In the years since we last saw her she had grown from an awkward girl into a lovely woman.

Thick waves of dark hair, disarranged with much tossing on her pillow, fell upon her shoulders and straggled over the lace upon her bosom.

The face they framed was pale in the starlight, but the lips were red, and the black eyes feverishly bright.
"Father," she went on, "I have something I must tell you." Then, as he continued to regard her with displeasure, she broke off, and put the question that of all her trouble was uppermost.
"What has become of Tristram ?" "He has gone to make the campaign against the French.

He was enlisted to-day.

It was--unexpected," her father answered slowly, with his eyes fixed on hers.
"He went unwillingly," she said, speaking in a quick whisper; "he was dragged off--trepanned! Simeon told me about it, and besides, I know--" "What do you know ?" "I know he never went willingly.