I shall go from here to Dr.Barton's; calling for my wife on my return.

But first what can I do for you?
Ah, I see your door is quite demolished.

We must have it replaced with a new and stronger one before night." "Yes, that is the most pressing need just now," said Mrs.Leland.

"Come in and look; there is really no other damage except a few bullet holes in the walls, and these blood-stains on the matting," she said with a slight shudder; "and I am truly thankful to have escaped so well." They stepped into the hall, (their talk so far had been on the veranda,) and gazed with interest upon the marks of the night's conflict, Mrs.
Leland meanwhile giving a graphic account of it.
A servant was diligently at work cleaning the matting, and had nearly obliterated the stains left by the wounded Ku Klux.
"And you shot him, Mrs.Leland ?" Elsie said inquiringly.
"Archie or I, or perhaps both of us," Mrs.Leland answered, leading the way to the parlor.
They sat there a few moments, conversing still upon the same theme.
"You will hardly dare stay here at night now ?" Elsie remarked.
"Yes; where else?
I should feel very little safer from the Ku Klux in the woods, and the malaria might rob us all of health and even life." "Come to Ion," said both her visitors in a breath, "you will be most welcome." "A thousand thanks," she answered with emotion.

"I do not doubt my welcome; yet fear to give a clue to my husband's hiding place." "There might be danger of that," Mr.Travilla said thoughtfully, "but what better, my dear madam, can you do ?" "Stay here and put my trust in the Lord.