“God bless and keep you, Yankee,” she said.
Tears rushed out of Aladdin’s eyes.
“They’re coming to take you away,” she said. “Good-by.”
“Kiss me again,” said Aladdin, hoarsely.
She looked at him quietly for some moments.
“And your sweetheart?” she said.
Aladdin covered his face with his arm.
“Poor little traitor,” said the girl, sadly. She rose and, without looking back, moved slowly up the road toward the house.
Nor did Aladdin ever see her again, but in after years the smell of box or roses would bring into his mind the wonderful face of her, and the music of her voice.
In the delirium which was upon him all that night, he harped to the surgeon of Ellen, and in the morning fell asleep.