country. Think of the service he rendered, to you and to all of
us! Think of his noble sacrifice, his death! Cherish his memory and be
proud that he loved you and that you loved him. Few women have done
more for the South than you, and there is still much to do. Work will
assuage your grief," continued the general, laying his hand tenderly
upon the bowed head. "You will always have the deathless memory of his
heroism."

"Oh!" cried the woman, throwing back her head, "you are wrong. You do
not know, you do not understand. I honored Major Lacy, I rejoiced in
his courage, but I did not love him. It is not he that I think of. It
is my father."

"Your father? What do you mean?"

"Admiral Vernon."

"What!"

"Yes, he is my father. My name is Fanny Glen Vernon."

"Good heavens! It cannot be possible."

"It is true. My mother was a Southern woman, one of the Glens of
Halifax--"

"I knew her!" exclaimed Beauregard.

"She died when I was a child, and I was brought up by her sister. My
father--I did not see much of him. He was a sailor, and after my
mother's death he sought constantly to be in active service. When the
war broke out he said he must stand by the old flag. I strove to
persuade him differently. It was horrible to me, to think that a son of
South Carolina, and my father, would fight against her. There was a
quarrel between us. I told my father I would not acknowledge him any
longer. I repudiated the Vernon name and came here and worked for the
South, as you know. When I learned yesterday that you were going to
blow up the _Wabash_--"

"But my dear child," interrupted the general, quickly, "we didn't blow
up the _Wabash_."

"But you said that Major Lacy had succeeded!" said the girl in great
bewilderment.

"He did. The _Wabash_ and _Housatonic_ exchanged places during the
night, and the latter was sunk. The _Wabash_ is all right. For your
sake, my dear Miss Fanny, I say thank God for the mistake."

"Then my father is safe?"

"He is. Some Yankees we captured this morning say that he is to be
relieved of his command and ordered North on a sick leave. He will no
longer be in danger from us, you see."

"Thank God, thank God!" cried the girl, and the relief in her voice and
face seemed to make another woman of her. "It was wrong, I know. It was
treason to the South--I love the South--but I strove to prevent--"

"Ah!" exclaimed Beauregard. "I have it now! Sempland--"

"Oh, sir!" cried the girl, "where i