Charles Campbell.”
The colonel turned toward Miss Morton, who was seated in his tent, and asked:
“Do you feel any especial interest in any Union officer now with us?”
Miss Morton hung her head and blushed.
“Do not fear to speak, and frankly, too, Miss Morton. Perhaps the welfare of one you love—perhaps his safety, may depend upon your candid confession.”
“I—I—”
“Have you ever met one of our officers?”
“But once. And then I only passed the evening in his society. He was kind, but he has forgotten me!”
“It is enough, you love him. But the short time he was with you could scarcely have made an impression so deep that he would mutter your name in his delirium. And yet, the wounded man was near your residence. And he exclaimed ‘Net—’. Your name is Nettie, is it not?”
“It is.”