10/18 I looked for your name in the columns of 'wounded' and 'missing,' and read it at last in the list of 'killed.'" "For the sake of old times, I trust you were a little sorry to so read it," he said, sadly, for the tone hurt him. Who, indeed, of your friends would not be ?" "Who, indeed ?" he repeated: "I am afraid the one whose regret I should most desire would sorrow the least." "It is very like," she answered, with seeming carelessness,--"disappointment is the rule of life." This would not do. He was getting upon dangerous ground. He would change the theme, and prevent any farther speech till he was better master of it. |