rse. He was under arrest and in confinement, facing such serious charges as neglect of duty, disobedience of orders, treason, cowardice! As to these last, he was so conscious of his loyalty

been sternly waved back by the general, and without being given a chance to learn anything about her condition he had been hurried to headquarters and heavily guarded in the room where he was to be held pending Beauregard's further pleas

ing those trying moments which had been so filled with action, but he had not had time, until in the quiet a

? That could not be, for if ever truth and sincerity shone in a woman's face and were evinced in a woman's actions, the

preserving his life? He had not been too agitated in the strong room of her house to realize as he held her that in some mysterious wa

had given him, the words that she had said. He was almo

l measure of womanly heroism and courage. She knew exactly what was involved in his failure to carry out his orders. How co

ter might be brought about? Was he to be shamed and sacrificed for Lacy's glory and honor by this woman? Perish the thought! Yet why had she fainted on the wharf? Wa

her past history. Was she faithful to the South, yet had she a-a-lover in the Union fleet? Was she indeed what he called her, a heartless coquette? He could have sworn from that brief m

Whether she loved Lacy, or some one in the Union fleet, made no difference to his love. He would love her till he died. Ay, he would lo

no defence. It was quite within the power of a court-martial to order him shot. And it was quite within the power of a court-martial to punish Fanny Glen, too, if he fastened the culpability for his failur

ong room, stopping at the windows to stare out into the dark in the

wer from the forts, and he knew that something had happened at any rate. And his suspense as to that added to his wretchedness. Lacy had supplanted him and reaped the glory-again. It was maddening. No one cam

oon before, she had recognized the fact-that she loved Sempland. Conviction had grown upon her swiftly, and in those moments when she was fearful that he would succ

ousness of her passion overwhelmed her. The recollection of it even filled her with passionate tenderness. She had not been afraid when he had threatened her with the

e so swiftly. She had no time to reflect at all. She had decided upon impulse, with but one thought at first-to save the Union ship. In her sudden alarm and anxiety she had not r

med. Her sacrifice was unavailing. She had lost everything. Sempland had shrunk away from her when she had confronted him and the general on the wharf, and when she

oward them? Coward! They would kill him perhaps. She had lost all-love, the ship, everything! Lacy, too, was gone. He had taken

d the flagship been blown up? Nothing was left to her. She would go to the general and tell the truth in th

Glen ... she had

ayed, and played the fool exceedin