so handsomely of him--"I feel sure that I
owe my life to you."

"I think not, Miss Guilford," replied the lieutenant, very much
embarrassed. "I only pulled you out from the ruins; I couldn't have
helped doing it if I had tried; and I hope you won't feel under any
obligations to me."

"But I do feel under very great obligations to you, and I assure you I am
happy to owe my life to so brave and gallant a soldier."

Somers felt just as though he was reading an exciting chapter in a
sensational novel; though he could not help thinking of Lilian Ashford,
and thus spoiling all the romance of the affair. He made no reply to Miss
Emmie's pretty speech; it was utterly impossible for him to do so; and
therein he differed from all the heroes of the novels.

"I want to hear from you some time, and even to see you again. You must
promise to call and see me when we get to Washington."

"I may not be able to leave my regiment at that time."

"Oh! my father will get you a furlough any time you want one."

Lieutenant Somers thought he would like to see himself asking a furlough
to enable him to visit a young lady in Washington, even if she was a
Senator's daughter; but he promised to call at Mr. Guilford's whenever he
happened to be at the capital, which was entirely satisfactory to the
young lady. Though Emmie was by this time suffering severely, she managed
to say several pleasant things; and among them she hinted that her father
could make a brigadier as easily as a tinker could make a tin kettle.

The train arrived at the stopping-place; and Mr. Guilford, with the
assistance of Lieutenant Somers, placed his daughter in a carriage.
Captain de Banyan was very anxious to assist in the operation; but the
sufferer declined. They parted with a renewed promise on the part of the
young officer to visit her in Washington, whenever his duty called him to
that city. The cars arrived in New York two hours behind time--too late
to connect with the train for Philadelphia. Captain de Banyan proposed,
as they were obliged to remain in the city over night, that they should
stop at the "Fifth Avenue," declaring that it was the best hotel in New
York. Somers objected; hoping that he should thus escape the society of
the captain, who appeared to be altogether too "fast" for his time.

De Banyan was accommodating; and, when the lieutenant mentioned a small
hotel downtown, he readily agreed to the proposition, and Somers found it
useless to att