Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1892-05-28

retreating friends Of the fact The feeling in
his favor grew and increased.
just as the first stragglers Of the late congre-
CATION began to rally on their way back the
young ladies had come from decorating Albert
Sutherland's supposed grave. Three Of them
screeched and ran. but the governors grand
daughter stood her ground and walked nearer
TO the ghost.
"And 10 you are not dead, after all?'' she said
her manner half testing and half in earnest. 81
am so glad. And she held out her white hand
And why should you be glad?" murmured
Albert you, who care nothing for mel!
"Oh, we all care for you" she replied. trying
to force back the tear pearls from the half-open
caskets of her eyes,
'.You who Tilted me-who scorned me-who
really sent me south"
But you found some one Won liked better
down there, she replied. stiIl pressing back the
pearls, land you married her.
Yes. L married her" replied the material
lied ghost sullenly, "and I'd do it again under
the same circumstances if she would have me.
She was hundred times better than Twas and the
ever knew"
This little outburst of half spite, half LOYALTY,
ahected the governors granddaughter differ
emily from what it would have a smaller nature,
She merely replied:
II don't blame you. Some of these southern
ladies are very good and winsome."
federate, "you went and became engaged to a
Boston dude because he had a few tea chests
of money"
This also pleased the New England beauty.
She did not bride, or say or imply that that
was her own affair. She answered simply and
half laughingly:
IF being proposed to ffty-two times by a
young man and refusing him ffty-three is be-
coming engaged to him. then YOU are right"
But what could do?" asked Albert, gloomily.
II had to have love! You would not give it to
me. She was a sweet, lovely woman. You re-
member, you always we're raving about the
book David COppeyfield.' She and l read il
together, and l called her my Agnes. had
told her about you've had nothing apart from
each other-and she called YOU my Dora
Only. she used to say, long before she died,
laughing YEARLY, for she was never very we'll
'fou married your Agnes Gas you mistakenly
call me) first II anything happens to me you
must go back and tell her that l don't believe
you ever understood her-that if 1 had known
her should have loved her and she would not
have dishked me-tell her"
The tear pearls were now having their own
way in the proud eyes Of the governors grand
daughter. "Have you her picture?" she inter-
rupted softly.
The young man produced it from next his
heart. The northern beauty bent over the
southern one. One glance told the quick
wltted and deep-heartcd girl that her innocent
and unconscious rival might some time in the
great future be one of her dearest friends She
kissed the picture passionately. Dear, dear
sister," she murmured. And then to Albert:
"She Is going home with me- You may come
Tor her tomorrow evening-if you wish. Now
you must talk with your parents-and your old
friends-all of whom are ready to greet you
kindly"
Everybody gathered around Arthur Suther-
land and wished him well; even the sun came
ont again and faluted him. 1t was the first
time that the village ever drew long breath
and realized that the war was over The band
gathered up their ghost-scattered instruments
and PLAYED Hail Columbia .'Dixie's Land
and 1.-THE Star Spangled Banner" all within
five minutes; but did not succeed in raising
any more of the dead. Margie, the
daughter of the regiment" recovered from
her fright and made close friends
with the reformed specter. Everybody seemed
happy, and with mingled feelings of joy and
sorrow. with thankfulness to heaven for SO
suddenly Strengthening the tangled threads of
his life, the confederate ghost went homeward
with his rejoicing father and mother, COM
mencing new life and a new career.