How came she there? Where came she from, who had lain entombed in a holocaust of flame? A spirit, was she? Ay, truly, a spirit of pity and grief, weeping over a brave boy-soldier's end. "God bless you, madam!" burst from St. Udo's lips. She turned her tranced eye from its shocked scrutiny of the boy, and lifted it in mute anguish to the colonel's. She did not recognize him in that supreme moment of her woe. "Is he dying, do you think?" whispered she, pressing close. The sweet face turned with a smile of anguish at her voice, the dark eyes opened on her lovely countenance with a far away look already in their depths. "Yes, yes, madam, I am dying," murmured the boy. "Oh, Edgar! Edgar!" moaned the woman, in harrowing tones, "must you go? I loved you so dearly, too--my last, my only hope on earth or in Heaven--my _son_!" "Ah, madam, you did not treat me as your son." "Hush!" whispered she, in anguish. "I was not to blame for that. Your father was to blame when he deserted us both, my poor boy. How could I fight against fate? In self-defence I parted from you, but I have loved you truly, Edgar." "May God, to whom I go, forgive your cold rejection of me many times when I have besought you on my knees to let me call you mother. From place to place you have led me, keeping me at a distance all the while, and now my sad, lonely life must end here. Oh, madam, you have been cruel!" She wept wildly, she raised him in her arms and kissed him many times, but her lips framed no excuse. "To think that I should find you here, my boy," moaned she, "when I sent you North expressly for safety's sake. Why--why did you enter the army, Edgar?" "To find death," said the calm, dying voice. She laid him down upon the straw, and raised her streaming eyes to St. Udo Brand. They recognized him now, and grew hard and fierce. She rose, and clutched him by the arm. "Where is that fiend in human shape who calls himself Colonel Calembours?" cried she, vehemently. "I cannot tell," replied St. Udo. "He has played the traitor to the North; he must be with Lee's army." "He has played the traitor to _me_, and to that boy, _his son_!" she exclaimed, vengefully. "He has deserted us for eighteen years, and now my boy is dying. He threw me back among the flames three months ago in Colonel Estvan's house as soon as he recognized in me _his wife_. Oh! can such a monster escape justice?" "Did you come here to-day expecting to find Colonel Calembours?" inquired St. Udo, compassionately. "I did. I have just come from a sickroom, which my terror drove me to after my servants had rescued me from being consumed in the flames which destroyed my only home. I hear that Monsieur Estvan was killed, and I searched in every hospital in Richmond, and every jail, for some tidings of the monster in case he might have been captured. Now, alas! I find my son in the agonies of death." She knelt again by the boy and kissed his cold lips, smiling so stilly.