"And your brother Paul was a captain in the Confederate service?"
"Yes." And now the young lady's eyes began to fill with wonder.
"You lived in Chattanooga with your brother, and you—you had a difference of opinion about his joining the army?"
"We did have—and I am sorry for it," answered the maiden. "But who are you to speak thus to me? Do you know my brother?"
"Rosebel, do not be hasty in talking to this young man," interposed the aunt.
"I did know your brother, Miss Rosebel. I do not know your other name."
"And yet you knew my brother!"
"He must be telling falseho—" began the aunt, but the girl's hand over her mouth checked her.
"I fell in with a young Confederate captain whose name was Paul," explained Deck, sadly. "He said he had a sister Rosebel living in Chattanooga. He had quarrelled with that sister, and in anger had hidden some money away so that she could not get it."
"It was Paul!" cried Rosebel Greene, for such was her full name. "Oh, tell me about him, and how he came to tell you this. Is he well?"