rved in their demonstrations than
Captain Trevelyan, who calmly watched each successive step in the order
of preparation with a quiet reserve that to the uninitiated would appear
as void of feeling.

But the brave and handsome officer showed not the fathomless depths and
feelings of his true heart, which throbbed with a renewed emotion. With
a sense of utter loneliness he lamented the bitter misfortune which had
been his attendant since he had left the peaceful home of his
fatherland. Mary Douglas, his kind friend and companion, had been as a
gentle and loving sister to raise for a time his flagging spirits. Mr.
Howe had ever been at his side to show unceasing acts of kindness and
brighten those dark hours with a tender but inexpressive sympathy.
Captain Trevelyan could never forget the motives which actuated these,
still he did not exhibit any outward show of gratitude save by a firm
and passive confidence.

Knowing the true nature of such friendship, Mr. Howe would have
experienced deeper regret at parting were he not aware that he would
meet Captain Trevelyan early in the following year.

Left to the undisturbed quiet of his own thoughts, Captain Trevelyan
formed many plans regarding his future career. A work was steadily going
on within while he attended the duties devolving upon him in connection
with his military life.

It had always been the true aim of this soldier to discharge his labors
faithfully and with a desire to please. His genial nature and generous
heart gained the popularity of the entire regiment. Not only did he
treat his superior officers with profound respect but his inferiors as
well. Every subordinate officer and private loved to meet his friendly
smile. Every one vied in doing some act that would receive his
approbation. Truly did Colonel Creagh make the following remark to a
distinguished General, who was inspecting the troops: "If ever man were
born who possessed not a single enemy, I believe that man is Captain
Trevelyan."

"I believe you," returned the General, "goodness is stamped upon his
handsome face, but seldom is it so clearly defined as to insure such
general approval."

"Sometimes," added the Colonel, "I have doubts regarding the serious
intentions of our friend. It has been whispered that he begins to weary
of the service. I have not had sufficient reason to confirm the truth of
the statement, but I shall feel much dissatisfied if it prove correct.
Sir Howard Douglas always