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mplimented　for　bravery；　went　to　see　the　president。　There　were　some　twenty　of　us　summoned　to　meet　him　that　day。　It　was　warm　and　the　great　Lincoln　sat　in　his　shirt…sleeves　at　a　desk　in　the　middle　of　his　big　office。　He　wore　a　pair　of　brown　carpet　slippers；　the　rolling　collar　and　black　stock　now　made　so　familiar　in　print。　His　hair　was　tumbled。　He　was　writing　hurriedly　when　we　came　in。　He　laid　his　pen　away　and　turned　to　us　without　speaking。　There　was　a　careworn　look　upon　his　solemn　face。

'Mr　President；'said　the　general；　who　had　come　with　us；　'here　are　some　of　the　brave　men　of　our　army；　whom　you　wished　to　see。　

He　came　and　shook　hands　with　each　and　thanked　us　in　the　name　of　the　republic；　for　the　example　of　courage　and　patriotism　we　and　many　others　had　given　to　the　army。　He　had　a　lean；　tall；　ungraceful　figure　and　he　spoke　his　mind　without　any　frill　or　flourish。　He　said　only　a　few　words　of　good　plain　talk　and　was　done　with　us。

'Which　is　Brower？'he　enquired　presently。

I　came　forward　more　scared　than　ever　I　had　been　before。

'My　son；'he　said；　taking　my　hand　in　his；　'why　didn　t　you　run？'

'Didn't　dare；'I　answered。　'I　knew　it　was　more　dangerous　to　run　away　than　to　go　forward。'

'Reminds　me　of　a　story；'said　he　smiling。　'Years　ago　there　was　a　bully　in　Sangamon　County；　Illinois；　that　had　the　reputation　of　running　faster　and　fighting　harder　than　any　man　there。　Everybody　thought　he　was　a　terrible　fighter。　He　d　always　get　a　man　on　the　run；　then　he　d　ketch　up　and　give　him　a　licking。　One　day　he　tadded　a　lame　man。　The　lame　man　licked　him　in　a　minute。

'〃Why　didn't　ye　run？〃　somebody　asked　the　victor。

'〃Didn't　dast；〃　said　he。　〃Run　once　when　he　tackled　me　an　I've　been　lame　ever　since。〃

〃How　did　ye　manage　to　lick　him？〃　said　the　other。

'〃Wall；〃　said　he；　〃I　hed　to；　an'I　done　it　easy。〃

'That's　the　way　it　goes；'said　the　immortal　president；　'ye　do　it　easy　if　ye　have　to。　

He　reminded　me　in　and　out　of　Horace　Greeley；　although　they　looked　no　more　alike　than　a　hawk　and　a　handsaw。　But　they　had　a　like　habit　of　forgetting　themselves　and　of　saying　neither　more　nor　less　than　they　meant。　They　both　had　the　strength　of　an　ox　and　as　little　vanity。　Mr　Greeley　used　to　say　that　no　man　could　amount　to　anything　who　worried　much　about　the　fit　of　his　trousers；　neither　of　them　ever　encountered　that　obstacle。

Early　next　morning　I　took　a　train　for　home。　I　was　in　soldier　clothes　　　I　had　with　me　no　others　…　and　all　in　my　car　came　to　talk　with　me　about　the　now　famous　battle　of　Bull　Run。

The　big　platform　atjersey　City　was　crowded　with　many　people　as　we　got　off　the　train。　There　were　other　returning　soldiers　…　some　with　crutches；　some　with　empty　sleeves。

A　band　at　the　further　end　of　the　platform　was　playing　and　those　near　me　were　singing　the　familiar　music；

'John　Brown's　body　lies　a　mouldering　in　the　grave。　

Somebody　shouted　my　name。　Then　there　rose　a　cry　of　three　cheers　for　Brower。　It's　some　of　the　boys　of　the　Tribune；　I　thought　…　I　could　see　a　number　of　them　in　the　crowd。　One　brought　me　a　basket　of　flowers。　I　thought　they　were　trying　to　have　fun　with　me。

'Thank　you！'said　I；　'but　what　is　the　joke？'　

'No　joke；'he　said。　'It's　to　honour　a　hero。'　

'Oh；　you　wish　me　to　give　it　to　somebody。'

I　was　warming　with　embarrassment

'We　wish　you　to　keep　it；'he　answered。

In　accounts　of　the　battle　I　had　seen　some　notice　of　my　leading　a　charge　but　my　fame　had　gone　farther　…　much　farther　indeed　…　than　I　knew。　I　stood　a　moment　laughing　…　an　odd　sort　of　laugh　it　was　that　had　in　it　the　salt　of　tears　…　and　waving　my　hand　to　the　many　who　were　now　calling　my　name。

In　the　uproar　of　cheers　and　waving　of　handkerchiefs　I　could　not　find　Uncle　Eb　for　a　moment。　When　I　saw　him　in　the　breaking　crowd　he　was　cheering　lustily　and　waving　his　hat　above　his　head。　His　enthusiasm　increased　when　I　stood　before　him。　As　1　was　greeting　him　I　heard　a　lively　rustle　of　skirts。　Two　dainty；　gloved　hands　laid　hold　of　mine；　a　sweet　voice　spoke　my　name。　There；　beside　me；　stood　the　tall；　erect　figure　of　Hope。　Our　eyes　met　and；　before　there　was　any　thinking　of　propriety；　I　had　her　in　my　arms　and　was　kissing　her　and　she　was　kissing　me。

It　thrilled　me　to　see　the　splendour　of　her　beauty　that　day；　her　eyes　wet　with　feeling　as　they　looked　up　at　me；　to　feel　again　the　trembling　touch　of　her　lips。　In　a　moment　I　turned　to　Uncle　Eb。

'Boy；'he　said；　'I　thought　you''　and　then　he　stopped　and　began　brushing　his　coat　sleeve。

'Come　on　now；'he　added　as　he　took　my　grip　away　from　me。　'We　re　goin't'hey　a　gran'good　time。　I　ll　take　ye　all　to　a　splendid　tavern　somewheres。　An'I　ain't　goin'if　count　the　cost　nuther。　

He　was　determined　to　carry　my　grip　for　me。　Hope　had　a　friend　with　her　who　was　going　north　in　the　morning　on　our　boat。　We　crossed　the　ferry　and　took　a　Broadway　omnibus；　while　query　followed　query。

'Makes　me　feel　like　a　flapjack　t'ride　'n　them　things；'said　Unde　Eb　as　we　got　out。

He　hired　a　parlour　and　two　bedrooms　for　us　all　at　the　St　Nicholas。

'Purty　middlin'steep！'he　said　to　me　as　we　left　the　office。　'It　is；　sartin！　but　I　don't　care　…　not　a　bit。　When　folks　has　if　hey　a　good　time　they　ve　got　t'hey　it。　

We　were　soon　seated　in　our　little　parlour。　There　was　a　great　glow　of　health　and　beauty　in　Hope's　face。　It　was　a　bit　fuller　but　had　nobler　outlines　and　a　colouring　as　delicate　as　ever。　She　wore　a　plain　grey　gown　admirably　fitted　to　her　plump　figure。　There　was　a　new　and　splendid　'dignity　in　her　carriage；　her　big　blue　eyes；　her　nose　with　its　little　upward　slant。　She　was　now　the　well　groomed　young　woman　of　society　in　the　full　glory　of　her　youth。

Uncle　Eb　who　sat　between　us　pinched　her　cheek　playfully。　A　little　spot　of　white　showed　a　moment　where　his　fingers　had　been。　Then　the　pink　flooded　over　it。

'Never　see　a　girl　git　such　a　smack　as　you　did；'he　said　laughing。

'Well；'said　she；　sn乴ing；　'I　guess　I　gave　as　good　as　I　got。　

'Served　him　right；'he　said。　'You　kissed　back　good　'n　hard。　Gran　　sport！'he　added　turning　to　me。

'Best　I　ever　had；'was　my　humble　acknowledgement。

'Seldom　ever　see　a　girl　kissed　so　powerful；'he　said　as　he　took　Hope　hand　in　his。　'Now　if　the　Bible　said　when　a　body　kissed　ye　on　one　cheek　ye　mus'turn　if　other　I　wouldn　t　find　no　fault。　But　ther's　a　heap　o　differ　nce　'tween　a　whack　an'a　smack。　

When　we　had　come　back　from　dinner　Uncle　Lb　drew　off　his　boots　and　sat　comfortably　in　his　stocking　feet　while　Hope　told　of　her　travels　and　I　of　my　soldiering。　She　had　been　at　the　Conservatory；　nearly　the　whole　period　of　her　absence；　and　hastened　home　when　she　learned　of　the　battle　and　of　my　wound。　She　had　landed　two　days　before。

Hope's　friend　and　Unde　Lb　went　away　to　their　rooms　in　good　season。　Then　I　came　and　sat　beside　Hope　on　the　sofa。

'Let's　have　a　good　talk；'I　said。

There　was　an　awkward　bit　of　silence。

'Well；'said　she；　her　fan　upon　her　lips；　'tell　me　more　about　the　war。　

'Tired　of　war；'I　answered；　'love　is　a　better　subject。　

She　rose　and　walked　up　and　down　the　room；　a　troubled　look　in　her　face。　I　thought　I　had　never　seen　a　woman　who　could　carry　her　head　so　proudly。

'I　don't　thinkyou　are　very　familiar　with　it；'said　she　presently。

'I　ought　to　be；'I　answered；　'having　loved　you　all　these　years。　

'But　you　told　me　that　…　that