to influence her kindred, and that if she revealed her purpose to appeal to the clergyman, they might so prejudice his mind against her that he would not listen favorably.  Fearing that this might be the case anyway, she found her thoughts turning with increasing frequency to the possible intervention of the Union scout.  She both hoped for and feared his coming, supported as he would be, in this instance, by followers who might be so different from himself.  She could not free her mind from the influence of the stories about Northern soldiers, and yet she was sure that as far as his power went, they would all be protected.  Indeed, one danger menaced so closely and threateningly she could scarcely think of anything else than escape and relief from it.

As the sun began to sink in the west her uncle came to her door and said authoritatively, “Louise, I wish you to come down.”

She obeyed without a word and entered the parlor where all were assembled, noting with dismay that the Rev. Dr. Williams was already present.  Her cousin sought to meet her gallantly, but she evaded him and took a seat.  Mr. Baron began a sort of harangue.  “Louise,” he said, “as your guardian and in obedience to my sense of duty in a great responsibility, I have approved of this marriage.  I am convinced that the time will speedily come when you will be glad that I—­that we all—­were firm at this time.  Both I and your aunt are growing old.  Troubles, sore indeed even for the young to endure, are upon us.  I am not sure that a roof will cover our gray hairs much longer.  Perhaps in the dead of this very night the ruthless enemy may come.  Now, your aunt Whately’s carriage is at the door.  A gallant soldier and a Confederate officer, the choice of all your kindred, is eager to give you his name and loving protection.  He will take you far away from war’s rude alarms, with its attendant and horrible perils.  We have no common foe to deal with, but monsters animated by unquenchable hatred and a diabolical spirit.  I should betray my trust and be recreant to my duty did I not avail myself of the one avenue of safety still open to you.  See, your cousin’s brave men are mounted, armed, and ready to act as your escort.  Dr. Williams is here to perform his good offices, although other invited friends have not ventured from home in this time of peril which recent tidings prove to be increasing every hour.  In a few moments you will be an honored wife, on your way to a place of refuge, instead of a helpless girl whose defenders may soon be scattered or dead.”

“Truly, Miss Baron,” said the clergyman, rising and approaching, “you cannot hesitate in circumstances like these.”

Miss Lou felt her tongue clinging to the roof of her mouth, and could only say in a hoarse whisper, “But I do not love my cousin—­I do not wish to marry.”

“That may be your feeling at this moment.  Indeed, circumstances are not conducive to gentle amatory feelings, and all may seem sudden and hasty to you, but you must consider that your relatives in this emergency—­indeed that all your neighbors—­are doing many things and taking many precautions that would not be thought of in a time of security.  I have already sent my own family further South, and now in your case and Mrs. Whately’s I feel that time is pressing.  Will you please rise and take your cousin by the hand?”