As this was the first occasion upon which the brave young officer had made an application of the sort, and as he had so recently rendered a distinguished service, it was promptly granted him.
And the next morning Wing also left for Washington.
CHAPTER XXXV.
DEATH LIGHTS.
Thy cheek too quickly flushes, o’er thine eye
The shadows come and go too fast;
Thy tears gush forth too soon, and in thy voice
Are sounds of tenderness too passionate
For peace on earth! Oh, therefore, child of song,
’Tis well thou should’st depart.—Hemans.
In the months that had elapsed since Albert Goldsborough’s death, and in the steady performance of every duty, Elfie had recovered her serenity and cheerfulness.