e uniform of flannel with two
stars of a major-general upon his shoulders. His face was impassive but
there was the faintest gleam of satisfaction in his cold gray eyes.

"'Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord,
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on!'"

sang a low voice beside them. "Children, this is a glorious day." Mr.
Huntsworth's voice was tremulous with emotion and his eyes were misty. "It
is a sad spectacle to see brave men humiliated and humbled, but aside
from my sympathy for the Southerners it makes my old heart beat with joy
to be under the Stars and Stripes once more. Let us greet the General."

He stepped forward briskly. General Grant stopped his horse as they
approached.

"We want to give you welcome, sir," said Mr. Huntsworth extending his
hand. "We are Unionists released only by your successful siege from
'durance vile.' Welcome, sir, welcome!"

"You must have found our shells pretty warm," said Grant shaking his
hands. "How did you live?"

"Sir," replied the old gentleman whimsically, "you made us like the
Southerners' favorite bread: dodgers."

Grant smiled, and then asked. "And are these Federals too?"

"One is a soldier, the other a--what shall I call you, Jeanne? A blockade
runner or what?"

"I am a Union girl," said Jeanne smiling into the gray eyes above her.
"A Union girl longing for home."

"Where is your home?" asked Grant. "Suppose you three come along with me
and tell me the whole story."

They did as he requested. The man of iron will heard them silently. Then
he spoke.

"Get your dispatches ready," he said. "I will send them with mine to
Washington and then have them forwarded. You will take your sister home of
course."

"I ought to get back to my regiment as quick as I can, sir."

"Nonsense! I will write your General concerning it. If you have been in
ever since the war opened it's high time you had a furlough. I will stand
responsible. You shall all start to-morrow."

It was a sad leave taking for Bob and Jeanne.

"I will see you again," said Jeanne tearfully as she told Bob good-bye.
"Something tells me that we will meet again. And when the war is over,
Bob, we will have fine times together. Where do you go from here?"

"To Richmond," answered Bob drearily. "You're not leaving us much
territory, Jeanne. We are