y a few pecks in each house.

A locomotive with a train of platform cars stood on the track and the
party soon were gliding swiftly to the village.

Jeanne's eyes brightened when she saw that the place contained a post and
telegraph office.

"Uncle Ben," she said timidly for none of the party were in good spirits.
The men were sullen and the women bewailing their fate at being obliged to
leave their belongings behind them.

"Uncle Ben," said Jeanne again as her uncle did not answer her.

"Well, what is it?" he asked ungraciously.

"Could I not telegraph to my father that we are coming? There is a
telegraph office here."

"What made you think that we were going to Dick's?" he asked after a broad
stare of amazement.

"Cherie told me," answered Jeanne her heart sinking at his expression.
"Aren't we going, dear uncle?"

"Well, I rather guess not," said Mr. Vance emphatically. "I think we've
had enough of the Yankees without going where they are. Enough to last
us a lifetime."

"Why did you tell me such a thing?" burst from Jeanne turning upon her
aunt with indignation.

"Because, my dear little Yankee, I wanted the pleasure of your company,
of course," replied Madame mockingly.

"That is not true," said Jeanne boldly. "You do not like me, Aunt
Clarisse," dropping the Cherie which she seldom afterward used.

"No? you want the truth then?" said the woman suddenly. "Because I hate
you for being a Yankee."

"But you did like me at first and I was a Yankee then," and the girl
shrank from the light in the other's eyes.

"Yes; for a time, but I soon tired of you. You were too independent, and
had views that were tiresome to me. I might have loved you had you yielded
your will to mine. But you would not. You, a mere girl, set your judgment
up against mine, although I granted your lightest wish. Then you told
that Yankee General that your uncle had given you all the property and he
seized it in your name. Think you that I would let you stay to enjoy
our property when we were driven from the city? Oh, I saw through your
artfulness! But you shall not have the property if that Beast does!"

"I did not want your property," replied Jeanne, her face becoming very
pale as she heard her aunt's words. "Why should I care for it? I want
only to go to my home. Please let me go back, Aunt Clarisse. I will beg
General Butler to let you have your property again and to send me home.
Truly, I do not want anything of yours. Let me