We know him," the Southern woman said bitterly.

"Before the war he was our overseer.

He was cruel to the negroes and my husband gave him a taste of his own discipline--with a riding whip!" "Ah, I see," Morrison nodded.

"But it is not always in an officer's power to control each individual in the service--especially at such a time.

Yet I assure you on the part of the Union--and mine--that there was no intention of attack." Mrs.Cary had chosen this moment in which to draw her visitor off the veranda and when she had successfully brought him to the foot of the steps she looked up in smiling sarcasm with another thrust.
"Oh! Then since your visit would seem a _social_ one--how may I serve you, sir ?" Morrison laughed lightly.