er teeth tightly together--her eyes gleamed with anger.
"Hear me out," said she. "Go, or stay--whichever you do--I do not remain
here! I must away and seek my fortune. I have never been happy, as
yet--upon the battle-field I may be. I have nothing to lose, and can
therefore win all. Well, say! Am I to be a soldier in your stead?"

"If you really wish it, I must yield," said he, sadly. "You say you have
nothing to lose, but I, I have you, and I cannot, will not lose you. And
as you would be angry with and leave me if I said 'No,' I prefer saying
'Yes.'"

Anna Sophia gave a cry of delight, and, for the first time, gave Charles
Henry a willing kiss. "Many, many thanks, Charles Henry," said she. "Now
we will all be happy."

Charles Henry sighed. He could not bring himself to trust in Anna's
prophecy.

"And now," said she, eagerly, "how shall we go about it?"

CHAPTER IV. FAREWELL TO THE VILLAGE.

In the course of the day, Charles Henry accompanied the other boys to
the village, where an officer was to call out the names of those
who were drafted. As his name was called out, he did not change
countenance--he remained as gay and cheerful as before, while the other
boys were gazing sadly, thoughtfully before them. Then the officer
handed each of them a ticket upon which their names were printed, and
ordered them to go immediately to the nearest city, Cleve, and receive
their uniforms. Charles Henry requested a day's leave, as he had various
preparations to make for his father, to whom he wished to will the
little property he had inherited from his mother. The officer granted
him one day. Charles Henry left the house gayly, but instead of turning
his steps toward the little hut inhabited by his father, he took the
path leading to the old school-house, where his bride lived.

She stood at her door waiting for him. "Well," said she, hastily, "is
all right?"

"Yes," said he, sadly, "I am drafted."

She grasped the printed ticket from his hand and hid it in her bosom.
"Now," said she, "you have but to bring me a decent suit of clothes."

"My Sunday suit, Anna," said he, smiling. "It is new; I intended to be
married in it."

"I shall not hurt it," said she. "There is a merchant at Cleve, whom I
know to be good and honest--I will leave the clothes with him, and next
Sunday you can walk to the city for them."

"You will not even keep them to remember me by?"

"It is impossible for me ever to forget you, Charles