It seemed to me I heard the voice of youth and life beyond, and that youth was blotted out behind me in the blue Virginia hills.
I inquired for Colonel Meriwether about my hotel in the city, but was unable to get definite word regarding his whereabouts, although the impression was that he was somewhere in the farther West.

This made it necessary for me to ride at once to Jefferson Barracks.

I had at least one acquaintance there, Captain Martin Stevenson of the Sixth Cavalry, a Maryland man whom we formerly met frequently when he was paying suit to Kitty Dillingham, of the Shenandoah country.

After their marriage they had been stationed practically all of the time in Western posts.
I made my compliments at Number 16 of Officers' Row, their present quarters at Jefferson.

I found Kitty quite as she had been in her youth at home, as careless and wild, as disorderly and as full of good-heartedness.