lling. She looked into his eyes, and her own lashes fell
before the hopelessness there But he put out his fingers wasted by
illness, and she took them in her own.

He began slowly, as if every word cost him pain.

"Virginia, we were children together here. I cannot remember the time
when I did not love you, when I did not think of you as my wife. All I
did when we played together was to try to win your applause. That was my
nature I could not help it. Do you remember the day I climbed out on the
rotten branch of the big pear tree yonder to get you that pear--when
I fell on the roof of Alfred's cabin? I did not feel the pain. It was
because you kissed it and cried over me. You are crying now," he said
tenderly. "Don't, Jinny. It isn't to make you sad that I am saying this.

"I have had a great deal of time to think lately, Jinny, I was not
brought up seriously,--to be a man. I have been thinking of that day
just before you were eighteen, when you rode out here. How well I
remember it. It was a purple day. The grapes were purple, and a purple
haze was over there across the river. You had been cruel to me. You were
grown a woman then, and I was still nothing but a boy. Do you remember
the doe coming out of the forest, and how she ran screaming when I tried
to kiss you? You told me I was good for nothing. Please don't interrupt
me. It was true what you said, that I was wild and utterly useless,
I had never served or pleased any but myself,--and you. I had never
studied or worked, You were right when you told me I must learn
something,--do something,--become of some account in the world. I am
just as useless to day."

"Clarence, after what you have done for the South?"

He smiled with peculiar bitterness.

"What have I done for her?" he added. "Crossed the river and burned
houses. I could not build them again. Floated down the river on a log
after a few percussion caps. That did not save Vicksburg."

"And how many had the courage to do that?" she exclaimed.

"Pooh," he said, "courage! the whole South has it, Courage! If I did not
have that, I would send Sambo to my father's room for his ebony box and
blow my brains out. No, Jinny, I am nothing but a soldier of fortune.
I never possessed any quality but a wild spirit for adventure, to
shirk work. I wanted to go with Walker, you remember. I wanted to go to
Kansas. I wanted to distinguish myself," he added with a gesture. "But
that is all gone now, Jinny. I wanted to di