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Love In Two Wars

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Day
26
Month
August
Year
1898
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Public Domain
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"Wel!, now!" said Lieutenant Colonel Bascóme, standing with one hand on his hip in front of the regimental headquarters tent. "Well, now! This thing is getting more and more to be a sort of resnrrection of the dead and the life of the world to come. " Here an orderly arrived, keeping step in very creditable style with a tall, rather slim, light haired youth for whom Lieutenant Colonel Bascóme had sent, whose square jaws had only just begun to take on the brown of a first week in camp. Both the enlisted men saluted. "Lee Shepherd, sir; Company F. " "H'in! I thought it was something else. Lee Shepherd!" Lieutenant Colonel Bascóme ruminated. Nelly looked at her father with a decidedly quizzical veiling of her pretty eyebrows, as if to ask why it should be funny that a yonng man enlisted in the local regiment of the national guard lived in that neighborhood. "I suppose I haven 't seen you bef ore, eh?" her father went on, still addressing Shepberd. "You belong to Company F. Howlong have you been in the regiment?" "Two years, sir." "Well, I haven't seen much of Company F, have I? That's so. Are most of them as fine fellows as you, eh?" Shepherd blushed to the tips of his ears, and the orderly grinned. The einbarrassed yonng man had no words for a reply. ' ' Well, that'a all. Thank you, ' ' said the commanding officer. And the two enlisted men saluted and went their several ways. "What made you do that, papa?" Nelly asked as soon as they were ont of hearing. "What? Ask that youngster his name? I don 't know, my child, exactly. I had some sort of notiou that I had seen his face bef ore. But - Lee Shepherd - I never knew anybody of the name of Shepherd - Shepherd. His face and his whole look are certainly familiar to me. But I am getting old, daughter. That's the whole of it. " The girl'strim blue serge was seen to move leisurely down the line of tents and disappear around the corner. Nelly Bascóme had taken au idea into her head, and the idea was taking her for a walk. She took the turning which she thought would lead her to the quarters of Compauy F, and she wasvery nearly right in her guess. She was looking for Lee Shepherd and was soou face to face with him. Lee smiled at the girl with an expression of perfect understanding. She was a little surprised that heshowed no surprise at her visit. "Mr. Shepherd," she said, "I don't know whether I ought to apologize for troubling you" - "You ought not, Miss Bascóme," said Lee. "There is no cali for an apology - hardly even for an explanation. " "Oh!" "No. I know what you want to ask me." "You do?" said Nelly, in some surprise. "You want to know if I know why the lieutenant colonel called me back just ïiow. He doesn't kuow any one of the uame of Shepherd, does he?" "No, he doesn't. Why did he cali you back? Why did heask your name?" "Well, Miss Bascóme, if you ask me, and if you promise not to spoil my plan" - "What plan?" "My plan is to see whether your father's memory will go on troubliug him about me until he finds out. Will you promise not to teil him until I give you leave?" "I promise," said Nelly, delighted at being able to solve the mystery so soon. "Well, then, here's the whole thing in a nutshell. I'm very like my grandfather. Everybody tells me that. Then, you see, this hat, I suppose, brings out the likeness. They used to wear hats like these, you know. ' ' " Who used to ?" said Nelly. "Who was your grandfather?" "Why, my grandfather was a Johnny Reb. Both my grandfathers were. But your father is thinking about my mother's father, old General Goodlowe. ' ' "Oh, that's it, is it? I remember now. " "Ever hear the lieutenant colonel speak of the time he was a prisoner of war on parole in North Carolina?" "Of course I have, and Colonel Goodlowe had him there at the old place. ' ' "That's right, and my mother used to play cribbage with him when he couldn't walk on account of his sprained knee. Did he ever teil you that?" Nelly shook ber head, smiling. "But is your mother still living?" she asked. "I should so much like to meet her." "Yes, " said Lee. "She would like to meet you. " "How do you know?" "Well,to be quite candid about it, I've tieen disobeying orders from home. I came north three years ago to go into the cotton spinning business. Then I joined the regiment, Company F. But I never wrote your father's name home until we were called out for tb is war. As soon as I told ruother - she still lives on the old place - who the lieutenaut colonel was, she wrote back. Here, I've got her letter in my pocket. She says : 'You are going to serve under a Yank who was yoúr grandfather's prisoner of war in 1863. Thank God that it can be so. ' Then she tells me a perfect little romance and wants me to go and introduce myself . ' ' "Why didn'tyon?" "It isn'tgood discipline for an enlisted man, you know. ' ' "I think it's lovely. Oome to tea tomorrow afternoon, will you?" "How about military discipline, Miss Bascóme?" "Obeymy orders, " said Nelly severely. And with that she marched away. But she said not one word to her father about her discovery, although she knew what was puzzling hini when he sat pulling his mustache in the tent after evening parade. Next afternoon, as Nelly and one or two girl friends whom she had invited out to camp were arranging things for her afteriioon tea, the lientenant colonel 's daughter remarked to her father, "Dad, I've invited only one man to tea this afternoon - an enlisted man." "The deuce you have!" "Just so. Private Lee Shepherd, Company F." "That lad I spoke to yesterday?" "The same." And just at that moment the orderly reported Private Shepherd, Company F. "I'm here by order, sir, " said Lee, saluting. The lientenant colonel looked hard at the enlisted man for a moment or two, and then burst out: "By jingo! It was no hallucination after all. Didn't you teil me you lived in this state?" "Yes, sir. But you didn't ask me where I was born. I'm from North Carolina, and they say I look very much like my grandfather, General Goodlowe." But Nelly didn't hint to her father that she knew anything of his civil war romance until a week later, when the regiment was on the eve of its departure for the front. Then she said, taking his arm affectionately: "Dad, I'm glad you married my mamma! I'm glad you didn't marry General Goodlowe's daughter." "Tut, tn-, child! What are you talking about?" "Well, you know, all that cribbage and all might have ended inthatway. " She was laughiug, as the lieutenant colonel thought, very impertinently. Then she went on: "I mean it would - it's better that Lee Shepherd isn't my brother. I mean to say if he were I should have both a father and a brother leaving me to go and fight those Spaniards. That would be quite too much." But the fact that Lee Shepherd was not her brother did not seem to alleviate Nelly's sadness in the least degree when the regiment started for the front next morning. The end of the story, in fact, cannot be told until the present war ends and

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