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Jessie, grown to be a most beautiful girl of nearly sixteen, is still

a child in actions, and wild with delight at seeing her brother again,

throws her arms around his neck, telling, in almost the same breath,

how proud she is of him, how much she wished to go to him when she

heard he was wounded, how she wishes she was a boy, so she could

enlist, how nicely Flora is married and settled down at the cottage in

Honedale, and then asks if he knows aught of the rebel colonel to whom

just before the war broke out her mother was married, and whose home

was in Richmond.

Guy knows nothing of him, except that he is still doing what he deems

his duty in fighting for the Confederacy, but from exchanged

prisoners, who had come up from Richmond, he has heard of a beautiful

lady, an officer's wife, and as rumor said, a Northern woman, who

visited them in prison, speaking kind words of sympathy, and once

binding up a drummer boy's aching head with a handkerchief, which he

still retained, and on whose corner could be faintly traced the name

of "Agnes Remington."

Jessie's eyes are full of tears as she says: "Poor mamma, how glad I am I did not go to Virginia with her. It's

months since I heard from her direct. Of course it was she who was so

good to the drummer boy. She cannot be much of a rebel," and Jessie

glances triumphantly at Mrs. Noah, who, never having quite overcome

her dislike of Agnes, had sorely tried Jessie by declaring that her

mother "had found her level at last, and was just where she wanted to

be."

Good Mrs. Noah, the ancient man whose name she bore would as soon have

thought of leaving the Ark as she of turning a traitor to her country,

and when she heard of the riotous mob raised against the draft, she

talked seriously of going in person to New York "to give 'em a piece

of her mind," and for one whole day refused to speak to Flora's

husband, because he was a "dum dimocrat," and she presumed was opposed

to Lincoln. With the exception of Maddy, no one was more please to see

Guy than herself. He was her boy, the one she brought up, and with all

a mother's fervor she kissed his bronzed cheek, and told him how glad

she was to have him back.

With his boy on his sound arm, Guy disengaged himself from the noisy

group and went with Maddy to where the little lady, the child he had

never seen, was just beginning to show signs of resentment at being

left so long alone.