he would cross a little stretch of grass to the parsonage, the large
and solid house, where the Presbyterian minister, Dr. Graham, lived, and
where Jackson, with his family, who had joined him, now made his home in
this month of waiting.

It was here that Harry came one evening late in February. It had been
raining as usual, and he wore one of the long Union overcoats captured
at Bath, blue then but a faded grayish brown now. However, the gray
Confederate uniform beneath it was neat and looked fresh. Harry was
always careful about his clothing, and the example of St. Clair inspired
him to greater efforts. Besides, there was a society in Winchester,
including many handsome young women of the old Virginia families, and
even a budding youth who was yet too young for serious sentimentalism,
could not ignore its existence.

It was twilight and the cold rain was still coming down steadily, as
Harry walked across the grass, and looked out of the wet dusk at the
manse. Lights were shining from every window, and there was warmth
around his heart. The closer association of many weeks with Jackson
had not only increased his admiration, but also had given the general a
great place in the affection that a youth often feels for an older man
whom he deems a genius or a hero.

Harry walked upon a little portico, and taking off the overcoat shook
out the rain drops. Then he hung it on a hook against the wall of the
house. The door was open six inches or so, and a ribbon of brilliant
light from within fell across the floor of the portico.

Harry looked at the light and smiled. He was young and he loved gayety.
He smiled again when he heard within the sound of laughter. Then he
pushed the door farther open and entered. Now the laughter rose to a
shout, and it was accompanied by the sound of footsteps. A man, thick
of hair and beard, was running down a stairway. Perched high upon his
shoulders was a child of three or four years, with both hands planted
firmly in the thick hair. The small feet crossed over the man's neck
kicked upon his chest, but he seemed to enjoy the sport as much as the
child did.

Harry paused and stood at attention until the man saw him. Then he
saluted respectfully and said to General Jackson:

"I wish to report to you, sir, that I delivered the order to General
Garnett, as you directed, and here, sir, is his reply."

He handed a note to the general, who read it, thrust it into his pocket,
and said:

"Tha