her, lay her handkerchief. It breathed of heliotrope.
Her words came back to him: 'Only in coffins, about still, dead faces.'
He stopped in his walk and looked down on her. Forever he should
remember all that ghostly sheen of silvery white about a rigid face with
unutterably sad fixed mouth and drooping lids. He thrust the fleecy
handful into his breast.

'I may keep this?' and took permission from her silence.

'Good-by;' the words came through ashy lips, a half sob. She knelt as
impassive as marble, as cold and white. He waited a moment for the word
or look that did not come, turned away, the hall door fell heavily shut,
and he was gone.

Fifteen minutes after, Miss Berkeley was whirling to the house where she
was to officiate as bridesmaid, and where she was haughtier, and colder,
and ten times more attractive than ever.

Private Moore, waiting for the midnight return train, found life a grim
prospect.

Three weeks after, a summons came from the captain's tent. George had
just returned from his own furlough, and this was their first meeting.
Even while their hands clasped, his new, happy secret told itself.

'Congratulate me, Clement Moore! You remember Lois Berkeley? She has
promised to be Lois Berkeley Morris one day!' and, with happy lover's
egotism, did not notice the gray shade about his hearer's lips.

Various items of news followed.

'A truce boat goes over to-morrow,' remembering the fact suddenly;
'there will be opportunity to send a few letters; so, if you wish to
write to that lady 'beyond the lines'--

The voice that replied was thin and harsh:

'Miss Rose declined alliance with a 'Yankee hireling,' and was married
last October.'

Honest George wrung his friend's hand anew, and heaped mental anathemas
on his own stupidity for not seeing how haggard and worn the dark face
had grown--anathemas which were just enough, perhaps, only he hardly saw
the reason in quite the right light. But he spared all allusions to his
own prospects thereafter, and finding that Moore rather avoided than
sought him, measured and forgave the supposed cause by his own heart.

At length came a time when a new life and impulse roused into action
even that slowly moved great body, the officers of the Potomac Army, and
that much-abused and sorely tried insignificant item, the army itself.
On every camp ground reigned the confusion of a flitting. All the roads
were filled with regiments hurrying southward, faces growing