his face was cleansed from the smoke and dust of battle his large,
dark eyes and magnificent black beard caught her attention. Later
on, when feeding a helpless man near him, he spoke to her and held
out a photograph. She took it and saw the features of a blond young
girl scarcely as old as herself.

"My little girl," said the officer simply. "See how she resembles
her mother. That's one reason why I so idolize her," and he handed
Miss Lou another picture, that of a sweet, motherly face, to which
the former likeness bore the resemblance of bud to blossom.

"We must try to get you well soon, so that you may go back to them,"
said Miss Lou cordially. "You are not seriously hurt, I hope?"

"No, I think not. I wanted you to see them so you can imagine how
they will look when I tell them about you. I don't need to be
reminded of my little Sadie, but I almost see her when you come
among us, and I think her blue eyes would have much the same
expression as yours. God bless you, for you are blessing those whom
you regard as your enemies. We don't look very hostile though, do
we?"

"It seems a terrible mistake that you should be here at all as
enemies," she replied. "I have been taught to dread your coming more
than if you were Indians. I never can understand why men who carry
such pictures as these next their heart can fight against us."

"Well, Miss Baron, you must try to believe that we would not have
left the dear originals of such pictures unless we had felt we must,
and there let the question rest. Our lives are sweet to us, although