Her hopes died as suddenly as they had been born, and she sank drooping into a chair, with a bitter sigh.
Camille stole a joyful look at Josephine.

She was in the same attitude looking straight before her as at a coming horror.

Presently Rose uttered a faint cry, "The battle was BEFORE." "To be sure," cried the doctor.

"You forget, it is not the date of the paper we want, but of the battle it records.

For Heaven's sake, when was the battle ?" "The 3d of May," said Josephine, in a voice that seemed to come from the tomb.
Rose's hands that held the journal fell like a dead weight upon her knees, journal and all.