One by one thy griefs shall meet thee, Do not fear an armed band; One will fade as others greet thee, Shadows passing through the land. Do not look at life’s long sorrow; See how small each moment’s pain; God will help thee for to-morrow, So each day, begin again.—A. A. PROCTOR. “Well, here it is, and a meagre account enough,” said Elfie, opening the morning paper as she sat with Erminie at breakfast in the library—“not ten lines of description, if it were put in common type, but filling nearly a whole column in great capital letters like posters.” “What is it, dear?” inquired Erminie, who was arranging her cups and saucers on the breakfast tray. “The morning paper’s account of the engagement I described to you at full length last night.” “Read it aloud, dear, while I pour out our coffee.” “It is hardly worth reading. It isn’t a hundredth part of what I told you myself. But if you want to hear it, here goes: “‘BATTLE OF BLEAK HILL. DEFEAT OF THE GUERRILLAS. DEATH OF THE NOTORIOUS FREE SWORD.’” Elfie read these headings, which were all in very conspicuous type. And then she went on with the description of the fight, with the details of which our readers are already familiar. “I suppose that the news came by the same train that brought me last night, although it could not be made public until this morning,” said Elfie, as she laid aside the paper. When they had finished breakfast, and the young mistress of the house had issued her orders for the day to cook, housemaid and man servant, the two young ladies went up stairs together. “I can’t attend you in your rounds through the hospitals this morning, Erminie dear, for I _must_ go first to see little Mim,” said Elfie, as they parted on the landing, each to seek her own room. “But you will go with me this afternoon?” urged Erminie, with her hand on the knob of her door. “Oh, yes—certainly,” answered Elfie, as she disappeared in her chamber. The two girls came down together dressed to go out. But they parted at the gate, as their paths lay in opposite directions. Erminie entered the little carriage that was to take her first to the Douglas Hospital. Elfie walked rapidly towards Pennsylvania Avenue, where she stopped a Navy Yard car, which took her to the eastern suburbs of the city. She got out of the car at the corner of a quiet street, mostly built up in small, detached houses, with small flower yards before them.