“And I am glad, too,” Jimmie said. “Your staying has been the means of untold good to me, darling,—it was the memory of your sweet, holy life and character which led me, a wretch at Andersonville, to seek the Saviour whom you have loved so long. God has led us both in strange paths. We have suffered a great deal,—you mentally, I physically, and only what I deserved; but let us hope that the night is passed, and the morning of our happy future dawning upon us. We are both young yet,—you twenty-three, and I only twenty-six. We have a long life to look forward to, and I thank God for it; but most of all, I thank Him for giving me my darling Annie,—my dear little Lulu! Does Rose know that you are Lulu?” Mrs. Carleton had thought it better not to add to Rose’s excitement by telling her who Annie was, while Jimmie’s fate was shrouded in so much gloom; then, after his return, she decided that Annie should have the satisfaction of telling herself, and thus Rose was still in ignorance with regard to Annie’s identity with the Pequot. But Annie told her that night, and Rose’s eyes were like stars, as she smothered Annie with kisses, and declared it was all like some strange story she had read. CHAPTER XXXIX. CHARLIE. He did not improve as his sister and uncle hoped he might; and as the cold weather increased, they began to talk of taking him to a warmer climate, but Charlie said: “I am as well here as I could be anywhere. I don’t want to be moved about. Let me stay here in quiet.”