hospital down
town. Mr. Hopper has resigned the superintendency of his Sunday School,
it is true, but he is still a pillar of the church.

The young officer leans against the bar, and listens to stories by
Mr. Ford, which it behooves no church members to hear. He smokes Mr.
Hopper's cigar and drinks his whiskey. And Eliphalet understands that
the good Lord put some fools into the world in order to give the smart
people a chance to practise their talents. Mr. Hopper neither drinks nor
smokes, but he uses the spittoon with more freedom in this atmosphere.

When at length the Captain has marched out, with a conscious but manly
air, Mr. Hopper turns to Ford--"Don't lose no time in presenting them
vouchers at headquarters," says he. "Money is worth something now. And
there's grumbling about this Department in the Eastern papers, If we
have an investigation, we'll whistle. How much to-day?"

"Three thousand," says Mr. Ford. He tosses off a pony of Bourbon, but
his face is not a delight to look upon, "Hopper, you'll be a d--d rich
man some day."

"I cal'late to."

"I do the dirty work. And because I ain't got no capital, I only get
four per cent."

"Don't one-twenty a day suit you?"

"You get blasted near a thousand. And you've got horse contracts, and
blanket contracts besides. I know you. What's to prevent my goin' south
when the vouchers is cashed?" he cried. "Ain't it possible?"

"I presume likely," said Mr. Hopper, quietly. "Then your mother'll have
to move out of her little place."

CHAPTER II. NEWS FROM CLARENCE

The epithet aristocrat may become odious and fatal on the banks of the
Mississippi as it was on the banks of the Seine. Let no man deceive
himself! These are fearful times. Thousands of our population, by the
sudden stoppage of business, are thrown out of employment. When gaunt
famine intrudes upon their household, it is but natural that they should
inquire the cause. Hunger began the French Revolution.

Virginia did not read this editorial, because it appeared in that
abhorred organ of the Mudsills, the 'Missouri Democrat.' The wheels of
fortune were turning rapidly that first hot summer of the war time. Let
us be thankful that our flesh and blood are incapable of the fury of
the guillotine. But when we think calmly of those days, can we escape
without a little pity for the aristocrats? Do you think that many of
them did not know hunger and want long before that cruel war was over?

How br