you are Allan Garland or not."

"I am sorry to put you to so much trouble, Mr. Raynes; but you will
remember that I was very much opposed to coming into your house at all;
that I was literally dragged in by yourself and your daughter."

"And you will also remember that I saved you from arrest, when you gave
your name as Allan Garland, of the Fourth Alabama. I think I have
imparted to you some very valuable information; and I intend to see what
use is to be made of it, before I take my eyes off you."

"You are very affectionate, Mr. Raynes; and, in behalf of the great
Southern Confederacy, I thank you for the zeal and loyalty which you have
displayed," replied Somers boldly; for it was plain that nothing but the
most brazen impudence could save him.

"You are a bold youth, and it is plain that you have brilliant talents; I
hope they have not been abused."

"They have been, and will continue to be, used in the service of my
suffering country."

"I like you, and I hope everything is all right about you; but I cannot
see your object in coming here under an assumed name."

"Then you have decided the case against me--have you?" said Somers,
glancing at the rival Allan.

"Perhaps I was a little too fast," added the old man, mortified to find
that his character for strict justice had been compromised by this hasty
avowal.

Sue was absent a long time; and it was clear that the photograph had been
mislaid. Somers was in hopes she would not be able to find it; though he
had but a meager expectation of over-throwing the claims of his rival to
the name of Allan Garland. It was a hot day, and the windows of the house
were all open. His legs seemed to promise the only satisfactory solution
of the problem; and while he was considering the propriety of jumping out
through one of the open windows, and trusting to them for safety, Sue
returned with the photograph.

"This looks more like you than the other; and more like you than it does
like the other gentleman," said Sue.

The rebel soldier took the card, and acknowledged that it was his
photograph; at the same time, he was compelled to allow that it was but
an indifferent likeness of himself. His hard service in the army had
changed his appearance much. Sue gazed at the picture, and at the
original, and her father did the same; but both of them were in doubt.

"There, sir! I have waited patiently for you to end this farce," said
Somers, in deep disgust apparently. "You ha