But though I felt sure that Virginia must suffer, I never thought we could be beaten.

Yet now I am sitting here a pardoned rebel, and the poor Lees are driven away and their place is a grave-yard." Sybil became at once absorbed in the Lees and asked many questions, all which Carrington gladly answered.

He told her how he had admired and followed General Lee through the war.

"We thought he was to be our Washington, you know; and perhaps he had some such idea himself;" and then, when Sybil wanted to hear about the baffles and the fighting, he drew a rough map on the gravel path to show her how the two lines had run, only a few miles away; then he told her how he had carried his musket day after day over all this country, and where he had seen his battles.

Sybil had everything to learn; the story came to her with all the animation of real life, for here under her eyes were the graves of her own champions, and by her side was a rebel who had stood under our fire at Malvern Hill and at South Mountain, and who was telling her how men looked and what they thought in face of death.