prisoners in the building. 'He answered: "Yes, Miss; four or five in every cell; but you are put here alone, because you are a woman." So, then, even her guard knew her sex! But, of course! the name inscribed upon the prison books was Bridget Martin. She then asked the guard if she might be permitted to see the officer in command of the prison. He answered that he would find out as soon as she should be relieved. When he took the empty cup away, and Britomarte found. herself again alone, she took off her military coat, ripped open its padding and took out a number of green- backs; anid then she put on her coat again. Late in the forenoon the commander of the prison, or some other officer evidently in authority, came into the cell Britomarte arose from her sitting posture on the mattress, and stood up to receive her visitor. There was neither chair nor stool, so she could not, ask him to sit down. ' What is it you wish to say to me?" he inquired. A vivid blush overspread the face of Britomarte:as she answered: "I wish to know whether I may be permitted to,pur- chase garments suitable to my sex??" "It is a pity you- ever abandoned them," said the officer. "I do not think so; I have done good service to', my page: 460-461[View Page 460-461] "O HOW HE WON HER. country while wearing this uniform. But you have not answered the question." "I have no authority to answer it. But I will make inquiries." "Thank you," said Britomarte. And the visitor, who had appeared at her summons, like a ghost evoked from the shades, now disappeared in the same manner. Two or three days passed before the privilege she sued for was granted to her. But at length she was permitted, through the agency of the prison officials, to purchase cloth- ing and re-assume the dress of her sex. Also a chair was provided her, and coarse but clean sheets, for all of which she paid heavily in Federal notes; but thus she enjoyed a comparative degree of comfort. CHAPTER XLII. "THE BEGINNING OF THE END.' The conflict raged! The din of arms-the yell Of savage hate-the shriek of agony-- The groan of death, eommingled in one sound Of undistinguished horrors; -while the sun, Retiring slow beneath the plain's far verge, Shed o'er the quiet hills his fading light.--Soul. hr. FOR many months Britomarte remained a prisoner in Castle Thunder. -She was not brought to trial as a spy. She was brought up once or twice for an informal exam- ination before the provost marshal or some other officer in authority. But when questioned she remained absolutely silent; so that no information could be obtained from her. And the only witness that could be found to give testi- mony in her case, was the wounded rebel soldier who had "THE BEGINNING OF THE 3ND." 461 overheard the conversation between herself and her lover, and who swore that her name as heard by himself was Bridget Martin. So as Bridget Martin she was remanded to prison, where she seemed likely to remain until the end of the war. That end was not very far off. General Grant was slowly but surely fighting his way to Richmond, winding around it coil after coil of that ' anaconda grasp ever tightening," that was destined to destroy the doomed Confederate capi- tal. In due time Colonel Rosenthal was exchanged and released; but so broken in health from the pains and priva- tions of his captivity, that when he reported himself for duty at his brigade headquarters, he was immediately sent home on sick leave. And there it required many weeks of Erminie's careful and skillful nursing before his strength could be restored.' During all this time Justin had been unremitting in his efforts to hear tidings of Britomarte, and to take measures for her release. RoBp^ nWq of these efforts were successful. It will be remembred that when Britomarte was taken from the prisoners' line of march to be cast into Castle Thunder, Justin was some two squares ahead, and knew nothing of her withdrawal. When the party of prisoners reached Belle Isle, he looked around for Britomarte, and not seeing her, cautiously inquired among the men who, some of them, knew her by sight, but only as "Captain Wing," a commissioned officer of his regiment. The men could give no information, until at length the two or three who -had marched nearest to her said that "Captain Wing " had been taken from the line, when they were halted -in one of the streets of the city; but they could not tell where " he " had been carried. He inquired of the guard, who remained dumb. page: 462-463[View Page 462-463] wrva HOW HE WON HE]R. -Then he questioned the officer of the guard, who gave him no satisfaction, but, on the contrary, turned cross- questioner himself, in order to find out who Britomarte was. Justin saw hi-s drift and became silent. So his investigations ended for that time, to be renewed again and again, both at Richmond and at Washington, with no better success. She was a prisoner in a solitary cell in Castle Thunder, where she was known only by the name which the mistaken rebel soldier had bestowed upon her; so it was not probable, or scarcely possible, that her friends should hear of her con- dition. Early in January, Justin, still in very feeble health, but impatient to serve his country, rejoined his regiment. He returned to the front, in company with many officers who had been home on furlough to spend the Christmas holi- days. Ie found that already the spring campaign, destined to be the last and greatest of the war, was about to open. Along the. whole lines, active preparations were being made for a new combined assault upon Petersburg and Richmond. General Grant was at City Point, with the whole plan of the campaign in his comprehensive brain, and directing the operations of the whole army with consummate skill. There had been manly changes in the army since Colonel Rosen- thal had fought with them in the battles of Cold Harbor. Offcers by thousands and enlisted men by tens of thousands, had been killed, wounded, or taken prisoners, in the scores of battles that had been fought between the Pamunkey, the Chickahominy, and the James rivers, and around Peters- burg. And their places had been filled up with raw recruits. Veteran privates had developed intocommissioned fficers, and officers of the line had grown into regimental, S brigade, and even division commanders. But it was only i i' ' * . i "THE BEGINNING- OF THE END. 463 "gallant and meritorious conduct" in the service that was thus distinguished. For instance, little Mim, who, at the battle of the Chick, ahominy, in June, was only a private soldier in an infantry regiment,a was now major and aid-de-camp on the staff of a division general, while Billingcoo, who was mustered in at the same time with Mim, remained still a very sorry soldier of the rank and file. But then Mim was a little hero, ever foremost in the fight, by his high-hearted bravery and devotion ever inspir- ing and encouraging all around him, while Billingcoo, in every engagement, was flagrantly among the skulkers, and ran away and hid himself whenever he could get an oppor- tunity to do so. And singularly enough, Mim, who constantly exposed himself in the front of battle, seemed, even under a storm of shot and shell, to bear a charmed life; while Billingcoo, who gave his whole mind to the duty of taking care of his body, was always getting hurt. ,And once, while hiding behind a barn, one day, to keep out of the range of shot, he had his ear torn off by a splinter from a shell that came splitting its way through the timbers of the building. When Colonel Rosenthal met Mim, he congratulated that gallant officer on his well-earned advancement.' "Thanks," said the little hero, drawing himself up. "I always told the recruiting officers, when I offered myself, that I could do good military service for my country, but they never agreed with me, and in the face of the fact, that almost every great martial hero the world has known, from Alexander to Napoleon, was a little man, they repeatedly refused me. Yes, they refused me until things came to such a pass that for want of men they were compelled, like the feast giver in the Bible, to call in ' the maimed, the halt and the blind.' The Invalid Cois, you know, Colonel. Then at length they consented to take me." s *. page: 464-465[View Page 464-465] "4 HOW. HE WON HER. "And you have done good service to your country, and great credit to yourself, Major Mim," answered Justin. With Billingcoo Justin did not happen to come in con- tact at all. And now, about the last of January, the most energetic arrangements were made to close in around Petersbutg and Richmond. The whole army was in the most active prepa- ration. The first object was to seize the South Side Railroad. To absorb the attention of the enemy, a heavy cannon- ading was opened upon Petersburg, hurling an overwhielm- ing tempest of shot and shell into the city. Under cover of this terrific assault in the front, the sick, the wounded, the sutlers, the camp followers, with all their baggage, and all other animate and inanimate incumbrances to the movements of the army, were dispatched by railroad to City Point, and all serviceable troops and supplies were brought up and massed on the left. As early as three o'clock on Sundav, the fifth of February, under cover of the darkness, Gregg's division, of cavalry commenced its, march, followed immediately by the Fifth and Second Corps. The weather was glorious, the roads in the best condition, and the men in the best spirits. It was rather a strange coincidence that Colonel Rosen- thal's last engagement, in which he wras wounded and taken prisoner, had been in a charge upon Wade Hampton's cav- alry, and that his first encounter on rejoining his regiment should be with the same brave foe. But such were the facts, for- . They had advanced but a little way beyond, Ream's Sta- tion, on the Dinwiddie Court House Road, when they were met by Wade Hampton's cavalry, with whom they had a a fierce contest for the right of way, before they could pass. But again they were victorious, and rushed onward like a whirlwind towards Dinwiddie Court House, encountering and overwhelming the enemy at every post along the road. 4"THE BEG INNING OF THE END. 465 The other divisions advanced by adjacent roads running in the same general direction, battling every mile of the wav. But the great battle was fought on Monday, the sixth of February, at Hatcher's Run, a deep stream passing through a nearly pathless wilderness, broken into fearful ravines, stagnant marshes, and heavy woods-a locality new to our soldiers, but perfectly familiar to the enemy. Here, at length, the farther advance of our army was for - the time effectually cecked. A battle was commenced early in the day, and gradually increased in violence, until at nightfall it raged with tre- mendous fury. Gregg's division of cavalry, and Warren's and Humphrey's corps, were all engaged. Again and again they pressed forward under a pelting shower of bullets, that fell thick, fast and blinding as a hailstorm, and again and again they were driven back, fighting desperately behind rocks, stumps and trees. So often they fought over the same ground, that the woods and marshes were strewn thickly with the dead and dying of both armies, in an undistin- guishable confusion. The circumstances were very discouraging to brave men, but very favorable to skulkers; and unluckily there were skulkers in that heroic army, but they were mostly to be found among the raw recruits-soft metal-that had not yet been hardened in the tres of an hundred battles. From time to time staff officers were sent out, like whip- pers-in of hounds, to hunt up these heroes and hurry them to their line. i Major Mim, being an active, energetic little fellow, was dispatched on just such a duty. In the course of his ride through the wilderness, he came upon Billingcoo lurking in a thicket. "Get up and go to your company, sir," said Mim. "Oh, I can't I can't, -indeed! Hear how the thots are 29 page: 466-467[View Page 466-467] "6 HOW HE WON HER. cracking and thnapping about! And look how the men are dropping! Oh, the poor fellowth! oh, the poor, dear fel- lowth!" whimpered Billingcoo. "For, shame, sir! Get up, and go and help the 'poor fellowths' you profess to feel so much sympathy for," said Mina. ' , ' . "I can'tl indeed Hcan't! The bulleth hurt! they do indeed, Mathor! And the Rebelth fire without the thgh- teth regard to a man's life! Oh, look how they are falling! Oh, poor fellowth! oh, the poor, poor fellowth!" howled Billingcoo. "The brave fellows, you mean; get up and imitate them." "Oh, I couldn't! I couldn't for my life! I thould be thertain to be killed! The Rebelth fire tho carelethly, not minding who they hit! I feel I thould be killed! "Suppose you are killed, you poltroon! what of it? A man can die but once!" exclaimed little Mim, thoroughly provoked. "I tell you I've died a thouthand death thinth I've been inthe army! I've died a hundred -death thinth I've been in thith thicket!' "And you'll die a hundred thousand more if you do not get over your cowardly fears! Look at that young fellow there!" said Mim, pointing to a young officer at some dis- tance who, with sword in hand, was gaily cheering on his men to the conflict. Billingcoo looked; but at that moment a shell came tear- ing and splitting its way through the woods, and when the smoke cleared away, a horrible picture was revealed between its rifts. The young officer stood in the same attitude, with his sword- drawn and held at arm's length over his head, but his'whole face was blown off, and nothing but a gory, crimson, quivering mass of flesh remained where it had been. For only an instant he stood thus, and then fell. 2 , THE BEGINNING OF THE END.' 47 Billingcoo uttered a cry of horror and deadly terror, and threw himself forward upon the ground. Even Mim shuddered, and covered his eyes for a moment; but then recovering herself, he looked up and said: "It is all over by this timne;, the brave young fellow is out of his misery. Come, Billingcoo! I have been sent to hurry up all laggards. Get up! -Pick up your musket and march!" ' I tell you I can't-there! and I won't neither-there! Do you think I want to have my fathe blown to pieth like that young man'th! I say I ean't and I won't go! H am religiouthly oppothed to war!" answered Billingcoo, lifting his head for a moment, and then letting it fall. "You say you can't and you won't"! Well, I say you must and you shall!" exclaimed Mim, goading the sides of the prostrate coward with the point of his drawn sword. "Oh! look here now! That huTth! Thtop that!" cried Billingcoo. "Get up then, and go to your company!" said Miim, goading him more pointedly than ever. "Oh lor! oh dear! oh me! call this a free country indeed! Thtop that now, will you! It hurth, I tell you!" ' Get up, then!" repeated Mim, digging at him again.: But at that moment a minie ball came whizzing towards them, piercing the leg of Mim and killing his horse, which instantly fell under him; so that both rider and horse rolled on the ground. "Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!? shouted Billingcoo. "I don't bear you any ill-will, old fellow; but I do think it therveth you right, and I do thank the goodneth grathiouth alive for thith great deliveranth!" And he jumped up, cut three or four capers in the air, and ran farther away out of gun-shot; for the battle was now surging nearer and nearer to them. Every one knows that on that night our army was beaten page: 468-469[View Page 468-469] HOW HE WON HER. back to their intrenchments upon Hatcher's Run, where they made a final stand. The next day, when the wounded were looked up, Mim was found with his leg hurt beside his dead horse. And some distance farther on Billingcoo was found dead-trans- fixed with a splinter driven into his body by a shell that had torn its way through the old log cabin behind which the poor creature, with his usual fatuity, had hidden himself in fancied security. Our army were now in undisputed possession of Hatcher's Run. And the City Point Railroad was in good working order up to this post. But, as every one knows, it was three weeks later, and after almost incessant fighting along the White Oak Road, culminating in the terrific battle of the Five Forks, that the South-Side Railroad was at length seized and destroyed, the- Confederate army totally routed, and the way opened to the occupation of Richmond and Petersburg by our troops. It would be presumptuous in a mere story-writer to dwell upon these magnificent themes, so much beyond her power of treatment. This story does not pretend to be a history of the campaign or of any portion of it; it is only a simple narrative of the- part taken therein by certain persons in whom we are interested. And besides, it would be useless to dilate upon events that are still fresh in the memory of all. All recollect-how from the Atlantic to the Pacific, and from the Lakes to the Gulf-how all the land rang with joy, how all the cities glowed with light, how all the banners waved in triumph-when the vibrating telegraphic wires flashed East and West-flashed North and South- the proud words: '"Richmond and Petersburg are ours! One third of Lee's army is destroyed. And for the rest there is no escape." . And yet, even among the most loyal of the Union party, mostly among them perhaps, was this joy mingled with sad- ness, for they were no alien foes that our arms had van- quished. CHAPTER XTLTTT. DELIVERANCE AT LAST. Who knew, she thought, what the amazement, The eruption of clatter and blaze neant, And if, in this morning of wonder, No outlet mid lightning and thunder, Lay broad, and her shackles all shivered, The captive, at last, was delivered? Aye, that was the open sky o'erhead And you saw by the flash in her forehead, By the hope in those eyes, broad and steady, She was leagues o'er the free earth already-.RoBBET BROWNING. "I was sick, and in prison and-ye visited me not!" AH! in all our great cities, how many human beings there are "sick and in prison," whose lot is much more miserable than that of the poorest beggar who enjoys the free air! These are not always criminals, but they are almost always friendless; for who dreams of visiting them?" "I was sick, and in prison, and ye visited me not!" These pathetic words of Our Saviour recurred to my mind, with my recollection of ohe heroic young woman, who, for no other crime than that of, serving her country according to her own conscience, was, for a-great length of time, con- fined in the solitary cell of a Confederate prison. Britomarte, for many weary months, remained a captive in Castle Thunder. The tediousness, the heaviness, the wretchedness of this captivity, who can imagine ? She was more than a suspected spy in the hands of the enemy, and as such, she was only saved from the usual fate of a spy by that consideration for her sex which restrained her captors from putting a woman to death for anything page: 470-471[View Page 470-471] 'tl V JUO W Ht W Ut Jn r.1 J, less than a capital crime proved upon her-not by circum- stantial evidence, but by direct:testimony. Yet was her captivity even'more bitter and terrible than death. She was debarred from books, newspapers, com- panionship, and from conversation, even with her guards. She could get no intelligence of-her friends or her country. Whether Colonel Rosenthal had recovered, or had died of his wounds, or whether he had been exchanged, or was still a prisoner at Belle Isle, she could not surmise. Whether General Grant had crossed the James and in- vested Richmond, or whether the Army of the Potomac had again been beaten back to Washington, she did not know. Occasionally, from the shouts that filled the city streets by day, and the lights that illumined the city windows by -night, she conjectured that a Confederate victory had been gained, or a false report of such a victory spread. These were her only sources of even conjecture. In solitude,-in silence, in idleness, in close confinement, intense anxiety and maddening suspense, the heavy days and nights, the-horrible-autumn and winter of her captivity crept slowly into .the past. For months her brave soul bore nobly up. But as the spring opened, bringing life and light and beauty -to all the earth, but no ray of joy, or hope, or com- fort, into her prison cell, her body, soul and spirit all broke down. Thesq were the darkest hours of her long dreary night of misery, but like such :hours, they fell just before the dawn of her new, sweet day of joy. It was the ever memorable second of April, eighteen hundred and sixty-five., Up to this day, the great Confed- erate. capital had continued confident in its own fancied security; and even now it was as utterly unconscious of its fast approaching capture, as was the solitary prisoner in Castle Thunder of her quickly coming deliverance It was Sunday, and the sweet Sabbath peace reigned over the city. Britomarte sat at the grated window of her cell, as she had sat-how many heavy days and sleepless nights! She was almost as fleshess as a skeleton, as-bloodless as a corpse, and ashopeless as a lost spirit. She had been listen- ing to the solemn Sabbath bells calling the citizens to their afternoon worship; she had been watching these citizens, both male and female, young and old, troop past, in their quaint, faded, and old-fashioned apparel, that the severity of the blockade compelled them still to wear, and she had been wondering wearily at the strange self-delusion and in- consistency which permitted these people to collect and pray like Christians in their churches, and to muster and make war like heathen upon their brethren. But now the bells had ceased to ring, the churches were filled, and the streets were empty. Her head dropped upon i er hand, and she sat in dull despair, while the hours crept slowly by, and the sun sank slowly to his setting. Then the cry of her heart went up: "t 'How long, O Lord, how long?'" Not long now, oh pale prisoner!"The day of the Lord is at hand, at hand." The sun has set for the last time upon the Rebel capital. To-morrow it will rise upon a re- deemed city. - Even now Lee's army ismin full retreat. And those Sab- bath bells you late heard ringing summoned, among others,. one worshipper to church, who ere he left his pew again, re- ceived a telegram announcing, in effect, that his reign was over and his city about to be taken. Even now the trains of cars at the station of the Rich- mond and Danville Railroad are seized for the use of the Confederate President and hig retinue, who are about to fly from the falling capital. - Breckenridge and his army have received orders to evacuate Richmond by midnight; but he -'/* , page: 472-473[View Page 472-473] ,* -- . aIu w .u .E WON 'HER has resolved to leave behind him a tremendous token of ven- geance by destroying the city that they could not hold. iThere is an ever-increasing noise and confusion through- out the city, though as yet the people are kept in ignor- ance and do not know what all the excitement is about. Britomarte, sitting at the grated window of her prison cell, and seeing the- crowds hurry through the streets, thought at first that they were the congregations dismissed from the several churches. But as the crowds became multitudes, and the confusion became uproar, she began to think that news of some great battle had been received; but whether the people were howling over a defeat or hurrahing over a victory, she could not discover. While she was enduring this suspense, the door of her cell was unlocked, and the guard, or turnkey, who attended her, brought in the cup of unsalted corn meal meal gruel that formed her usual supper. For months she had ceased to speak to her guards because they had been forbidden to hold any conversa- tion with her. But now the unexplained uproar of the whole city, the excited looks of this man, and her own intense anxiety, irresistibly impelled her to question him. "What is the matter outside?" she eagerly inquired. He hesitated a moment, glanced at her anxious counte- nance, and then, with a harsh laugh, he answered: "Don't you know? The Army of the Potomac is utterly destroyed. Grant and all his generals are taken prisoners, and are on their way to the city. And the mob mean to lynch them, if the president and the general don't prevent it." "My God!" exclaimed Britomarte and the cup of gruel fell untasted from her hands. Having told this bitter falsehood, the guard picked up the- fragments of the broken cup, and, laughing sarcastically, left the cell, and loclked the door. D ELITVERANCE AT LAST. 478 Britomarte remained with her hands lifted in appeal to Heaven. Did she then believe the terrible tale? Not entirely; nor did the mocking guard expect that she would do so. But she was enfeebled and enervated in body and mind by her long solitary confinement; and she succumbed to the shock of that announcement before she could reflect upon its improbability. 3 When, however, she had time to recover her composure, and to arrange her thoughts, she perceived that the guard had gone too far in hinting that the mob proposed to lynch the illustrious prisoners said to have been taken. And in utterly rejecting this part of the story as impossible, she was led to question the whole of it as improbable. Though this conclusion saved her from despair, it did not moderate her anxiety. She pressed her face to the bars of her prison window, and watched and listened with ";dll" her eyes and ears to discover if possible the true cause of all the uproar in the city. The night was now quite dark, or would have been so but for the gas lamps at the corners. A torrent of human beings rushed through the streets, a confusion of many tongues rose on the air. "What can be the matter? '! she asked of herself for the hundreth time. "If there really should have been a recent Confederate victory, as the guard stated, I shall soon know. In that case there- will be an impromptu and partial illu- mination to-night, and a concerted and general one to- morrow night." But the hours crept on towards midnight, and there was no-illumination. Meanwhile the multitude of people, ever increasing in number and gathering in force, continued to roll on like a river with resistless impetuousity through the streets; and page: 474-475[View Page 474-475] a^, J: I u w H Ei WU N i 1 RK * the babel of many voices to whirl like a tornado in a cease- less roar up into the midnight air. Yet these voices were not the utterances of victors; these fierce invectives and deep maledictions were not exclamations of joy or triumph! What could be their purport then? Britomarte could not answer. She could only watch and listen in intense anxiety and awful suspense. At length the bell of some neighboring public building tolled.* And simultaneously with this knell there rolled up into the cool night air, against the clear purple sky, a huge, black, crimson and sulphurous volume of smoke! The illumination was -about to appear, but not in the character she had expected to see it. This was a fire, she knew, but whence or where she knew not. She could only watch and listen as before. The black and crimson smoke speedily burst into flame, and all the earth and all the heavens were lighted up as by a general conflagration. So might have belched forth the subterranean fires of Vesuvius upon the doomed cities of Herculaneum and Pompeii! Viewed from her window, the scene was wild, splendid and magnificent beyond description. Against the broad- ening sheets of flame the city buildings stood up black, stark and spectral, while all the crowded streets between them formed a Pandemonium. The ocean of fire rolled on and on. Every nook of the city was intensely illuminated. The inside of her own cell was so dazzlingly lighted up that she had to close her eyes, at intervals, to relieve them of the blinding glare. And the sea of flame rolled on and on! And the horror was presently augmented, when, with tremendous reports that rent the air and shook the ground like an earthquake, magazine after magazine exploded, DELIVERANCE AT LAST. 475 sending blazing timbers, bricks, mortar, and every descrip- tion of ignited missile, whirling through the city; while" a driving shower of sparks and burning coals 'fell like the rain of fire that consumed Sodom and Gomorrah! "Grant is before the inner line of intrenchments,- and is shelling the city," was the natural conclusion of Britomarte, as she heard the detonating thundeir of the frequent explo- sions, the dreadful crash of falling buildings, and the fierce cries of the infuriated mob; as she saw the flood of flame and the rain of burning coals. ' And when he takes the city, at what a stupendous cost of life. It will be utterly destroyed, with all its people., And we, the Union prisoners, will find our only deliverance through a death by fire,'." And Britomarte sank to her knees, and covered her eyes, and bowed her head, and prayed-not in fear for herself, for she was brave to meet the fire, but in pity for the innocent children, the delicate women, the siuffering invalids, and all the helpless and harmless that she thought must go down with the strong and the guilty in this general destruction. Long and earnestly she prayed to the Lord of Heaven and earth to mitigate the horrors of this most horrible night. When at length she arose, and looked out upon the burn- ing city, she beheld a scene which, in its sublime terrors, overwhelmed her senses, anjd brought to her appalled soul the vision of "that dreadful day, that day of wrath," when the firmament shall melt with a fervid heat, the heavens be rolled together as a scroll, and the sun, moon and stars be blotted out. The flood of flame rolled and roared on and on ivith devouring fury; the rain of fire and burning cinders fell thick and blinding as a hailstorm. And the explosion of -shells, torpedoes and powder magazines still rent the'sky and shook the earth. And the groans and- the curses of men, and the shrieks of women and children, filled the air! , . . L . page: 476-477[View Page 476-477] **"* - ..A. a s' vJ .C W U .N 1X Jt ., Overcome with horror in her weakened condition, she who had often led the charge in person to the very cannon's mouth, now shrank away, covered her face with her hands, reeled and fell on her prison floor in a deadly swoon. In a mercifully permitted unconsciousness, she lay for nearly two hours. When she recovered day had dawned, and the unhallowed glare of the conflagration was fading in the blessed beams of the rising sun. There were no more explosions. The supposed bombard- ment seemed to have ceased. And with its cessation, the shower of sparks, and burning cinders, and the whirling storm of fiery missiles had passed away. The flames still raged and roared up into the sky, but they did not seem to spread, and they looked paler and less terrible by daylight. There. was still a multitudinous sound of many feet and many tongues in the streets, but the character :of these sounds had changed. They were eager, joyous, triumph- ant! Stiff and sore, bewildered and confused, she arose and went to the grated window, and looked forth. Oh! joy! joy! joy.! Deliverance at last? The street was filled with a procession of dark figures, but these fig- ures wore the blue uniform of the United States soldiers! She recognized them.. Her regiment had stood beside them on many a well-fought field, and last of all at Cold Harbor, where she had been taken prisoner! They were a detachment of the colored soldiers forming Weitzel's Divi- sion of the gallant Ninth Corps. And they were about to open her prison doors I Now, while they halted in the middle of the street in front of the prison, they were hailed and welcomed with tears and. praises by the colored population that filled the sidewalk. , They were officered by young white men; one of those O 'U 'JJi 1 V! Bi n ANU. AT LAS' * : il attracted Britomarte's especial attention. He was a gallant little fellow, full of fire, spirit and vivacity. He was mounted on a fine horse, and rode hither and thither, main- taining order among his excited soldiers and their overjoyed friends. , Britomarte knew him, or had known him, as little Mim, and he had known and admired her but only as Miss Con- yers. Afterwards, when she was known as Captain Wing, and he as Private Mim, she had recognized him again, but he had not identified her in her new character. At the battle of Cold Harbor, where she had been taken prisoner, he had still been a private. Now, however, he wore the uniform of a commissioned officer, though of what grade she could not, from her point of view, determine. She seized the bars of her grated window, and 'shook and rattled them; she put her wasted hand through them and waved it; she called and shouted, but her voice was weak, and the din below was deafening i;-so that she failed to at- tract attention until Major Mim, happening to, look up, saw the wasted hand waving through the grated window. He did not recognize Miss Conyers then, but he saw that the pale hand belonged to an imprisoned woman, and that was quite enough to fire the blood of such a devoted " squire of dames!" as Major Mim. He had been just on the point of opening the prison doors to release such of our people as he might happen to find there, this being his appointed duty on the premises, but n3ow he hurried his movements. Calling to four or five surbordinate officers to follow him, he entered the prison. There were none to resist him. The guards had run away hours before. Britomarte, in her cell, heard the rushing footsteps of her deliverers. They spread themselves throughout all the lob- bies of the prison. But the squad led by little Mim came hurrying towards page: 478-479[View Page 478-479] 478 HOW HE WON HER. her door, and paused in much excitement before it. This door was locked and barred on the outside, and it required some little time and force before it could be broken open. Then Major lMim, with his face fiery from exertion and excitement, rushed in. "You are free, Madam i" he exclaimed, lifting his cap to Britomarte, but failing to recognize her. "Don't you know me "-she hesitated a moment to , glance at his straps and ascertain his precise rank--"Major Mim? Don't you know me?" "Heaven and earth! It is Miss Conyers!" exclaimed little Mim, in consternation. "Or what remains of her," added Britomarte, with a wan smile. r "In the name of Providence, how came you here?" de- manded Mim. "I was taken as a suspected spy. The story is too long to tell you now, Major. But tell me news of our army. I am dying, yes, dying to hear." - We have got Richmond,"' said Mim. " I see that. But Colonel Rosenthal?" a He is with General Grant." { And General Grant? ,' "Is gone after Lee." "And Lee?" - "In full retreat down the valley, half his army destroyed, the other half doomed. "So Richmond is ours. Thank Heaven! But oh, why did you set the city on fire? Was that necessary?" l "We set the city on fire! No, thank Heaven, Miss Con- yers, the crime of burning this beautiful city does not rest on our souls. It seems to have been set on fire either by the evacuating party or by the excited mob, we do not know which, but we do know that when we marched in we found the city in flames, and that our first business was to go to D EL I VERANCE AT LAST. 479 work, as fast as we could, to put it out. And although the wretches that fired the city also cut the hose, we are still, by the blessing of God, bringing the flames under." "Thank Heaven for that! Tell me more news of our friends. Who has fallen? Who survive?" "Miss Conyers, it seems to me, speaking broadly, that all who are nor killed are promoted. Among the killed, Miss Conyers, is that gallant young fellow they used to call the 'Destroying Angel,' on account of his fiery impetuosity." (I Who?" inquired Britomarte. s You know--he who was so adored in the whole brigade. What was his name again? I am the worst hand' at names. I seem to get the idea without the word. What was it again? Bird?--no. Dash?-no. Spring?--no. But it was something with a rush/ in it. WING! That was it.. Ah, poor fellow!" "What of him?" inquired Britomarte, suppressing a laugh. :- "Missing-missing for nearly a year past. Dead, of course; lost among heaps of dead in the trenche&, or the rivers, or the woods, or in the ditches of the Rebel prisons. Colonel Rosenthal has done all he could to discover traces of his fate, but in vain. And I really think the uncer- tainty wears upon the colonel." "Perhaps Wing may yet be found in some of the rebel prisons of Richmond," suggested Britomarte. "Heaven grant it. Yet it is not likely. Come, Miss Conyers; you look worn and wasted. Let me take you somewhere where you can be comfortably lodged and refreshed. Colonel O'Neill has his quarterstat the Golds- borough House. His wife is with him: I know they will gladly welcome you. Will you let me take you there for the present?" "Thanks, yes! Anywhere-anywhere-out of this hor- rible place!" said Britomarte. page: 480-481[View Page 480-481] 480 HOW HE WON HER. Major Mim ordered an ambulance brought up, placed Miss Conyers in it, and conveyed her to the quarters of Colonel O'Neill, where she was warmly welcomed and affec- tionately tended by that gallant officer's amiable wife. OCTIAPfTEX XLIV. AFTER A WHLE. Kind hearts thlere are, yet would the tenderest one Have limits to its mercy; God has none. And man's forgiveness may be true aud sweet, But yet he stoops to give:it. More complete Is love that lays forgiveness at thy feet, And pleads with thee to raise it. Only Heaven Means aBOWNED, not HRUMBULD, when it says *"Forgiven." -A. A. PA. p TO. "ET us reverently pass over that awful calamity of April the fourteenth, which followed so swiftly upon the winged feet of Victory, quenching all her lights of joy and of triumph in darkness and in blood. The Nation's holy sor- row is too sacred a subject to be treated here. I take up my story at a point of time some weeks later, when the unnatural and over-strained excitement of alter- nated joy and grief, triumph and despair, had in some measure subsided, and the amazed and distracted people had in some degree recovered self-possession and calmness; when the victorious legions of the army had passed in grand review before the President and all the high official dignitaries of the Union, before all the resident representa- tives of foreign courts, and above all, before the multitude of grateful and admiring fellow countrymen, who had gathered in millions to do honor to their patriotism, courage and devotion, and who, as they looked upon those glorious veterans, thought that if every man of the rank and file was not a commissioned officer, nearly every one of them certainly deserved to be so. AFTER A WHLE. . 481 Promotions were made for " gallant tand meritorious con- duct in the service "-that is, so far as there should be room for them. But if every private soldier of the Union could have been advanced according to his. deserts, we should have had an army composed almost entirely of major generals. There were thousands upon thousands of men in the ranks, as brave, as true, as skillful, and as devoted, as many who commanded divisions and corps; and if these could not all- be promoted it was only because, as I once heard a schoolboy captain demonstrate to his discontented company, "All cannot be corporals." But if we cannot decorate every brave soldier with a pair of shoulder-straps, we can at least give every one of them our heartfelt honor and esteem. As for us, we never see -the dear old faded blue uniform anywhere, but our hearts warm to the wearer, as we think of the marchings and fightings, by day and night, the fastings and vigils, the wounds and illnesses, the exposure to freezing cold and burning heat, and all the in- conceivable sufferings incident to war which the soldier must have borne for our sakes. But this is a digression, and we must get back tog our story. It was a few days from those of the grand review. The armies had been disbanded and sent home. The multitudes of visitors had left the city. And Washington, which had for weeks been suffering under a plethora of population, was relieved. The parsonage, which like every other private house in Washington and Georgetown had been filled with company, was now comparatively empty. The parlor circle consisted only of Erminie, Elfie, Briga- dier General Rosenthal, Colonel Fielding and Captain Hay. Lieutenant Colonel Mim and Captain Ethel were frequent visitors. -30 page: 482-483[View Page 482-483] 482, HOW HE WON HER. By this you will perceive, that all our friends of the army who had not been killed were promoted. Theypwere not yet mustered out of the service, and they Were all on duty in Washington. Poor young Wing was supposed to have died in one of the confederate prisons; but it was noticeable that from the time General Rosenthal learned the liberation of Miss Con- yers from Castle Thunder, he ceased to mourn the untimely fate of Wing. Britomarte was not in Washington, and no one knew exactly where'she was at this time. Immediately after her release from Castle Thunder she "had written three letters-one to Justin, announcing her safety, one to Ermihie to the same effect, and one to the Signora Adriana -di Bercelloni. And within a week after the posting of these letters, she had left Richmond for the North, Lately she had written from New York, announc- ing -her speedy return to Washington. This letter, which was addressed to Justin, was immediately answered by a joint one from the brother and sister, entreating Britomarte 'to make the parsonage her home, and to let them know exactly by what train she would arrive, that they might meet her at the station. They were now waiting her reply. It was yet early in the day, and the gentlemen had all walked out, and Elfie was busy at her favorite pastime of decorating the drawing-room with flowers, and Erminie, having issued all her domestic orders for the day, was rest- ing in an easy chair in her own chamber, when the sound of wheels .was heard turning into the gates and rolling up the avenue' towards the front of the, house. It was not an unusual soundj for there had been a great number of callers Within the last few weeks, so that jin fact the inmates of the cottage were getting tired of them. Elfie) pausing in the act of arranging a bouquet, uttered AFTER A WHLE. 483 an exclamation of disgust and wondered why people could not content themselves at home. Erminie, seated in her resting-chair in the privacy of her own room, hoped that the visitor might be no one whom she should be obliged to see. And she waited for the appear- ance of the servant to announce the name of the new comer. But fifteen or twenty minntes passed and no servant appeared, though the carriage still remained standing before the door. "It is some one for Elfie, said Erminie to herself, as she sank in her chair to take her ease. But at that moment she heard footsteps approaching the chamber, and the next instant the door was thrown open by Elfie, who, pale and faint, tottered into the chamber and sank into the nearest seat. "Elfie! Elfie, my dear! in the name of mercy, what has 'happened?" exclaimed -Erminie; starting up in alarm, for the least terrible of her conjectures was that some serious accident had occurred to her own brother or to Elfie's father. "Noth-nothing has happened! Nothing bad, I mean! All good! Oh, Erminie! how shall I tell you!" gasped Elfie, bursting into a passion of hysterical tears and sobs. The excess of joy weeps; the excess of anguish laughs. ( What? what is this 9 Who came in the carriage? breathlessly gasped Erminie, turning pale and cold, yet not with fear! . - "Oh, Erminie, guess! try to guess! I am afraid to tell you! Who would you rather see of all the world?" said Elfie, trembling. Torrents of fire and of ice alternately seemed to sweep through the system of the delicate girl, as the blood rushed to her head and receded to her heart. page: 484-485[View Page 484-485] 484 How HKE WON HFdR-. "My father! It is my dear father!" she cried, as she started up and dashed from the room. Yes! it is he!" said Elfie. The drawingroom door stood wide open. Erminie flew in and was folded in the arms of her father. He sank down on the sofa and drew her on his lap; and she dropped her head upon his bosom and wept for joy. And he clasped her in a closer embrace, and for the first few minutes not one word was spoken between them. Then the first syllables her lips could frame were of gratitude to Heaven. aThank the Lord! Oh, thank the Lord!" she said. "Amen," solemnly responded the Lutheran ninister. My father! Oh, my beloved father!" "; My dear, dear child!" Let me look at you! Is it- you indeed? Is it indeed you?" she said, raising her face from his bosom and push- ing his head gently a little way from her that she might examine him at will. "You see it is I," he said, smiling. "But how thin you are I oh, how thin! how wasted your dear face is! Father, you have suffered!" she said, kissing him tenderly and repeatedly. a But my sufferings are over now, dear child' he said. "You have been all this while in a Confederate prison I And it will take time to restore you." "Yes, my child, it will take as many weeks and as many new-laid eggs to build me up as it took to restore the re- nowned knight of La Mancha after one of his campaigns," said the old man, gaily. "You suffered so much in that prison! But don't try to tell me about it now," she added, hastily "tell me what I shall do for you first. Have you had a good breakfast this morning?? Shall I ring for Bob to bring you a pair of slippers and get a warm bath ready for you? Which firsts AFTER A WHLE. 485 dear father? Oh, I am not in my right senses! I am mad with joy, or I should know what to do at once without ask- ing you. Let me take off your boots like I used to do!" And she would have gone down on her knees to perform this service if he had not prevented her. "Stay, my daughter. Sit where you are for the present. On my lap. I like you here. I wantl to look into your face. And I want nothing more just yet.--Changed, my Minie! somewhat changed you are in these four years. Not so bright and blooming as you were; paler, thinner; but more lovely, my darling--much more lovely. Ah, I know how you have passed these years, my Minie. Even in my dis- tant prison I heard of that young Lutheran Sister of Christ whose tender mercies were over all sufferers that came under her care-whether Rchel or Loyal. I will tell you about that presently. But now tell me: how knew you so readily thsat I had been in prison all this while? Who told you?" "No one, my dear father. W-hen I heard from Elfie that you had returned, I easily divined it. Where else should you have been living 'all this while, not to have come home to us? But besides that, dear father, several months ago, nearly a year ago indeed, when my brain and nervous system were in an abnormal and exalted condition from the effects of illness and drugs, I had a dream or vision in which I saw you in prison." .- "Dream? vision? My child, you surely do not attach any importance to such very natural phenomena?" "I don't know, I will tell you all about my strange ex- perience some day-not now. I will only say this now: that my dream left upon my mind so strong an impression of your continued existence in this world, that I was more over- joyed than surprised when Elfie came to announce your re- turn. And now that I see you before me, and hear you ad- mit that you were a captive confined in a Confederate i - . page: 486-487[View Page 486-487] 486 HOW HE WON HER. prison, just as I dreamed you were, I cannot help attaching some significance to my-dream." - A mere coincidence, my little daughter. Millions of dreams amount to nothing. But if one in a billion seems prophetic from an accidental. coincidence, it is immediately set down among supernatural phenomena. Nonsense, my Minie! The wonder is, not that one dream in a billion happens to coincide with something in real life, but that nearly all of them do not. So you have been a little Sister of Charity in these years, my Minie?" "Yes, my father; but there was really no merit in that. My heart would have broken else. I had to comfort others in order to sustain myself." "Did you then suffer so much, my Minie?" tenderly in- quired her father. "Not more, nor so much as many thousand women have suffered during this war. But I believe that I was weaker than others, and more ready to succumb to sorrow, if I had not kept myself up in the way I did.- irst there came-- But I will not talk to you of these things now. Fatler, dear father, you know-How much do you know about Jus- tin?" she asked, after some embarrassment and hesitation. "I knowall about him, my dear child. X I parted with him not an hour ago, at his headquarters. I had to go there first, for there was one with me who had important business with him. On reaching the city, I and he who was with me inquired for Colonel Rosenthal's address, and were told that General Rosenthal was at his head-quarters. So we went there, and spent two hours with him." "My brother must have been--tremendously astonished and overjoyed." " He was, my darling.. Justin is a stout man, and in the last four years he has grown stouter. But when he saw me he was nearer swooning than I ever saw a man in my life. He ftrst arose to receive me, believing me to be a stranger, AFTER A WHWILE. 487 but when he recognized me he turned white as death, reeled, caught the edge of his table for support, and fell back into his seat. It was a full minute before he could recover him- self and welcome me. You sustained the shock with more firmness, my Minie." "- Because, dear father, it really was no such great shock to me. I say, as I said before, that my dream had prepared me for your return, and I was more overjoyed than surprised at it." "Still ' harping ' onyour dream, my darling. Never mind that. You have suffered a great deal in these four dreadful years, my poor child." "But I suffer no longer, dear father. I have you and I have Justin, and even my school friend, Britomarte, all safe. And I have not a sorrow in the world now," she said gaily. ' Not one, my Minie?" he inquired, very significantly. The fair, bright face was suddenly overclouded and dark- ened. The one unforgotten name arose to her lips. She covered her face with her hands, and burst into tears. "I thought so. I thought so, my child. But I did not mean to torture you in vain. Hope, hope all things, my Minie," her father said, as he drew her closer to his heart, and soothed her gently. Presently she raised her head, and wiped the tears from her eyes saying: "How weak and foolish I am. How wrong and thank- less to weep when I shOuld only rejoice. And I do rejoice. "Oh, my beloved father, I rejoice from the bottom of my heart, and thank the' Lord from the depths of my soul that you have returned to bless us with your precious presence. I do, dear father, I do!" "I know you do, my darling, only you would be still more joyful and thankful if there could be one other by my side as loyal as'I am." "Oh, my dear father," said Erminie, shrinking painfully, / uly page: 488-489[View Page 488-489] 488 How RE WON HER. as one who had a wound suddenly probed-" my dear father do not speak of that. Never mind me. Let us talk of yourself. Since you will not let me do anything for you but sit upon your knee, tell me, if it will not tire you to do so, how it came about that you were reported dead, and that a body was found and buried as your'body, when ini fact you were only taken prisoner? And above 11l, how did it happen that you were kept:in prison so long without being exchanged, or being allowed to communicate wih your family?" "It is a long story, my child, but I will try to tell it briefly. When my regiment was at Manassas, it was desira- ble to ascertain the position of the enemy, and the character of his defences. IMy colonel knew that the general officers were very solicitous upon this point. He thought secretly to-procure the information, and tosurprise them with it. He proposed to me to exchange my uniform for the clergy- man's dress that I had a right to wear, and in that cos- tume, and with a bundle of tracts in my carpet bag, to penetrate the enemy's lines as an itinerant preacher, dis- tribute my tracts, pick up all the information I could get, and then return to my regiment and give it to him." " Oh, my dear father, what a dangerous service to put you on, and at your age, too!" "My dear, we thought my age and clerical character would be the very circumstances to save me from suspicion and arrest." / " And so you went?" "And so I went-myself and my colonel being only in the secret I In my character of an old itinerant preacher, I succeeded in getting within the enemy's lines, where I distributed my tracts among the soldiers, and preached pro- slavery from the text, ' Servants obey your masters,' and secession from another text, ' Come out from among them.' I gained 'golden opinions,' and what is more, such impor- AFTER ; WHLE 489 tant information in regard to the strength, position and plans of the enemy that, could I have succeeded in carrying it back to my colonel, it must have totally changed the issue of that disastrous battle of Bull, Run." a"But you were taken!" sighed Erminie. r/ s"I was taken! I started on my return, but some cir- [ cumstance, of I know not what nature, excited suspicion. I was followed, arrested, and brought back." "Oh, my father! oh, my dear, dear father!" exclaimed, Erminie, clasping her hand. "'My child, you see me sitting here in safety; you feel my arms around you; therefore you can bear to hear some hard facts. I will tell them as shortly and plainly as pos- sible. The result of my arrest was that I was tried as a spy and condemned to die." "Father! fatherI " exclaimed Erminie, clasping him closer, as though he were still in danger. Here I am, safe and well, little daughter! I owe my life to General Eastworth! His services to the cause of the Confederacy were considered very great; his influence was almost unbounded. He recognized me as Soon as he saw me, and without divulging my real name, which was not yet discovered, he intervened at the proper point of time, and got my death-sentence commuted to that of imprison- ment during the war.+ I was sent to a Confederate prison in Charleston." "And it was there I saw you in my dream, murmured Erminie, but in a voice too low to attract the attention of her father, who continued: "I verily believe that Eastworth procured me to be sent to Charleston so that he could watch over me, and mitigate the rigor of my captivity, for he himself had just been ordered on duty thither. And he has served me like a son for more than three years." o page: 490-491[View Page 490-491] "O HOW HE WON HEi R. "I am very glad to owe this deep debt of gratitude to General Eastworth," said Erminie in a low voice. "You will be gladder still to learn that Eastworth, like the Prodigal Son in the Scriptures, has come to himself/" aFather! father! is this so? Is this really so?" gasped Erminie in a low, breathless tone, as of suspended rapture. . "It is so, my girl, or I never would have brought up his name! There is -not a man in the country who mourns with a deeper sorrow over the fatal madness of the secession than does General Eastworth. And not that the cause is lost! for I feel sure that he would not only have mourned, but despaired, could it have succeeded." "Oh, father! father! I never expected to be so happy in this world, or scarcely even in Heaven, as you have made me with- this news! exclaimed Erminie, as a ray of almost divine joy shone through the tears that filled her eyes. "I rejoice in your happiness, my darling child!" "But how came this great change about, my father? ' "Who can tell that? Perhaps your tears that ever fell, your prayers that ever rose for him, were effective! Per- haps your devotion to the sufferers by this war brought a blessing on your head, and grace to him, so that he was cured of his hallucination; for it was hallucination with him. The wisest and best of mortal men, Erminie, are subject to be hallucinated by some master passion. With one man it may be love; with another jealousy, hatred or revenge; with still another, avarice, and with the nobler sort of man it is, too often, ambition! With Eastworth it was ambition that warped his reason and silenced his con- science. And this was not a narrow, personal desire for his own individual aggrandizement, but a comparatively broad, unselfish aspiration, for the establishment of his own section of the country into a nation, as opposed to the whole country. In this he forgot, for a time, the interests of AFTER A WHLE. 491 humanity, the interests of posterity, all bound up in the preservation, intact, of this Union." "But he remembers this now?" "He remembers this now! Let me be just to East- worth! It is not, I say, the failure of the cause that has brought about this change in him. I have seen a great deal of him in the last two years. This change has been gradually coming over him in all that time." "But, father, dear father, he has laid himself liable to heavy penalties of I know not what weight." "- He has, my dear; but he is prepared to meet them like a man." "His property, his liberty, even his life is forfeit -to the country, is it not?" inquired Erminie, growing pale, as for the first time she remembered his danger. "My child, perhaps so, according to the strict letter of the law! But I do not think the people of this country will have it so! There is no reason on earth why we, the free and enlightened people of America should follow the precedent afforded us by the'- mingled fear and cruelty of the old world monarchies. We are too brave and strong to be vindictive and despotic." "' But what will Eastworth do, father?" "In the first place he will not expatriate himself. Be sure of that. He will trust himself to his country as a son to his mother." "C And you think I have no reason to fear for him? :' a None; the names of some of the noblest among the Union officers are pledges for his future good faith." Erminie heaved a sigh of infinite relief, and then said: "But we have talked so much of him and so little of yourself, dear. How was it, precious father, that you never let me know that you were living?" "My darling, the conditions of the commutation of tny sentence from death to imprisonment were that I should page: 492-493[View Page 492-493] "2 IOW HE W-ON HER. hold no communication whatever with my friends across the lines. Even Eastworth, who did all that was in his power to mitigate the severity of my fate, could not aid me in evading these conditions, without a breach of trust. That was why I could not write to you." "But I should have supposed some one of our men in the hands of the Confederate authorities as -prisoners of war, might have heard of your captivity and reported it." "That was not likely. I was in a solitary cell, and con- fined under the name in which I had been arrested. Nlo one but Eastworth knew my real name. And at my desire he kept it a secret. You heard me say just now, my dear, that the fame of the little Lutheran Sister of Christ, who ministered to the sick and wounded, whether Loyal or Rebel, had reached me even in my distant Southern prison?." "Yes, dear father." "I will tell you how that was. I once had a guard that was so very kind to me, so extremely kind to me, that I one day asked him plainly why he was so. He answered that he had been a wounded prisoner in the Douglass Hospital atWashington, and that a young Union lady had saved his life by her constant attentions to him, and by bringing him nice broths, jellies, fruits, wine, tea and coffee, such as, at that time, could not be furnished-to the soldiers.' "Yes," said Erminie, " that must have been before the Sanitary and Christian Commissions got into operation." "Do you remember this case, Erminie?" "Dear father, there were so many such cases! I don't remember this particular one." a He remembers you. As long as he lives he will re- member you! He talked to me about you. He described your looks and manners and tone of voice. He told me your name, and said that you had lost your father in the first battle of Bull Run. He said that he should always 1' AFTER A WHLE. 493 be kind to the Union prisoners for your sake. I longed to tell him that I was your father; but I could not do so with- out disclosing my name, which I wished to keep a secret- which then more than ever I determined to keep a secret." "But why, dear father?" "Why?-For your sake more than for any other reason, my Minie!" "For my sake!" Ay, ay! listen! You had mourned me as dead. Time and religion had reconciled you to your loss, and softened your sorrow. But suppose you had heard that I was liv- ing, and suffering a painful captivity in a Southern prison? Would not all your wounds have been torn open afresh, and kept open? Would not your heart have bled both day and night? Could you have done your daily duty in the hos- pitals with the image of your old father a captive in a Con- federate prison, ever present to your mind?" "Oh no, no, no!" "Therefore you see I was right in keeping the secret, and I kept it religiously until the capture of Charleston." "That was several weeks ago?" said Erminie, interrog- atively. / "By which you mean to ask why I did not hasten home immediately on being released from prison. The reason was this my Minie. -Almost simultaneously with the cap- ture of Charleston, I wass seized with typhus fever. I was ill some weeks. A man of my age seldom recovers from typhus fever; and even when he does, he takes a long time to rally. As soon as I was able to travel I set out for home. General Eastworth came with me, to take care of me." "General Eastworth here-here in Washington!" she exclaimed, slightly starting, flushing and paling. "Yes, my Minie, and only waiting your permission to see him." , * , -, page: 494-495[View Page 494-495] " : HOW HE WON HER. "Oh, how shall I meet him? how must I meet him, my father? "As your true heart dictates, my child." She bowed her head and covered her face with her hands. "Why do you weep, my Minie?" her father asked, ten- derly caressing her. "I do not know. My heart is heavy withi its burden of happiness! Oh, my father, lay your hand upon my head and pray for me!--pray for me and bless me! I am weak, and I tremble with my happiness! I am afraid-to be so happy!" And she shivered. He smiled and laid his handupon her head; he prayed for her and blessed her, .then he stooped and kissed her, arose and- placed her gently in the chair, and leaving her alone, stole silently from the room. When Erminie looked up her father was gone, and her lover stood in his place. Pale, silent, sorrowful, mutilated, General Eastworth stood there, looking down upon Erminie. Her hands flew out to meet him. "Oh, welcome! welcome! welcome f' she exclaimed, with all her heart's warmth welling up in the words. "You welcome me; Miss Rosenthal! You welcome me?" he whispered, in tones scarcely above his breath. "With all my heart and soul! A thousand, thousand welcomes!!" she cried, with almost overpowering emotion. "I come to you, Miss Rosenthal, to hear you confirm, if you will, the gracious words you spoke to me on your bed of illness near death, that night I came to your room at the risk of my life!- "Then that was no dream! you were really beside me there!" she exclaimed, wonderingly. "I was really beside you there. Did you doubt it?" FI AFTER A WHLE. 495 is I was so' ill that night, I never could feel certain of what happened. And no one was able to assure me upon all points. But sit down! oh, sit! How pale you are! You are not fit to stand!!" she said. "No, I am more fit to kneel to you," he answered mourn- fully. But she arose from the great arm-chair, and with gentle force, compelled him to seat himself in it. Then she drew an ottoman forward and sat down at his knees, as she had been accustomed to do in the early days of their betrothal. "I am so happy to have you here-oh, so unspeakably happy to have you here! I never hoped to be so happy in this world again!" she fervently exclaimed, as she placed her hand in his. "What a welcome!" he said, as the tears rose to his eyes--his eyes that were all unused to such moisture. , What a welcome, and how unworthy I am to receive it! Do angels always welcome returning sinners so, Er- minie?" "Please do not speak of yourself so to me; to any one else you like, but not to me! I,am your betrothed, and I will hear no ill of you, even from your own lips." No, no, Erminie! no, no, you angel girl! I have not come to bind again upon your young life bonds that were well broken years ago!. I have forfeited all right to such great happiness! All that is changed!2' "But my heart is not changed,', she murmured in a low tone, and blushing deeply. "My sweet child! when we were first betrothed I was twenty years older than you; although, being then in per- fect health, I did not: seem so. And my wealth was great, my social position high, and my name honored. Since that time all is revolutionized with me." "But not with me; I am the same," she murmured. "Look at me, Erminie! See what time, toil, care, war, i. page: 496-497[View Page 496-497] "6 HOW HE W ON HER. grief, pain, remorse have done for me. I am old and gray and broken and mutilated," he said. But I love you," she replied. "f To-day I am a poor and penniless man. To-morrow I may be an exile, or a prisoner." "But I love you," she repeated. " And ee- I am maimed! I have lost my right arm! And," worse than all, I have lost it in a bad cause!" ' Poor right arm! I would I could give mine to restore it," she said. "'And oh, Erminie! my once spotless name is stained with reproach. Could you bear to wear it?" "Yes, for I love you! Oh, my dearest! 1 have but that one little phrase to answer all your words--' I love you!' Oh, my betrothed, I love you!"I He caught her in his arm, he strained her to his bosom, he burst into tears and wept over her as only a strong man can weep. "And oh! he cried, "what shall I render unto the Lord for all His loving kindness and tender mercy, in giv- ing me this dear woman's heart? For only Heaven Means CROwwD, not humbled, when it says ' forgiven i " So these two were reconciled, and this was but the fore- runner of a deeper and broader reconciliation yet to come. General Eastworth, by the earnest invitation of Dr. Rosenthal, remained as a guest at the parsonage. At five o'clock in the afternoon Justin came in, accom- panied by Mim and Ethel. And a very pleasant dinner party closed the day. It was very noticeable that Elfie, who had now nearly competed her first year of mourning, received young Ethel's'attentions with less of reserve than formerly. Colonel Fielding certainly smiled on the young naval offi6er's suit. THE WOMAn'S DEAREST RIGHT. 497 "Beyond my real esteem and admiration of the young fellow, and aside from my interest in my daughiter's hap- piness and well-being, I have really a selfish motive for wishing to promote this marriage," the colonel said in explan- ation to Dr. Rosenthal. i And what may that be?" smiled the doctor. "Why, as Elfie is my only child, I naturally feel a very great reluctance to parting with her. And as Ethel will be at sea more than two-thirds of the time, Elfie will be left with me. There! am I a selfish old dog? I can not help it! The old widowed father of an only daughter is very apt to be so," said the colonel. The morning succeeding the domiciliation of General Eastworth at the parsonage, Erminie received a telegram from Britomarte, announcing that she would arrive by the seven P. M. train from Baltimore. And at the appointed hour Justin and Erminie went to the station to meet her. The train was up to time, and Britomarte was soon fondly received by the brother and sister, who took her at once to their hearts and home. CHAPYEi XLV. THE WOMAN'S DEAREST RIGHT. And thou shalt know, these arms once curled About thee, what we knew before, How LOVB is the greatest good in the world. Henceforth be loved, as heart can love, Or brain devise, or hand approve.-BBaowmING. THE morning of the next day found Justin and Brito- marte seated together on a sofa in the drawing-room. "Well, my dearestg, began Justin, in a low tone, as he took her hand and tried to catch her eye, "is Britomarte 31 page: 498-499[View Page 498-499] "8 HOW HE WON HEB. prepared to ratify in Justin's favor the promise made by Wing to his wounded colonel?" "( Yes," she answered frankly, ' for it was a promise given unconditionally and for all *tmne." {' And how soon shall it be redeemed, Britomarte?" is As soon as you please-after you have heard something that I have to tell you. Justin, you have heard a 'secret' in my family, history darkly 1hinted?" "Yes; and I have heard you plainly assert that such a, secret existed. And I have told you that let it be what it might,- it could not affect my love and esteem for you, or my earnest desire to make you my wife." "Thanks, warmest thanks for your generous trust in me, Justin. The secret indeed was none of mine; nor has it turned out to be so dark an one as I had dreaded. Fortunately it cannot affect us in any manner. But you shall hear it, if only -that you may know how it was that I grew up to be a man-hater! "'I always supposed that there must have been some deep wrong and suffering at the bottom of all your man- hatred." ' "A long succession of wrongs and sufferings! But you shall hear,"' she said. "There really would seem to have been a spell laid upon the women of our race; for as far back as we can follow household history, every woman of our blood, from mother to daughter, has married miserably." I hope that your marriage -will break the spell, Brito- marte." I know that'it will, dear Justin. But this curse really, followed or seemed to follow us from generation to genera- tion." . ' Ad is there no tradition connected with it?" smiled Justin. . "None. Why?" "Because there ought to be, you know. I am afraid your THE WOMAN'S DEAREST- RIGHT. 49f family are not inventive, Miss Conyers. - or this is just such a case as requires a tradition to explain it. And sucl a tradition could be so easily invented, to tell us what ances. tress, by what crime, entailed the curse upon all her female descendants. For instance, the tale might run--How-in the dark ages a certain fair nun of your race broke her vows of celibacy in favor of a certain gay knight, and in becoming his wife, by that law of retribution which visits the sins of the parents upon the children, entailed upon all her daugh- ters to the end of time the punishment iof misery in mar- riage. You are sure there is no such legend?" "Quite," said Britomarte, smiling. "And for the want of such a legend in explanation of the mystery, I was obliged to seek the-solution of the problem in the inherent wickedness of men. When you hear the rest of my story you will see how I found it there." "I can even now see that, Britomarte." "You will excuse me from speaking of my grandfather and my father, though I remember both perfectly well." "Certainly, dearest, I understand. Whatever a man's faults may be, it is not for his descendants to discover them to others." "No. But nothing shall prevent my speaking of my brother-in-law. I had one only sister-the daughter of my mother's first marriage, for my mother was married twice. This sister was sixtee-myears old and I was four when our parents died and we were left to the care of a grand-aunt." ' Miss Pole? ' "'Yes; but she lived in Washington city then, and saw a great deal of company, and kept open house. My, half sister was wealthy, having inherited her father's fortune, which was secured to her; I was perfectly penniless, for my father had unfortunately run through every cent of-my mother's little property. While my sister lived single I' never knew a want. But she married-married miserablyt page: 500-501[View Page 500-501] OYV HOW HE. WON HER. like all her foremothers had done. Her husband was the celebrated tenor, Adriano di Bercelloni. She heard him sing at an opera, fell in love with him, became mad,. blind, desperate, threw herself in his way, went everywhere she could see him, and finally attracted his attention. Mona was very. beautiful. as well as very wealthy, and very much in love with the fascinating tenor. The bait was tempting, the opportunity good, and so the spendthrift opera singer ran away with the rich heiress." "Poor, infatuated girl!" "Oh, she did but follow her fate, as all her predecessors had done before her. But the rage of'Aunt Pole was beyond all description. Justin, I have seen something of war, but I have never seen anything so terrible, so horrible as that old lady's roused wrath I "I can well -believe it. I have seen her once," thought Justin to himself. "She stormed and raved and foamed. She forbade me, on pain of her everlasting vengeance, ever to see, speak of, or think about my sister. I think the root of her bitterness grew in this fact-that she had to leave her handsome city house, which really belonged to Mona, and to break up her Showy establishment, which she could no longer support on oMonads ample fortune. She sent me to school at Belle- mont, and she returned to Witch Elms, breathing, maledict tions upon all the world." "So that was the secret of her misanthropy." "Yes." { Go on, dear Britomarte." "I went to school, -but I could not obey my aunt in re- gard to my sister. I loved Mona; I had no one but her to love, and all the affections of my heart were concentrated upon her, I could not refrain from writing to her. I knew that Bercelloni was singing in Paris. I wrote to my sister, enclosing my letter to him. In that manner a correspond- THE WOMAN'S DEB AREST IGHT.5 -] ence was commenced between my sister and myself, whic was kept up until her death." "She is dead, then?" said Justini gently. "She has been dead five years. IJ will tell you all abol that presently. In a very short time Bercelloni contrive to run through all my sister's fortune, wasting it upon win, dice, and other abominations. And then he left her," "The base villain!" "He did but carry out the curse} as all his precesso3 had done before him. For more than a year I had nc heard from my poor sister, when one day, while still a school, I got a letter from her, post-marked New York- letter telling me that Bercelloni had left her, that at th, time of his- marriage with herself he had another wif living, although of course she had not suspected it-tellin1 me also that she was in great destitution, that her thre children were all ill with diptheria, and that she had nx money to buy them food or-physic, and asking me, fo Heaven's sake, to-send her something, to keep her little ones from dying of w-aant." "Oh, my: dear, what a sad trial for your young heart t 'bear." "No," said Britomarte, "it was only the family fate But oh, where was I to get money? I had not a dollar il my purse; I had no" jewelry or trinkets such as girls usuall: have; I had not even a watch; I had only a little golf thimble, the birth-day gift of my sister years before. I' had cost six dollars. I sold it for two to a schoolmate. ] also sold all my clothing, piece by piece, to the colored peo- ple of the neighborhood, so that I had but a single change left. I had to do all this secretly, and at the risk of dies covery and expulsion from the school. But by- the sacrifice of effects worth perhaps sixty dollars I realized about twenty, which I sent to poor Mona." page: 502-503[View Page 502-503] 602 H R O wHB WO HER t ABh Britomarte I To have had the heaviest burdens of life forced upon you when you were a mere school girl! ' - "It was the family curse. The women, like the mules, had, to bear all the burdens, and like the scapegoats, had to carry all the crimes of the men." "That is all past -now, Britomarte-forever past. You shall bear no burden, suffer no sorrow that I can intercept and take from you." I'I know it, Justin. I know it. God make me worthy of you, and grateful for your love." Hush, hush, mry dearest, No more of that. Go on with your domestic history. What came next?" "What came next? Ah, Justin; the money I sent poor Mona only helped to bury her children. They all died. Meanwhile, she found a friend in theb widow of the elder Bercelloni. This poor woman- had been the second wife of the father, and was therefore onlry the step-mother of the son. She was entirely dependent on her own. exertions for a livelihood, for her selfish step-son would do nothing for her. But'the Signora kept poor Mona from starving, and after -a while procured her an engagement at the -same opera house where shel herself was employed as chorus singer. But I weary you with these petty family details." "3No, no, not in: the least. All that in the slightest degree concerns you interests me. Go on, pray." "I h/i/rd but little of my sister for the next twelve months. Meanwhile-But how is it that secrets transpire, Justin-do you know? -And above all, how is it that family secrets always come out in an exaggerated form and distorted shape? Can any one tell?" , "Not I, at all events," said Justin, smiling. "My sister's story transpired, but in a monstrous form. There was sin and folly, it was whispered, but the folly and the sin were hers, it was' said. Suspicion fell even on me} of I know not what fault. Ah, you know the poisonous THE WOMAN 'S D-EAREST RIGHT. 503 malaria of slander that hung like a pestilential cloud over me. . "I know! I know! But it has cleared away, my dear --cleared away, and left your sky all bright and sunny." "For a year or more, being my last year at school,:I lived in this deadly atmosphere. Then came the school examin- ation. You remember all that happened there?."v d I remember one thing that happened there distinctly. I met you. And for the first time, and for the whole of my life, I loved. But proceed, my dearest." "Do you remember while we were on the- boat, waiting for her to get up her steam, that a negro boy came running down from the schoolhouse, and jumped aboard and handed me a letter?" "That letter I Yes, and I remember your excessive agi- tation, your retirement to your cabin, your isolation all that day and night, and the awful sorrow on your brow next morning.. I remember all, Brit;omarte." {' That- letter was from the Signora Adriana di Bercelloni. It announced to me the news of my sister's awful death. She was found, one morning dead in herbed, with her throat cut from ear to ear, and lying in a pool of her own blood!" cv Great Heavens, Britomarte!" Britomarte covered her face with her hands, and remained silent for a few moments. Then she looked up and said: a Do you wonder now at my strange demeanor on that occasion? You remenmber that on my arrival at Washing- ton, instead of going to Witch Elms, I hastened immedi- ately to the station to catch the train for New York?" Yes." "I reached the city the next day, -and hurried to the humble lodgings of the Signora and got her to accompany me to the house of my dead sister, where the coroner's inquest was still sitting. There we found the Signor Adriano di Bercellfni under arrest dp4 under strong suspi- page: 504-505[View Page 504-505] 504 HO W, HE WO-N HERE cion. There, partly from the information given me by the Signora, and partly from the evidence elicited by the coro- ner's inquest, I learned these facts: That my sister had re- covered her health and beauty ; and h'd made considerable progress in her art and in the' favor of the public, so that at the time of her death she was one of the most attractive singers in the house. Bercelloni came to fulfil an engage- ment there that summer, and to his amazement found Mona a member of the company and restored to all her pristine bloom and beauty, and indeed more lovely and alluring than he had ever known her to be." "Sorrow does sometimes give a last, perfecting touch to beauty," said Justin. "Yes. Bercelloni seemed always to have loved my sister by fits and starts. -Now he took a violent fancy to her; a fancythat was stimulated by jealousy into a keen vitality. But while she was very gracious to every other member of the troup, she would not vouchsafe a word or a look to the man who had so basely deceived and deserted her." "She was right. Her course was the only correct one." "Yes, but it maddened him. He fiercely claimed her as his wife, haughtily asserted a husband's rights over her, and absolutely forbade the manager of the Opera House to pay her salary to herself! He told her that the story of his: having had another wife was a mere canard; that there was no truth whatever in it;- that he had only invented the tale to tease her. "The monstrous villain! Who could believe him?" "Not she, at all events. She denied his statements, ignored his claims, and defied his anger. He become furi- ously, frantically jealous. And such was the state of affairs between them, when one morning she was found dead in her bed, and weltering in her blood, as I said. The coro- ner's inquest, with the usual pexspicacity of such bodies, THE WIOAMAN S S DbEA R E ST RIGHT. 60S found their verdict, 'Suicide.' And -as 'a melancholy case of suicide it was recorded in the daily papers." "Oh, Britomarte! to think that you should have had this great sorrow and we who loved you should have known nothing of it! Why, it is even probable, that I may have read that very paragraph describing the ' melancholy case of suicide' without the slightest suspicion that it was in the least degree connected with your life. But tellme, how in the name of justice and common sense did Bercelloni get off so easily? - "Oh, he proved an alibi by half a dozen witnesses." - "Then after all he did not commit, the crime.", "Yes he did, but by another hand. He was just the sort of Italian villain to hire a low ruffian to do the deed he feared to attempt.' And that was the way in which he managed it. Listen, Justin: At the time that I came down to Washington on my way to the Rainbows, I went over to Witch Elms to see myV old aunt, to explain to her why I went to New York so suddenly, and to ask her why she had not answered my letter in which I had broken to her the news of Mona's- awful death. When I reached Witch Elms the very first person whom I saw, the man who opened the door for me, was-Dole, the confidential servant of Bercelloni.- His sudden appearance nearly de- prived me of my breath. I could not understand why he, of all men should be thye, of all places. But he took my message to the old lady, and while he was gone I went to the kitchen and asked the old cook, lNan, how this man came to be there, and in what capacity he served. She told me that her mistress had, advertised for an overseer for her farm, O and that Dole had answered her advertisement, and had offered himself 'and had been accepted; and moreover, that he had already obtained a-great influence over her mis- tress." "Was this person you speak of a very large man with a page: 506-507[View Page 506-507] , 50 .- O:. - HE WON HE'RB. very small head, closely cropped hair and closely shaven face? ^Yes; why?" ' I saw him one night when I rode out to Witch Elms, to inquire for you, that is all! go on, dearest." "Old Nan had scarcely finished -her account of dr. Dole, when that gentleman returned to me with the infor- mation that my aunt would not see me, and with my un- opened letter in his ihand." "What a strange old soul!" "Well, Justin, I will not weary you with the repetition of all my attempts to see -my old relation. -They were quite fruitless. She knew that my sister was dead, and how she had died. .She knew all that from the public papers, but that did not melt her. She remained obdurate to the last. Patience, dear Justin! my long, dark story is almost at an end. I am about to give you the sequel of all this." "Go on, my dearest Britomarte, and believe that I am listening with the deepest interest and closest attention." I pass on to the week of her death.. I was here at the Parsonage helping to nurse your sister at that time, you remember?- "Certainly'.. " The doctor came one morning and announced to me the death of my aunt, and placed a packet in my hand. It con- sisted of am half dozen newspapers, with certain passages marked in them. These passages related to the arrest, trial and execution of a guerrilla named Norse, alias Dipper, alias DOLE. It was stated that he had confessed to having com- mitted nine highway robberies, seventeen successful burgla- ries, and five murders. With these papers there was a writ- ten manuscript and a note. The note was from the chaplain of the prison in which he was confined. It was addressed to Miss Pole. It explained that the accom- panmying manuscript was the attested confession of the THE W OMANA'(- DEARES'T BXIGOHT. 507 prisoner, Justin, I have that document by me; would you/ like to look at it?" 1 Not now, dearest; I would rather you would tell me its contents. What did the dying culprit confess? ' "First to having murdered Madame-Mona,' as my sister was called, for the sum of a thousand dollars, paid, him for the service by the Signor Adriano di Bercelloni." I Horrible!" - "Then to various other offences which would have seemed like felonies, except by the side of that -one enormous crime." "You left the Parsonage soon after the receipt of that packet." "Yes; I could not maintain my self-possession sufficiently well to make me serviceable in a sick room. So I hastened back to my regiment to, lose the keen sense of sorrow in active military service." "Oh, my dear Britomarte! your experience of men has indeed been very bitter!" "So bitter-so stringent, Justin, that it contracted and warped my judgment, until I attributed to your whole sex the follies and crimes that I had found only in the evil men immediately about me! And not only in my own genera- tion, and in my sister's lifes but in the lives-of mny mother and my grandmother. "Yes, Justin, it is true this strange chain of coincidences ha -run' through many ages. If all the women of my race had- been like me- proud, defiant, high-spirited, the phenomena might have been easily explained, It might have been said that they were a race of viragos who had nothing better to expect than misery in marriage. But this was not the- case, at least with my immediate foremothers. No gentler women ever lived than were Amy mother and my grandmother." But Britomarte, those gentle women, by too deep a sub- mission, ruin their domestic happiness as often as the high- ' page: 508-509[View Page 508-509] '608, HOW HE WON HER. spirited do by their resistance. Men are not gods, dear love, and so they are very often spoiled by women. ,But there is no danger of your spoiling me in that manner, dear Brito- marte," laughed Justin. '.Indeed there is not," she answered. "And for this reason-because you would never abuse the power that the law gives you over the outer circumstances of your wife's life, or that she herself gives you over the inner world of her ffections.1" "I think you do me justice, dear," "Ah, Justin, I grew up both in feelings and in princi- ples a man-hater. My narrow personal experiences gave :strength, bitterness and intensity to my feelings, and the frequent discussions of the topic of the day, Woman's Rights,' gave form, shape and consistency to my opinions. And' I became a very perfect man-hater." She paused and looked at him. He was contemplating her with deep tenderness, but he made no observation, and she continued: "It was at this very flood tide of my young soul's life that I first; met you, Justin. And soon, to my consternation, I found that H-a pledged man-hater-was loving you, Jus- tin! loving you with my whole heart, just as all the women of my race had-loved men, to their own destruction. How I hated and scorned myself for this love! how I struggled against- it, battled with it, trampled on it, tried to tear it up, root it out, and utterly destroy- it, you well know." "Ah!" smiled Justin. * Because you see I did not believe in man's love. When your said tome, 'I love you--I want you for my wife,' I interpreted your words to mean just, this-' like your looks, and I want you for my slave.' Can you- wonder that I resisted my owh love and resented yours?" , He did not answer. -He was still contemplating her with ineffable tenderness and infinite love. And as she met his THE WOMAN'S8 DEARES"T -RIGHT. 509 eyes, her eyes softened, beamed and dilated- her cheeks and lips glowed, and her whole countenance grew beautiful and' radiant from the soul's inner light,and life. , But oh, Justin!" she murmured, " as my knowledge of you grow, and my love deepened, what a-change came over my spirit! First I learned that, though all other men might be false and base, you were true and noble. Next came the lesson learned on the Desert Island, where I found by'experience how utterly helpless woman -was without her brother man. I saw that though in civilized countries, which men had already made habitable for women, by the building of cities, houses and roads; the manufacture of furniture, clothing and utensils; and the promotion of arts, sciences and educationr-a single woman might live well enough; yet, in a wilderness, where nothing had been done --where there were no habitations, no manufactures, no planted crops-woman could not possibly exist without man; though he might live without her. This was a humiliating truth to the proud man-hater; but it was truth, and as such she accepted it." "But man would have no motive to live or to labor, if it were not for his sister, woman," answered Justin. "Then," she continued, "the war broke out. And that glorious, awful trial brought out all the grandest traits of manhood-his patriotism, courage, fortitude, self-devotion- until oh, Justin, from Lfiingua man-hater, I have almost become a man-worshipper!" v "No, don't! '" he said, laughing gaily, catching her hand and pressing it to his lips; " don't do it I In great serious- ness, I shouldn't like that. Of the two extreme alterna- tives, I would rather you should continue to be a man-hater, with a single exception in my favor." Britomgrte smiled at this speech. And before the smile had left her lips, Elfie opened the ,door; but seeing them page: 510-511[View Page 510-511] t it O OW HES W ON H aEl aloii, was about to close it again, when Britomarte called to hbr: ' Come in, iElfie!" She entered, saying: There is a couple out in the hall, inquiring, for General Rosenthal. - They are on their way to the North, but have stopped till the next train for the sake of calling to see the General t e ., Justin immediately went out into 'the hall, where he found Tom andi Judith., They were looking remarkably well; and the Irish woman was eager in her expressions of joy at seeing her-old friend, anid anxious in her inquiries about Miss Conyers. Justin stepped: to the drawing-room door and called Britomarte out.* a, ' And, there ensued a meeting a great deal more noisy and demonstrative, if not so deeply emotional as any we have recorded. ' Judith and Tom had made money enough in the war to cover twenty times over their losses by Monck's capture of their: agon. -And' ,they were now going to New York to start in the grocery, and provision line of business. Their time: waS limited and they soon took leave, amid the kindest Wishes for their future, welfare. i Since Bitomarte's arrivall at the Parsonage, she had noticecd that Elfie often;looked at her with very roguish eyes. Sb the first time she found herself alone with that wild young womaln, Miss Conyers said: "N:ow I -want you to tell me what that means? Out with -itv^Elfie. ^ . . - I must! I: can't:keep it any, longer! I want to tell you. that; I knew, if nobody else did, who was the spy that pene- trated into -the' :amp :of the Free Sword'i ' A ;^"Oh, ZElfie, speak to more of that!, It was a stern mili- . - / THE WOMAN'-SB DBAKEST RIGHT. 5Rn tary necessity, but it will ever remain with m-e one of the darkest memories of the war!" "How many names and how many wigs had you, Brito- marte-Wing, Dill, Gill?--You were a very pretty-;:boy in -the bltie-black curled wig, as Dill; but you were a hideous little fellow, in' the short-cropped flaxen wig, as Wing.?" "Elfie," said, Miss Conyers, very seriously, -' Dill is miss- ing and will never be- found; 'Wing is dead and-buried. Except yourself, there is but one person in this world who knows my identity with those two names. How you bave discovered the secret I do not. know! But I must put 'you on your honor to respect it." "(Here!" said Elfie, lifting a Bible from a: centre-table, "Iwill bind myself by-a solemn oath never;to mention it again to any living soul! not even to Ethel, my betrothed! not even to'you! Will that satisfy yoU?" "Perfectly,-my Idear," answered Miss Conyers, kissing Elfie. - . One month later there were three weddings at the Par- sonage. . Captain Ethel and Elfie were married and sent off to Colonel Fielding's renovated home at Sunnyslopes, to spend a short honeymoon. And it was agreed that during Ethel's absences at sea, Elfie shquld reside there and keep house for her father, and that should be Ethel's " anchorage " when- ever he should be ashore. . 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SOUTHWORTH, IU THOR OF "THE LOST HEIRESS," "THE DESERTED WIFPE, "THE MSSING BRIDE," "THE DISCARDED DAUGHTER,* "THE FATAL MARRIAGE," "THE BRIDAL EVE," s RETRIBUTION" "THE MOTHER-IN-LAW.*i Price $1.75 in Cloth; or $1.50 in Paper Cover. FROM THE PREFACE OF "FAIR PLAY." "In offering this work in book form to my readers, I call it Fair Play, with some reference to -' Foul Play,' and for these reasons: "This work was first published in the New York Ledger, and copied in the London Journal, in 1865 and 1866. "' Foul Play' is first published in 1868, and with so much resemblance to this work, as might lead any reader of both stories to suspect a plagia- rism on the one hand or the other. "This resemblance may be found in that which has been called 'the most beautiful and original part' of each story, and which describes the strange situation of the shipwrecked lovers on the solitary island-a sit- Uation, I thought, quite unique in literature. "Now, while I utterly disclaim all intention to charge the distinguished authors of the last-published of these works with any real 'foul play,' I feeltcompelled to state the order in which the two stories first appeared, to secure for myielf and my own work, fair play. "EMMA D. E. N. SOUTHWORTH. i PROSPPET COTTAGEB, Georgetowa, October 31st, 1868." T. B. Peterson & Brothers have also just issued a new and uniform edi- tion of the other popular works by Mrs. Emma D. E. N. Southworth. Their names are al follows. Price of each $1.50 in paperi or $1.75 in cloth. MRS. SOUTHWORTH'S OTHER WORKS. How He Won Her ............ 1 50 Fair Play........................ .1 50 Fallen Pride ...................... 50, The Victim Bride.............. 1 50 The Widow's Son ................... 50 Bride of Llewellyn ................1 50 The Fortune Seeker ...............1 50 Allworth Abbey.....................l 50 The Bridal Eve .....................1 50 The Fatal Marriage ......, .....1 50 Love's Labor Won... .............1 50 Deserted Wife....... ................1 50 The- Gipsy's Prophecy............! 50 The Lost Heiress...............,,. 50 The Two Sisters ....................1 50 The Three Beauties .............,..1 50 Vivia; or, the Secret of Power..1 50 Lady of the Isle....................1 50 The Missing Bride .............. ... 50 Wife's Victory ............ .......1 50 The Mother-in Law ...............1 50 Haunted Homestead ...............1 50 Retribution ..........................1 50 India; Pearl of Pearl River.....l 50 Curse of Clifton .................... 1 50 Discarded Daughter.....,.......... 50 Each of the above books are published in paper cover at $1.50 each, or each one is issued in cloth at $1.75 each. For sale by all Booksellers. Copies of any of the above books will be sent to any one, free of postage, on receipt of price by the Publishers, T. B. PETERSON & BROTHERS, No. R06 Chestnut Street, Philadelphia. Pa.
