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834 For an instant the boy's astonished disappointment crushed out his inbred courtesy as host. His sister, mortified but self-possessed, broke the strained silence with a quiet question or two concerning the newly arrived troops; and the bandmaster replied, looking at the boy.

Billy, silent, immersed in reflection, sat with curly head bent and hands folded on his knees. His sister glanced at him, looked furtively at the bandmaster, and their eyes met. He smiled, and she returned the smile; and he looked at Billy and smiled again.

"Billy," he said, "I've been sailing under false colors, it seems,—but you hoisted them, I'm afraid. I think I ought to go."

The boy looked up at him, startled.

"Good night," said the bandmaster, gravely, rising to his lean height from the chair beside the table. The boy flushed to his hair.

"Don't go," he said; "I like you even if you don't fight!"

Then the bandmaster began to laugh,—and the boy's sister bit her lip and looked at her brother.

"Billy! Billy!" she said, catching his hands in hers, "do you think the only brave men are those who gallop into battle?"

Hands imprisoned in his sister's, he looked up at the bandmaster.

"If you were ordered to fight, you'd fight, wouldn't you?" he asked.

"Under those improbable circumstances I think I should," admitted the young fellow, solemnly reseating himself.

"Celia! Do you hear what he says?" cried the boy.

"I hear," said his sister, gently; "now sit very still while Moses serves the Madeira;—only half a glass for Mr. William, Moses,—no, not one drop more!"

Moses served the wine with pomp and circumstance; the lean young bandmaster looked straight at the boy's sister and rose, bowing with a grace that instantly entranced the aged servant.

"Celia," said the boy, "we must drink to the flag, you know;" and the young girl rose from her chair, and looking at the bandmaster, touched her lips to the glass.

"I wish they could see us," said the boy.—"the Colvins and the Malletts. I've heard their 'Bonnie Blue Flag' and their stirrup toasts until I'm sick—"

"Billy!" said his sister, quietly. And reseating herself and turning to the bandmaster, "Our neighbors differ with us," she said, "and my brother cannot understand it. I have to remind him that if they were not brave men our army would have been victorious three years ago, and there would have been no more war after Bull Run."

The bandmaster assented thoughtfully. Once or twice his worn eyes swept the room—a room that made him homesick for his own. It had been a long time since he had sat in a chair in a room like this,—a long time since he had talked with women and children. Perhaps the boy's sister divined something of his thoughts—he was not much older than she,—for, as he rose, hooking up his sabre, and stepped forward to take his leave, she stood up too, offering her hand.

"Our house is always open to Union soldiers," she said, simply. "Will you come again?"

"Thank you," he said,—"you don't know, I think, how much you have already done for me."

They stood a moment looking at one another, then he bowed and turned to the boy, who caught his hand impulsively.

"I knew my sister would like you!" he exclaimed.

"Everybody is very kind," said the young bandmaster, looking steadily at the boy.

Again he bowed to the boy's sister, not raising his eyes this time; and holding the child's hand tightly in his, he walked out to the porch.

Moses was there to assist him with his long blue mantle; the boy clung to his gloved hand a moment, then stepped back into the doorway, where the old servant shuffled about, muttering half aloud: "Yaas, suh. Done tole you so. He bow lak de quality, he drink lak de Garnetts—what I tole yo'? Mars Will'm, ef dat ossifer ain' er gin'ral, he gwine be mighty quick!"

"I don't care," said the boy, "I just love him."

The negro shuffled out across the moonlit veranda, peered around through the fragrant gloom, wrinkled hands linked