y one man, and she loved
him so. Surely this one man, sick and wounded, could do no harm. It was
cruel to shut him up in prison. Thus she reasoned to silence conscience,
but if her reasons had been ten times as weak, love would have won.

All through the day she was making preparations for Calhoun's departure.
Fortunately the young man who had been engaged to nurse Calhoun during the
night had been taken sick a couple of days before, and as Calhoun rested
well, another had not been engaged. Thus one of the greatest obstacles to
the carrying out of Joyce's plans was out of the way. She could easily
manage Miss Goodsen. Joyce's only confidant was the faithful Abe, who
obeyed her without question. In his eyes Missy Joyce could do nothing
wrong. He had been drilled by Joyce until he knew just what to do. He was
to go home, but as soon as it was dark, he was to return, being careful
not to be seen. After he was sure the household was asleep he was to
harness a span of horses, being careful to make no noise, and have a
carriage waiting in a grove a short distance back of the house. Here he
was to wait for further orders from Joyce. Being well acquainted with the
place, and Joyce promising to see that the barn and the carriage-house
were left unlocked, he would have no trouble in carrying out his
instructions.

Night came, and Joyce was in a fever of excitement. Would anything happen
to prevent her carrying out her plans? If she had known that Andrew Harmon
had hired a spy to watch the house she would have been in despair. But the
spy was to watch the window of Calhoun's room, and was concealed in a
corn-field opposite the house. If he had watched the back instead of the
front of the house, he would have seen some strange doings.

Margaret Goodsen was told that as Calhoun was so well, she could lie down
in an adjoining room. If he needed anything, he could ring a little bell
which stood on a table by his side. The nurse gladly availed herself of
the opportunity to sleep. When the nurse retired Joyce came into the room,
and speaking so that she could hear her, said, "Good night, Lieutenant
Pennington; I hope you will rest well." Then she whispered, "Here is the
Federal uniform. Have you strength to put it on?"

"Yes, but oh, Joyce--"

She made a swift gesture and pointed to the door of the nurse's room.

"Here is some money," she continued, in the same low whisper. "Now, don't
refuse it; you will need it."

"I had plenty