"I shall be very grateful to you for the favor, Colonel Mortimer," said Abner. At this moment his quick ear caught the sound of a gay girlish voice on the stairway, and the swish of silken draperies. Then the door opened and a young girl entered. She cast a quick, surprised glance about the room, as one will, entering a room supposed to be vacant, to find therein a stranger. For a moment she hesitated. "Come in, Olivia," said the colonel. "My dear, this is our prisoner, Colonel Tompkins. My daughter, colonel!" A look of sorrowing compassion instantly clouded that sweet face--the sweetest Abner had ever looked on. Olivia Mortimer was one of those Southern women, over whose beauty novelists wax enthusiastic, poets rave and painters dream and despair. Abner forgot that he was a prisoner, forgot past hardships and future peril, forgot all but this beautiful, unexpected vision, with outstretched hand, and pitying eyes, and sweet, low voice, that made the heart throb wildly, that had kept its even beat amid the blasting of bugles and the sullen roar of cannon. He blushed like an awkward school-boy, as he bowed before her queenly little figure. "I am very sorry to see you a prisoner," she said. "It must be very hard to suffer confinement; to know that the flowers bloom and the birds sing, without being able to partake of their joy." The gentle words betrayed a heart, kind and womanly. Abner felt that to lay down his life at her feet would be the highest bliss a man might hope for. "I assure you, Miss Mortimer, that prison life is not desirable, but I am more fortunate than most prisoners, while I have your father for my jailer, and his mansion for my jail, I can well endure my captivity." "Colonel," said the old Confederate impulsively, "I have a notion to parole you and give you the freedom of the place. It will be pleasanter for you and easier for me." "For such a privilege, sir, I should be grateful indeed. I already owe much to your generosity, but this I can hardly realize." "And I shall make Olivia your jailer," said the old colonel, with a quiet laugh, that caused his frame to quiver like agitated jelly. "Then, sir, my imprisonment will be no punishment at all, but rather a lot to be envied," replied Abner. "My dear, do you think you can guard a man who has led a thousand soldiers to the field of battle?" said the old colonel, with another quiet laugh. "He don't look dangerous, papa, and I can find him sufficient occupation; busy people, you know, are not apt to get into mischief." "Do you comprehend, colonel?" said Colonel Mortimer. "She means to make you a galley slave as well as a prisoner." "Even such servitude, under such a mistress, would be a pleasure," answered Abner.