The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1902-03-23

the soldier directed us to Gen. Grants
headquarters for the day, lonely old
farmhouse on the brow of hill about
a quarter of a mile from the camp.
After some little delay a guard led
us in. / knew at once it was Grant
himself a thick-set man with a heavy
brown beard, in a faded blue uniform.
He was seated by a table in the middle
Of the room, while tall man with his
back toward the door stood scrutiniz-
ing some papers spread on the table
between them. Dorothy stepped into
the room and 1 followed her.
THE lady, SIR" the guard announced,
and Gen. Grant looked up, then rose
to his feet. The tall man turned, and
the light of recognition flashed into the
eyes of Jack Kellogg, my brother s
classmate and chum at West Point,
who had visited US the summer before
the war broke out When he saw
Dorothy his face flushed and he started
forward.
Dorothy" he exclaimed.
Dorothy's face was like chiseled
marble, and she greeted him with
cold bow, saying:
1--WE have met before, Capt. KEEL
logg" (Women have quick eyes. we
hadn't been in that room half min
ute, yet she had noticed the change
in his rank. Bowling courteously to
the older man, she said: Gen. Grant,
my brother is among your prisoners
of war taken at Shiloh. He was Sc
riously wounded, and may now be dy-
ing or dead"
1.-The letter you bring me is from an
old classmate a comrade of whom /
was very fond" the general said
kindly giving her an opportunity to
control her feelings.
MY uncle
Then you must give me the pleas
ure of shaking hands with you. Though
your uncle and l do not always agree
in our opinions, we are still friends,
and l shall be glad to serve mis- niece
in any way that lies in my power"
His cordial handshake and the sim
certify of his tone brought the color
back into Dorothy's cheeks, and stead
led her voice, as she thanked him, and
added:
Il wish permission for myself and
my younger brother. Richard, to see
our brother, Col. Fletcher" Then she
turned and introduced me.
l had all Southern boys dislike for
a blue uniform, but there was some
thing in Grants eyes and the manner
in which he extended his hand that
made me glad to take the latter. He
showed neither patronage nor sur
prise at my youth, but greeted me
simply as one gentleman might greet
another. AS he handed our pass to
Dorothy he said:
las you wish to see your brother
Immediately, Miss Fletcher, Capt. KEEL
logg will act as your guide"
We did not see Grant again during
the ten days that we worked for
Georges exchange. But on every WISH
TO the prison we met Jack Kellogg
He did all in his power to help us but
not once did Dorothy unbend or treat
him with anything but chilling court
esy. The night we took George away
Kellogg rode with us for several miles
They seemed to forget the difference
in their uniforms and to cling to each
other as they had done during theil
life at West Point There was to be
battle the next day and, though M
mention was made of it, we all knew
that Kellogg would be in the thick o.
the fight. Towards the last, he rode
ahead with Dorothy, and / droppe.
behind with the ambulance
will you go to Millview Dorothy?'
heard him ask, naming the plantation
where he had visited US
Yes" she answered. TT is mucl
cooler, and Georges wound will hea
much more quickly there than in Al,
gusta."