ot the origin of
thought. I believe a brain becomes a mind only when an immortality
exterior to ourselves animates it. And this is what is called the
soul. . . . Whatever it is, it is what I saw--or what that
_something_, exterior to my body, recognised.

"Perhaps these human eyes of mine did not see her. Something that
belongs to me saw the immortal visitor; something, that is the
vital part of me, saw, recognised, and was recognised."

For a long while they sat there, silent; the booming guns shook the
window; the clatter and uproar of the passing waggon train filled
their ears.

Suddenly the house rocked under the stunning crash of a huge gun.
Celia sprang to her feet, caught at the curtain as another terrific
blast shivered the window-panes and filled the room with acrid dust.

Through the stinging clouds of powdered plaster Colonel Craig
entered the room, hastily pulling on his slashed coat as he came.

"There's a fort in the rear of us--don't be frightened, Celia. I
think they must be firing at----"

His voice was drowned in the thunder of another gun; Celia made her
way to him, hid her face on his breast as the room shook again and
the plaster fell from the ceiling, filling the room with blinding
dust.

"Oh, Curt," she gasped, "this is dreadful. Philip cannot stay
here----"

"Better pull the sheets over his head," said her husband, meeting
Berkley's eyes with a ghost of a smile. "It won't last long; and
there are no rebel batteries that can reach Paigecourt." He kissed
her. "How are you feeling, dear? I'm trying to arrange for you to
go North on the first decent transport----"

"I want to stay with you, Curt," she pleaded, tightening her arms
around his neck. "Can't I stay as long as my husband and son are
here? I don't wish to go----"

"You can't stay," he said gently. "There is no immediate danger
here at Paigecourt, but the army is turning this landing into a
vast pest hole. It's deadly unhealthy. I wish you to go home just
as soon as I can secure transportation----"

"And let them burn Paigecourt? Who is there to look after----"

"We'll have to take such chances, Celia. The main thing is for you
to pack up and go home as soon as you possibly can. . . . I've got
to go out now. I'll try to come back to-night. The General
understands that it's your house, and that you are my wife; and
there's a guard placed and a Union flag hung out from the
gallery----"

She looked up quic