sake
of the money, for I would n't speak of it, but out of regard for him,
for I took a liking to him; he was a fine, handsome fellow, and bold as
a lion."

"He mightn't be in Jack's battalion, or he might, and Jack not know him.
What was his name?" said Kellett, in some confusion.

"I 'll tell you if you 'll pledge your word you 'll never say a syllable
about the money, for I can't think but he forgot it."

"I 'll never breathe a word about it."

"And will you ask your son all about him,--if he likes the sarvice, or
if he 'd rather be at home, and how it agrees with him?" "And the name?"

"The name?--I wrote it down on a bit of paper just for my own memory's
sake, for I forget everything; the name is Conway,--Charles Conway."

"Why, that's the very--" When he got so far, a warning look from Bella
arrested Kellett's voice, and he ceased speaking, looking eagerly at his
daughter for some explanation. Had he not been so anxious for some
clew to her meaning, he could scarcely have failed to be struck by the
intense keenness of the glance Driscoll turned from the countenance of
the father to that of the daughter. She, however, marked it, and with
such significance that a deathlike sickness crept suddenly over her, and
she sank slowly down into a seat.

"You ware saying, 'That's the very--'" said Driscoll, repeating the
words, and waiting for the conclusion.

"The very name we read in a newspaper," said Bella, who, with a sort
of vague instinct of some necessity for concealment, at once gave this
evasive reply. "He volunteered for somewhere, or was first inside a
battery, or did something or other very courageous."

"It was n't killed he was?" said Driscoll, in his habitual tone.

"No, no," cried Kellett, "he was all safe."

"Isn't it a queer thing? but I'd like to hear of him! There was some
Conway s connections of my mother's, and I can't get it out of my head
but he might be one of them. It's not a common name, like Driscoll."

"Well, Jack will, maybe, be able to tell you about him," said Kellett,
still under the spell of Bella's caution.

"If you would tell me on what points you want to be informed," said
Bella, "I shall be writing to my brother in a day or two. Are there any
distinct questions you wish to be answered?"

The calm but searching glance that accompanied these few words gradually
gave way to an expression of pity as Bella gazed at the hopeless
imbecility of poor Driscoll's face, wherein not