o town--alone. She
was in high spirits and her head was lifted proudly. Dan's boast had
come true. Kirby Smith had risen swiftly from Tennessee, had struck the
Federal Army on the edge of the Bluegrass the day before and sent it
helter-skelter to the four winds. Only that morning she had seen a
regiment of the hated Yankees move along the turnpike in flight for the
Ohio. It was the Fourth Ohio Cavalry, and Harry and one whose name
never passed her lips were among those dusty cavalrymen; but she was
glad, and she ran down o the stile and, from the fence, waved the Stars
and Bars at them as they passed--which was very foolish, but which
brought her deep content. Now the rebels did hold Lexington. Morgan's
Men were coming that day and she was going into town to see Dan and
Colonel Hunt and General Morgan and be fearlessly happy and triumphant.
At the Major's gate, whom should she see coming out but the dear old
fellow himself, and, when he got off his horse and came to her, she
leaned forward and kissed him, because he looked so thin and pale from
confinement, and because she was so glad to see him. Morgan's Men were
really coming, that very day, the Major said, and he told her much
thrilling news. Jackson had obliterated Pope at the second battle of
Manassas. Eleven thousand prisoners had been taken at Harper's Ferry
and Lee had gone on into Maryland on the flank of Washington. Recruits
were coming into the Confederacy by the thousands. Bragg had fifty-five
thousand men and an impregnable stronghold in front of Buell, who had
but few men more--not enough to count a minute, the Major said.

"Lee has routed 'em out of Virginia," cried the old fellow, "and Buell
is doomed. I tell you, little girl, the fight is almost won."

Jerome Conners rode to the gate and called to the Major in a tone that
arrested the girl's attention. She hated that man and she had noted a
queer change in his bearing since the war began. She looked for a flash
of anger from the Major, but none came, and she began to wonder what
hold the overseer could have on his old master.

She drove on, puzzled, wondering, and disturbed; but her cheeks were
flushed--the South was going to win, the Yankees were gone, and she
must get to town in time to see the triumphant coming of Morgan's Men.
They were coming in when she reached the Yankee head-quarters, which,
she saw, had changed flags--thank God--coming proudly in, amid the
waving of the Stars and Bars and fre