Dear, could you ever think a uniform made any difference ?--it is the man I love." She drew gently back, holding me from her, and yet our eyes met.

"But we must not remain here, thinking only of ourselves, when there is so much to be done.

Remember what is down there, and what scenes of horror surround us.

You have work to do." The way in which she spoke aroused me as from a dream, yet with a question upon my lips.
"Yes," I said, "and we are in midst of war--in this are we yet enemies ?" "I am a Southerner," smiling softly, "and I hope the South wins.

My father is out yonder fighting, if he be not already down, and I would do my best to serve his cause.