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"Good-bye, Smith." I have never liked my last name, but at that moment the boys contrived to put a kindness of tone into it which made it

"We can see him yet if you--"

In the vocabulary of a prig, but in the wrath of a fishwoman, I execrated Scott Gholson; his jealousies, his disclosures, his religion, his mispronunciations; and Ned Ferry--that cockerel! Here was I in the barrel, and able only to squeal in irate terror at whoever looked down upon me. I could have crawled under a log and died. At the door of the Major's tent I paused to learn and joy of one to whom comes reprieve when the rope is on his neck, I overheard Harry Helm, the General's nephew and aide de-camp, who had been with us, telling what a howling good joke Smith had just got off on Gholson!

"Mis-ter Smith! you wrote that?--to-day! Wh'--who is she?"

I laughed a gay disdain. "Who is Lucius; is he Charlotte's husband?"

"She ain't awa-ay."

"We'll call it yours now," he replied. "Kendall picked it up, but he has no need of it."

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