lied Calhoun, in a tone which the old gentleman did not
quite understand.

Just before Calhoun was ready to leave Indianapolis Bowman told him Morton
was to hold a reception, and asked him if he would not like to attend and
see the great War Governor.

Nothing would suit Calhoun better. He had a desire to see the man of whom
he had heard so much--a man who had the majority of his legislature against
him, yet held the state as in the hollow of his hand--a man who borrowed
hundreds of thousands of dollars in his own name, that the soldiers of his
state might be thoroughly equipped. He had overcome every difficulty, and
held his state firmly for the Union. Now, with thousands of the citizens
of the state secretly plotting against him, he moved serenely along the
path he had marked out. Urged to adopt the most severe measures, he knew
when, and when not, to make an arrest. He avoided angering his enemies
except when the public safety demanded it. His very name caused every
member of the Knights of the Golden Circle to tremble. Little did Calhoun
think that when he promised to attend the governor's reception that
Morton's detectives were already looking for him. The renewed activity of
the Knights had aroused the Governor's suspicions, and he was not long in
finding out the cause. To locate and arrest the Southern officer who was
causing the ferment, was his order to his detectives.

A large crowd attended the reception, and in such a gathering Calhoun felt
in no danger. He saw in Morton a thickset, heavy man with a massive head
and brain. He looked every inch the intellectual giant that he was.

"The grandest figure," thought Calhoun, "that I have seen in the North. He
is a man to beware of. No wonder the Knights stand in fear of him."

When Calhoun, passing along in the throng, took the Governor's hand,
Morton bent his piercing look upon him, and the question came as if shot
out of his mouth, "Where from, young man?"

The suddenness of the question threw Calhoun off his guard, and almost
involuntarily he answered, "From Kentucky."

"From Kentucky, eh! And how goes it down there?"

Calhoun was himself again. "Of course," he answered, "we are greatly
divided in that state, but all the powers of Jeff Davis cannot tear it
from the Union."

"Good, pass on," and the Governor turned to the next in line.

But a feeling as of impending danger took possession of Calhoun. Why that
question to him? He had heard it asked of n