d, "allow me
to introduce my friend Mr. Wentworth to you--Mr. Wentworth, Mr.
Ellington."

As the name of Wentworth escaped Harry's lips the Englishman started
and changed color, but quickly resuming his composure, he extended his
hand to Alfred.

"I am happy to make your acquaintance, sir," he observed, and then
continued, "your features resemble those of a gentleman I have not
seen for years--so much, indeed, that I could not repress a start as
my eyes fell upon your countenance."

"I was rather surprised at seeing you start," observed Harry, "for I
knew that you were not acquainted with my friend Mr. Wentworth. He was
a prisoner at Camp Douglas--the prison you have read so much
about--when you arrived in this country, and has only returned to the
Confederacy within the last few days."

"A mere resemblance to one whose intercourse with me was not fraught
with many pleasant recollections," remarked Mr. Ellington. "Indeed
your friend is so much like him, both in form and features, that I
really imagined that he was my old enemy standing before me!"

"A singular resemblance," said Alfred, "and one which I am rejoiced to
know only exists in form and features. And now," he continued, "allow
me to ask you a question."

Mr. Ellington bowed an assent.

"Were you ever in this country before?" asked Alfred.

"Yes," replied Mr. Ellington, "I visited America a few years ago, but
why do you ask?"

"Because your features are familiar to me," he answered, and then
enquired, "Were you ever in New Orleans."

"No, sir--no," replied Mr. Ellington, coloring as he spoke, "I was
always afraid of the climate."

"The reason of my asking you," observed Alfred, "is because you
resemble a gentleman with whom I was only very slightly acquainted,
but who, like the party you mistook me for, has done me an injury
which neither time nor explanation can repair, but," he added, "now I
recollect you cannot be the party to whom I refer, for he was a
Northern man, while you are an Englishman."

Before the Englishman could reply, a gentleman at the further end of
the room called him by name, and, bowing to the two friends, he
apologized for leaving them so abruptly, and walked off to where the
call came from.

As soon as he left them Alfred went up to the clerk's office and paid
his bill. The two friends then left the hotel and proceeded to Harry's
residence.

"Do you know, Harry," observed Alfred, as they walked along, "I have
an idea