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“They may be, and yet what will be my sufferings to his despair? No, no, I shall go.”

“I will not say a word against it. Shall we catch the next coach back?”

“No, for you are not to go.”

“Do you expect me to leave you?”

“Yes, you must go to your family, and I will go back alone. I will go to Chicago, and then turn back from there and return to the fort. When I have done all in my power, Mr. Dean, for that stricken man, I will go to your home in the East. Need I say more?”

“No, I will trust you; but I would gladly return with you and wait until all is over.”

“That I cannot, will not allow. I must go alone,” was the determined reply of Bonnie Belle, and the miner urged no more.

Several days later a carriage drove up to the army headquarters in Chicago, and a lady wearing a heavy veil got out.

As she reached the reception-room she suddenly came face to face with the general’s orderly, and, throwing back her veil, she extended her hand, and said pleasantly and in a tone of surprise:

“Why, Bainbridge, you here?”