CONTENTS.
| Chapter | Page | |
|---|---|---|
| I.— | ERMINIE’S STORY | [25] |
| II.— | THE VETERAN’S RETURN | [34] |
| III.— | JUSTIN ENLISTS.—ELFIE DRILLS | [45] |
| IV.— | THE SOLDIER’S LOVE | [54] |
| V.— | THE LOVERS’ PARTING | [68] |
| VI.— | THE GUERRILLA’S WIFE | [80] |
| VII.— | ABOUT ALBERTA | [92] |
| VIII.— | ABOUT BRITOMARTE | [103] |
| IX.— | AN UNEXPECTED GUEST AT A PICNIC | [115] |
| X.— | AS THE LION WOOS HIS BRIDE | [130] |
| XI.— | A MOONLIGHT FLIGHT | [143] |
| XII.— | THE OUTLAW’S LOVE | [155] |
| XIII.— | THE ALARM | [168] |
| XIV.— | THE FLIGHT | [178] |
| XV.— | COLONEL ROSENTHAL | [193] |
| XVI.— | THE MEETING | [208] |
| XVII.— | THE GUERRILLA’S ENCAMPMENT | [216] |
| XVIII.— | MONCK | [224] |
| XIX.— | A COLD-BLOODED SENTENCE | [232] |
| XX.— | THE WHISPER | [244] |
| XXI.— | THE MOUNTAIN CAMP | [256] |
| XXII.— | THE MARCH | [269] |
| XXIII.— | THE BATTLE | [278] |
| XXIV.— | THE FATE OF THE FREE SWORD | [283] |
| XXV.— | AFTER THE BATTLE | [287] |
| XXVI.— | ELFIE IN THE GROVE | [290] |
| XXVII.— | REQUIESCAT IN PACE | [300] |
| XXVIII.— | ELFIE’S RETURN | [304] |
| XXIX.— | ELFIE’S VISIT TO LITTLE MIM | [315] |
| XXX.— | AN UNEXPECTED MEETING IN THE HOSPITAL | [323] |
| XXXI.— | POOR ELFIE’S HONEYMOON | [334] |
| XXXII.— | THE REBEL RIDES ON HIS RAIDS NO MORE | [345] |
| XXXIII.— | AT PEACE | [356] |
| XXXIV.— | WING’S GALLANT CHARGE | [366] |
| XXXV.— | DEATH LIGHTS | [374] |
| XXXVI.— | THE DEATH WATCH | [385] |
| XXXVII.— | THE GHOSTLY VISITOR | [397] |
| XXXVIII.— | ELFIE’S VISION | [408] |
| XXXIX.— | BOB’S SPECTRE | [422] |
| XL.— | ON THE BATTLE-FIELD | [432] |
| XLI.— | THE SURPRISE | [444] |
| XLII.— | “THE BEGINNING OF THE END.” | [460] |
| XLIII.— | DELIVERANCE AT LAST | [469] |
| XLIV.— | AFTER A WHILE | [480] |
| XLV.— | THE WOMAN’S DEAREST RIGHT | [497] |
HOW HE WON HER.
CHAPTER I.
ERMINIE’S STORY.
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
By all their country’s wishes blest!
When spring with dewy fingers cold
Returns to deck their hallowed mould,
She there shall dress a sweeter sod
Than fancy’s feet have ever trod.