Tell me, is any one after me!" Adah nodded; while, like a frightened child, the tall man clung to her neck, saying, piteously: "Don't give me up! Don't tell; they would hang me, perhaps!" "They ought to do so," trembled on Adah's lips, but she suppressed the words, and went on bandaging up the ankle, and handling it as carefully as if it had not belonged to a deserter.
He did not feel pain now in his anxiety, as he asked: "Who is it, Adah?
who's after me ?" but he started when she replied, with downcast eyes and a flush upon her cheek: "Major Irving Stanley.

You were in his regiment, the -- --th New York Volunteers." Dr.Richards drew a relieved breath.

"I'd rather it were he than Captain Worthington, who hates me so cordially.

Adah, you must hide me; I have so much to tell.

I know your parents, your brother, your husband; and I am he.