care of your kind old father, while I shall be upon the battle-
field, fighting in your place."

"Do you then love me well enough to give your life for me?" cried
Charles Henry, with streaming eyes.

She shook her head slowly, thoughtfully. "I do not know if it be
love," said she. "I only feel that it must be done--there is no
other outlet but this to help us all. Let us speak no more about it-
-only tell me that you accept it."

"It is impossible, Anna Sophia."

"Only accept it, and all will be right."

"I cannot. It would be an everlasting shame to me."

She pressed her teeth tightly together--her eyes gleamed with anger.
"Hear me out," said she. "Go, or stay--whichever you do--I do not
remain here! I must away and seek my fortune. I have never been
happy, as yet--upon the battle-field I may be. I have nothing to
lose, and can therefore win all. Well, say! Am I to be a soldier in
your stead?"

"If you really wish it, I must yield," said he, sadly. "You say you
have nothing to lose, but I, I have you, and I cannot, will not lose
you. And as you would be angry with and leave me if I said 'No,' I
prefer saying 'Yes.'"

Anna Sophia gave a cry of delight, and, for the first time, gave