Vol." I started,
and was about telling her where he was, when I was stopped by seeing
the deathly pallor of her face.
She said, scarcely above a whisper:
"Is he living?"
I said I was only about to tell her I felt sure I could hear of him,
as I knew many of that regiment. I felt that I must not tell her then.
I must find out more of her first.
She looked disappointed, and said:
"I heard that regiment was in the last battle. Have you seen any since
that time? I am deeply interested in that soldier; he was my only
brother's most intimate friend."
I told her I should go the next day, probably, to the "Douglas," and
if I had any tidings I would let her know. And so I left her, anxious
to be alone, to think over and plan about this new development in
Ashton's history. Who was she? Could she be his lost love? Impossible!
This nurse in a Union hospital! No, never! She must be down in her
Southern home. What should I do? Go tell Ashton? No, that would not do
yet. So I worried about it, and at last I decided I would sleep on it,
and my mind would be clearer for action in the morning.
I could not divert my mind from the idea that it must be the girl
whose name I had never heard.
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