"There is no place for such trouble as mine," said the younger man, gravely. "That bullet went a little too deep." Still, he went to Ridgely. Under the charge of Dr. Balsam the young officer for a time revived, and for a year or two appeared on the way to recovery. Then suddenly his old trouble returned, and he went down as if shot. The name Huntington had strong association for the old physician; for it was a Huntington that Lois Brooke, the younger sister of Abigail Brooke, his old sweetheart, had married, and Abigail Brooke's refusal to marry him had sent him South. The Doctor discovered early in his acquaintance with the young officer that he was Abigail Brooke's nephew. He, however, made no reference to his former relation to his patient's people. Division bitterer than that war in which he had fought lay between them, the division that had embittered his life and made him an exile from his people. But the little girl with her great, serious eyes became the old physician's idol and tyrant, and how he worked over her father! Even in those last hours when the end had unexpectedly appeared, and General Huntington was making his last arrangements with the same courage which had made him a noted officer when hardly more than a boy, the Doctor kept his counsel almost to the end. "How long have I to live, Doctor?" panted the dying man, when he rallied somewhat from the attack that had struck him down. "Not very long." "Then I wish you to send for General Keith. I wish him to take my child to my aunt, Miss Abigail Brooke." "I will attend to it" said the Doctor. "So long as she lives she will take care of her. But she is now an old woman, and when she dies, God knows what will become of her." "I will look after her as long as I live," said the Doctor. "Thank you, Doctor." There was a pause. "She is a saint." His mind had gone back to his early life. To this Dr. Balsam made no reply. "She has had a sad life. She was crossed in love but instead of souring, it sweetened her." "I was the man," said the Doctor, quietly. "I will look after your child." "You were! I never knew his name. She never married." He gave a few directions, and presently said: "My little girl? I wish to see her. It cannot hurt me?" "No, it will not hurt you," said the Doctor, quietly. The child was brought, and the dying man's eyes lit up as they rested on her pink face and brown eyes filled with a vague wonder. "You must remember papa." She stood on tiptoe and, leaning over, kissed him. "And you must go to Aunt Abby when I have gone." "I will take Gordon Keith with me," said the child. The ghost of a smile flickered about the dying man's eyes. Then came a fit of coughing, and when it had passed, his head, after a few gasps, sank back. At a word from the Doctor, an attendant took the child out of the room.