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It was during these early days in September, while the illustrious

General-in-Chief was meditating concluding the war by the assault of

the city of Mexico, that Colonel Le Noir also resolved to bring his own

private feud to an end, and ruin his enemy by a coup-de-diable.

He had an efficient tool for his purpose in the Captain of the company

to which Traverse Rocke belonged. This man, Captain Zuten, was a vulgar

upstart thrown into his command by the turbulence of war, as the scum

is cast up to the surface by the boiling of the cauldron.

He hated Traverse Rocke, for no conceivable reason, unless it was that

the young private was a perfect contrast to himself, in the possession

of a handsome person, a well cultivated mind, and a gentlemanly

deportment--cause sufficient for the antagonism of a mean and vulgar

nature.

Colonel Le Noir was not slow to see and to take advantage of this

hatred.

And Captain Zuten became the willing coadjutor and instrument of his

vengeance. Between them they concocted a plot to bring the unfortunate

young man to an ignominious death.

One morning, about the first of September, Major Greyson, in going his

rounds, came upon Traverse, standing sentry near one of the outposts.

The aspect of the young private was so pale, haggard and despairing

that his friend immediately stopped and exclaimed: "Why Traverse, how ill you look! More fitted for the sick list than the

sentry's duties. What the deuce is the matter?"

The young soldier touched his hat to his superior and answered sadly,

"I am ill, ill in body and mind, sir."

"Pooh!--leave off etiquette when we are alone, Traverse, and call me

Herbert, as usual. Heaven knows, I shall be glad when all this is over

and we fall back into our relative civil positions towards each other.

But what is the matter now, Traverse? Some of Le Noir's villainy again,

of course."

"Of course. But I did not mean to complain, Herbert; that were

childish. I must endure this slavery, these insults and persecutions

patiently, since I have brought them upon myself."

"Take comfort, Traverse. The war is drawing to a close. Either this

armistice will end in a permanent peace, or when hostilities are

renewed our General will carry the city of Mexico by storm, and dictate

the terms of a treaty from the grand square of the capital. In either

event the war will soon be over, the troops disbanded, and the

volunteers free to go about their business, and Doctor Traverse Rocke

at liberty to pursue his legitimate profession," said Herbert,

cheerfully.