XL. The License, The Dagger
XLI. For an Emergency
XLII. "Victory! I Heard it as PI'--"
XLIII. That Sabbath at Shiloh
XLIV. "They Were all Four Together"
XLV. Steve--Maxime--Charlie--
XLVI. The School of Suspense
XLVII. From the Burial Squad
XLVIII. Farragut
XLIX. A City in Terror
L. Anna Amazes Herself
LI. The Callender Horses Enlist
LII. Here They Come
LIII. Ships, Shells, and Letters
LIV. Same April Day Twice
LV. In Darkest Dixie and Out
LVI. Between the Millstones
LVII. Gates of Hell and Glory
LVIII. Arachne
LIX. In a Labyrinth
LX. Hilary's Ghost
LXI. The Flag-of-Truce Boat
LXII. Farewell, Jane!
LXIII. The Iron-clad Oath
LXIV. "Now, Mr. Brick-Mason--"
LXV. Flora's Last Throw
LXVI. "When I Hands in My Checks"
LXVII. Mobile
LXVIII. By the Dawn's Early Light
LXIX. Southern Cross and Northern Star
LXX. Gains and Losses
LXXI. Soldiers of Peace

ILLUSTRATIONS

"If any one alive," he cried, "knows any cause why this thing should not
be"

Anna

"'Tis good-by, Kincaid's Battery"

And the next instant she was in his arms

"No! not under this roof--nor in sight of _these things_."

"You 'ave no ri-ight to leave me! _Ah, you shall not_!"

She dropped into a seat, staring like one demented.

Kincaid's Battery

I

CARROLLTON GARDENS

For the scene of this narrative please take into mind a wide
quarter-circle of country, such as any of the pretty women we are to
know in it might have covered on the map with her half-opened fan.

Let its northernmost corner be Vicksburg, the famous, on the
Mississippi. Let the easternmost be Mobile, and let the most southerly
and by far the most important, that pivotal corner of the fan from which
all its folds radiate and where the whole pictured thing opens and
shuts, be New Orleans. Then let the grave moment that gently ushers us
in be a long-ago afternoon in the Louisiana Delta.

Throughout that land of water and sky the willow clumps dotting the
bosom of every sea-marsh and fringing every rush-rimmed lake were yellow
and green in the full flush of a new year, the war year, 'Sixty-one.

Though rife with warm sunlight, the moist air gave distance and poetic
charm to the nearest and humblest things. At the edges of the great
timbered swamps thickets of young winter-bare cypresses were budding yet
more vividly than the willows, while in t