I saw her once more--dancing with a tall, slender man in uniform.

At least he offered no disguise to me.

In my heart I resented seeing him wear the blue of our government.

And certainly it gave me some pang to which I was not entitled, which I did not stop to analyze, some feeling of wretchedness, to see this girl dancing with none less than Gordon Orme, minister of the Gospel, captain of the English Army, and what other inconsistent things I knew not! "Buck up, Jack," I heard a voice at my side.

"Did she run away from you ?" I feigned ignorance to Kitty.