“I noticed your countenance,” answered Mildred, “just now, which was expressive of pain.”
“You are a good physiognomist,” replied Ernest. “I was just thinking that in a few days more I must return to my command.”
“And is it so painful to fight for your country?” quickly asked Mildred.
“You misunderstand me,” said Ernest. “It is no reluctance to serve my country: for God knows that I am willing to die for the independence of the Confederate States, if necessary. But there are things to me more bitter than death itself.”
“You talk in riddles, Captain.”
“Yes; because I was talking to myself partly. It is due to you that I should explain myself.” After a pause, he continued: “I have had few associates in my life. My father and mother left me a lonely orphan when I was a small boy. From various causes, which I need not weary you by relating, my life has not been very happy. I have found very few congenial companions among either sex. I have now prepared your mind for the reception of the fact, that the time spent beneath your father’s roof, is the happiest portion of my existence. I was thinking just now, that I must soon leave, and the probability is, I shall never again see you and the family till we shall all meet in the eternal world.”
“Why should you take such a gloomy view, Captain?” asked Mildred, slightly coloring. “We destroy our happiness by anticipating misfortunes that may never befall us. You may go through the war, and come out with honors budding thick upon your brow. Why not look forward to promotion? Who knows,” she continued, trying to smile, “but that you may be a General?”
“No; I have no ambition in that way. I do not want any greater responsibility than the command of a single company involves.”
There was a pause, which was broken by Mildred suddenly saying:
“What foolish thoughts will sometimes flash into our minds.”