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“As I live and move, it’s Bonnie Belle!” cried the orderly, grasping the extended hand in both his own.

“Yes, Bainbridge, and I am glad to see you once more, though I did not know that you were a soldier.”

“Yes; I came home, as you know, with a snug little fortune in gold, but I speculated and lost it, and some months ago, when in hard luck here in Chicago, I stopped the horses of the general’s carriage when they were running away, the driver having been thrown from the box, and the general and his wife were inside.

“He asked me what he could do for me, and I said that, as I had a record as an old soldier, I would enter the army again, and he made me his orderly, and here I am, Bonnie Belle, and as glad a man as ever was to see your beautiful face again, for it takes me back to the mines, and the time you saved my life that night in Devil’s Den. I’ll never forget you for it, Bonnie Belle, for if you had not vouched for me, the boys would have hanged me sure.”

“They certainly would have done so, Bainbridge, and have been sorry for it the next day, when they found out who the real criminal was. But is the general in?”