"Where's Jeff?"
The negro bowed gravely and drew his stalwart figure erect:
"I am sorry, madame, not to be able to tell you. I do not know any such person."
"Yes, you do—aren't you his servant?"
"No, madame, you are mistaken. I have the honor to serve ex-President Davis."
Only a great soul can command the love and respect of servants as did this quiet grave statesman of the old régime.
Never during the long hours of these weeks and months of torture did he lose his dignity or his lofty bearing quail before his tormentor. He was too refined and dignified to be abusive, and too proud in General Miles' delicate phraseology to "beg."
The loving wife began now her desperate fight to nurse him back into life again.
The new Commandant of the fort, General Burton, who replaced Miles, proved himself a gentleman and a soldier of the old school. He immediately gave to the prisoner every courtesy possible and to his wife sympathy and help.