"Oh, Kitty—Kitty!"
He looked into her eyes and could say no more for a moment. So they stood together, gazing each at the other, while the two horses moved away and began to crop the grass, unheeded.
Then Norton drew away from her, freed his hands, and soberly unclasped a golden eagle from his coat. He looked at it, then held it to her.
"Kitty—sweet Kitty—I brought you here away from your father and our friends, here where we first met—there is something I must tell you——"
He faltered, and with a quick laugh she flung back her hair.
"Mr. Norton"—and there was mimicry in her voice—"I—I too have something to tell you!"
"Yes?" he said gravely, stiffening a little. "Yes?"
"Nay, but I would not take precedence of a soldier, sir!"
And she made him a laughing curtsy, perhaps to hide the great glory of womanhood that shone in her face.
"Then, my news is this," said Norton, lifting a tress of her hair to his lips. "A regiment of riflemen from Kentucky has been formed; trouble is brewing with England; There is trouble on the frontier. I have been offered the command of this regiment, Kitty. I ask you—will you take this emblem of all that is dearest to me, and take with it the heart of John Norton? A soldier's life and pay is not much to share——"