I'll try to come back to-night.

The General understands that it's your house, and that you are my wife; and there's a guard placed and a Union flag hung out from the gallery----" She looked up quickly; a pink flush stained her neck and forehead.
"I would not use that wicked flag to protect myse'f," she said quietly--"nor to save this house, either, Curt.

It's only fo' you and Phil that I care what happens to anything now----" "Then go North, you bad little rebel!" whispered her husband, drawing her into his arms.

"Paige and Marye have been deserted long enough; and you've seen sufficient of this war--plenty to last your lifetime----" "I saw Ailsa's house burn," she said slowly.
"Marye-mead.

When ?" "This mo'ning, Curt.