This was glory enough, and it took Tom forty-eight hours thoroughly to digest the contents of the envelope.
_Lieutenant Somers_! The words had a queer sound, and he could not realize that he was a commissioned officer.

But he came to a better understanding of the subject the next day, when a letter from Lilian Ashford was placed in his hands.

It was actually addressed to "Lieutenant Thomas Somers." She had read of his gallant conduct and of his promotion on the battle field in the newspapers.

She sent him two photographs of herself, and a sweet little letter, begging him to return the photograph which had been damaged by a rebel bullet.
Of course Tom complied with this natural request; but, as the surgeon thought his patient would improve faster at home than in the hospital, he had procured a furlough of thirty days for him, and the lieutenant decided to present the photograph in person..