"Bring her to me. I am strong and well now."
I sent the attendant to Dr. B.'s room, and in a few moments she was beside him.
"Forgiven!" she murmured; and, bending, pressed her lips to his pale forehead, and taking his hand, she sat on the cot beside him. There was little said, but
"Eyes looked love to eyes that spake again."
So they remained until the sun went down and it was getting quite dark, when Dr. B. came in and said:
"Ah, Ashton, you have a more skillful physician than I. She has done more for you in five minutes than I have for as many weeks, I guess you will take that furlough and commission now, Lieutenant Ashton."
He took Dr. B.'s hand, and said:
"Under God, doctor, by your skillful hand and great kindness, with the attentions of the good friends here, I have been kept alive for this day."
Emma Mason bade him good-night, saying she must go over to her boys again, and get her discharge from the surgeon in charge.
In three days Ashton bade adieu to his friends in the "Douglas," and with Miss Mason, Dr. B. and myself, he got into the carriage waiting, directing the driver to stop at the residence of the Rev. Dr. Smith. There they were united, and received our heart-felt congratulations, and proceeded to the cars, which soon bore them to their friends North.