ly from the room.

Enna was beginning a sneering remark, but her father stopped her.

"Hush! we have been too hard on the lad; he was always slower than Art
about making up his mind, and I've no doubt will turn out all right in the
end."

Soon after breakfast the father and mother had a private talk on the
subject, and agreed to try coaxing and entreaties.

"Wal always had a warm heart," remarked Mr. Dinsmore finally, "and I dare
say can be reached more readily through that."

"Yes, he was your favorite always, while you have been very hard upon poor
Arthur's youthful follies; but you see now which is the more worthy of the
two."

Mr. Dinsmore shook his head. "Not yet, wife; 'tisn't always the braggart
that turns out bravest in time of trial."

"Yes, we shall see," she answered, with a slight toss of her haughty head.
"I trust no son of _mine_ will prove himself so cowardly as to run away
from his country in her time of need, on whatever pretext."

And having winged this shaft, perceiving with pleasure that her husband
winced slightly under it, she sailed from the room, ascending the
stairway, and presently paused before the door of Walter's dressing-room.
It was slightly ajar; and pushing it gently open she entered without
knocking.

He stood leaning against the mantel, his tall erect figure, the perfection
of manly grace, his eyes fixed thoughtfully upon the carpet, and his fine,
open, expressive countenance full of a noble sadness.

There was something of motherly pride in the glance that met his as he
looked up at the sound of Mrs. Dinsmore's step. Starting forward, he
gallantly handed her to a seat: then stood respectfully waiting for what
she had to say.

"Walter, my dear boy," she began; "your father and I think we were all a
trifle hard on you this morning."

He colored slightly but made no remark, and she went on. "Of course we
can't believe it possible that a son of ours will ever show himself a
coward; but it is very trying to us, very mortifying, to have you holding
back in this way till all our neighbors and friends begin to hint that you
are disloyal to your native State, and look scornful and contemptuous at
the very mention of your name."

Walter took a turn or two across the room, and coming back to her side,
"Mother," said he, "you know it is my nature to be slow in deciding any
matter of importance, and this is the weightiest one that ever I had to
consider. Men much older and wiser th