Litchfield enquirer., 1863-11-26
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 "And BOW tell us eserJthins that has hap
 ened to you. IAurence7 Oh, Laurence, when I walked this morning it seemed all dream that you had come back to us again in vsry trnti.'
 The brozed, handsone young soldier. looked smiIingly down into the radiant face that nest led against his shoulder. and . serious shadow stole into kis eyes. rs.... .. .- 1 "I can tell you SybiL is came very neal being nothing mors than dream once or twice I have had mo.s hair breadth escapes than you know of, little sister. did not tell you, did l. tof that skirmish along the Potomac, where ] siood faee to face with death .sn ugly death toe at the point ofsebel bayonets, when some brave fellow charged down on 'em and saved my life with his own right hand."
 Who was il. Laur nee !" said old Silas with trembling lips and dilatsd eyes. " would give my best wheat field for chance to grasp that hand" . II don't know-I never came across him again. Probably he was in some of the other regiments. All that Iknow is that he bad fiery black eyes. and an old scar upon his fore head. shaped exactly like a Moorish crescent"
 And . straight nose. and heavy black moussache ?" interrupted his sister. s5s % "Exactly." 7-
 Father" said Sybil, turning round with sparkling eyes and crimson cheek, to where Silas Miller sat, the poor wandering soldier whom you turned from your door last night wus the man who saved our Laurenceis life.
 Silus rose up from his chair and .ook an un, easy turn across the room and back. his fea, lures working strangely. " 1t can't be helped now," he said in trenl- ulous voice, but it is the last soldier I'll ever send with empty hands from my door. The man who saved our Laurence's life. Oh. Syb- il! if Lad only listened to your words But she never spoke of the little lucky piece of gold. She fancied it might seem like os- tentaton, this sly, fastidious littlo wild flower of the hills.
 
 "My Sybil going to be married among the fine folks down i. Boston! Wcll, s'pose l might have expected it. and yet it does seem kind O hard." soliloquized silas Miller, drop |ping the happy, timid letter in h,s lap. and looking out through dim'ned spectacles upon the snowy. sun bright hills. " wonder who it is. should like to see the man that's go- ing to marry Sybii Miiler."
 Silas would have been proud man could he have bsheld his pretty daughter that sel'- same night in her white evening dress. with scarlet gsraniums lighting up her brown hair and glowing on her bosom. No wonder that Captain Leslie's face frightened with grave, quiet pride, Us he looked down on his fair be. trothed.
 Sit down here, dearest, in this quiet little music room." he said, with caressing authori- ty. l must have you all to myself for a while."
 She looked up with blushing smile, then down again.
 "Well?" he asked, as if she had spoken.
 Il was wondering. Allen-that scar on your fo:ehead?"
 "What of iti"
 Why, it is such singular shape-almost . half circle. never saw but one like it be- fore" -------7 -.-.----
 "Did not you And where was that ?"
 "A poor soldier passed our gate once with just such scar on his forehead, and"- She paused, for Allen Leslie had quietly ta- ken from some inner receptacle in his coat. 8 tiny piece Of gold with narrow blue ribbon passed through it. He held it smilingly up.
 " Do you know who gave this to me ?'
 '"G Gave it to you. Allen P
 "To me, a footsore. weary wanderer. who had missed his way among your tangled roads. You fancied me beggar-it was not 60. ] had money. friends, position yet. stood sorely in need of kind word just then, for my brain was throbbiGg, my limbs weary, my wounds scarce healed. That foot-march cost ma , uou-v favor Vat dr n,,t rourot if