The conversation was here interrupted by the appearance of two waiters, one carrying a waiter filled with different descriptions of food, and the other a small basket containing six bottles of champagne.  After setting them on a table, Horace inquired what the charges were.

“Twelve dollars, sah,” was the reply.

Horace took out his pocket book, and throwing the man a twenty dollar gold piece, told him to pay for the breakfast and champagne, and purchase cigars with the remainder.

The negroes having left, Horace Awtry and his friend proceeded to discuss their breakfast and champagne.  After eating for a few minutes in silence, Horace suddenly said: 

“Charlie, what do you think of this war?”

“My opinion is, that the South has got in a pretty bad dilemma,” replied that gentleman.

“That is identically my impression, but for heaven’s sake do not let any one hear you say so.  The people are half crazed with excitement, and the slightest word in favor of the North may lay you at the mercy of an infuriated mob.”

“What do you intend doing, now the ports are blockaded, and no one can leave the country?” asked his friend.

“Why, remain here and pretend all the friendship possible for the South.  Maybe I will get a contract or two, which will further the design of covering my opinions on this contest.”

“Such was my idea, but I am afraid that the secesh government will issue their cotton bonds until all the gold is driven from the States, and then we will have nothing but their worthless paper money,” replied Bell.

“I have thought of that, and made up my mind to convert all the property I have here into gold at once, which will give me between sixty and seventy thousand dollars, and as fast as I make any of the bonds from contracts, I will sell them for whatever gold they will bring.”

“That’s a capital idea, my dear follow,” said Bell, rising from his chair and slapping Awtry on the shoulder; “I think I shall follow your plan.”

The cigars having been brought in, after a few minutes of unimportant conversation, Charles Bell left his friend, with the arrangement to meet at the Varieties theatre in the evening, and Horace Awtry, divesting himself of his clothing, retired to sleep until the evening should come.

CHAPTER FOURTH.

A politic stroke—­the telegraphic dispatch.

June and half of July had sped swiftly away.  The great battle, which everybody daily expected, had been fought, and the Yankee army ignominiously defeated.  As every one of our readers are well acquainted with this battle, I shall not go into any details; enough; as history will tell, to know that it resulted in a glorious victory to the Confederate army, and covered the gallant Southerners with honor.