the windows, and touched hair and face and clothes with its
golden beams. Calhoun thought he had never seen a being so lovely; her
beauty was such as he fancied could be found only in the realms above, yet
she was mortal. He could not take his eyes from her. She turned her head,
and saw him gazing at her. Uttering a little exclamation of surprise, she
arose and came swiftly but noiselessly to his side.

"Who are you? Where am I?" Calhoun whispered, faintly.

"Hush! hush!" she said, in low, sweet tones, "you must not talk. You have
been sick--very sick. You are better now."

She gave him a cordial. He took it, and with a gentle sigh, closed his
eyes, and sank to sleep again. Before he was quite gone, it seemed to him
that soft, tremulous lips touched his forehead, and a tear-drop fell upon
his cheek. Its memory remained with him as a beautiful dream, and it was
long years before he knew it was not a dream.

Doctor Hopkins was delighted when he called in the evening and learned
that his patient had awaked with his fever gone, and in his right mind.
"All that he needs now," he said, "is careful nursing, and he will get
well. But mind, do not let him talk, and tell him nothing of what has
happened, until he gains a little strength."

From that time Calhoun gained slowly, but surely. When he became strong
enough to bear it, Joyce told him all that had happened. He could scarcely
realize that over a month had passed since he had been wounded.

"Then that stand of mine did not save Morgan," said Calhoun, sorrowfully.

"No, he was taken a few hours afterwards," answered Joyce. "He and his
officers are now in the penitentiary at Columbus."

Calhoun could hardly believe what he heard. "Then we are to be treated as
felons, are we?" he asked, bitterly.

"They are afraid he might escape from a military prison," replied Joyce.
"But the people are very bitter against him. Some are clamoring that he be
tried and executed."

"They will not dare do that," exclaimed Calhoun, excitedly.

"No, I do not think there is any danger that way," replied Joyce; "but
they want to keep him safe."

"Well they may, but Morgan will yet make them trouble. No prison will hold
him long."

"There, there, don't let us talk about it any more," said Joyce; "it will
worry you back into a fever."

"You have saved my life," said Calhoun, fervently. "How can I ever repay
you for what you have done?"

Joyce did not reply.

Calhoun lay silent for