he
waltzed. To the lot of Tappingham Marsh (whom she pronounced the most
wheedlmg vagabond, next to Crailey Gray, of her acquaintance) it fell to
persuade her; and, after a quadrille with the elder Chenoweth, she was
with Tappingham. More extraordinary to relate, she danced down both
her partner and music. Thereupon did Mr. Bareaud, stung with envy, dare
emulation and essay a schottische with Miss Trixie Chenoweth, performing
marvelously well for many delectable turns before he unfortunately fell
down. It was a night when a sculptured god would have danced on his
pedestal: June, but not over-warm, balm in the air and rose leaves on
the breeze; and even Minerva's great heels might have marked the time
that orchestra kept. Be sure they waltzed again to "Those Endearing
Young Charms ":

"Oh, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on
to the close: as the sunflower turns on her god when he sets, The same
look that she gave when he rose."

Three of the volunteers were resplendent in their regimentals: Mr. Marsh
(who had been elected captain of the new company to succeed Vanrevel),
and Will Cummings and Jean Madrillon, the lieutenants. This glory was
confined to the officers, who had ordered their uniforms at home, for
the privates and non-commissioned officers were to receive theirs at the
State rendezvous. However, although this gala adornment was limited to
the three gentlemen mentioned, their appearance added "an indescribable
air of splendor and pathos to the occasion," to quote Mr. Cummings
once more. A fourth citizen of the town who might have seized upon this
opportunity to display himself as a soldier neglected to take advantage
of it and stole in quietly, toward the last, in his ordinary attire,
leaving his major's uniform folded on a chair in his own room. The flag
was to be presented to the volunteers at the close of the evening, and
Tom came for that--so he claimed to his accusing soul.

He entered unobserved and made his way, keeping close to the wall, to
where Mrs. Bareaud sat, taking a chair at her side; but Robert Carewe,
glancing thither by chance, saw him, and changed countenance for an
instant. Mr. Carewe composed his features swiftly, excused himself with
elaborate courtesy from Miss Chenoweth, with whom he was talking, and
crossed the room to a corner near his enemy. Presently, as the music
ceased, the volunteers were bidden to come forward, whereupon Tom
left Mrs. Bareaud and