"You're so like my own mother, madame," he pleaded. "I'm an orphan to-day. Our army has conquered, but I have lost. I find myself repeating the old question, what shall it profit a man if he gain the whole world and forfeit his life? She is my life--I can't--I won't give her up. Tell her she must see me. I will not leave Richmond until I see her. If she leaves, I'll follow her to the ends of the world. Tell her this." The gentle hand pressed his. "I'll tell her." "And try to help me?" he begged. "All the world loves a lover," the fine thin lips slowly repeated--"yes, I'll try." At the end of ten minutes she returned alone. Her face gave no hope. "I'm afraid it's useless. She positively refuses." "You gave her my message?" "Yes." "I'll wait a day and try again--" "You knew of Captain Welford's death, I suppose?" Socola started and turned pale. "No--" "He died and was buried two days ago near the spot where General Stuart sleeps." The lover was stunned for a moment. The hidden thought flashed through his mind that she might have married Welford in the reaction over her discovery of his deception. He opened his lips to ask the question and held his peace. It was impossible. She couldn't have done such a thing. He put the idea out of his heart. "Thank you for the information, dear madame," he answered gravely, turned and left the building. He walked quickly to his hotel, hired a negro to get him a wreath of roses and meet him at the cemetery gate. He had just placed them on Welford's grave as Jennie suddenly appeared. She stopped, transfixed in astonishment--her eyes wide with excitement. He walked slowly to meet her and stood looking into her soul, searching its depths. "You here?" she gasped-- "Yes. I brought my tribute to a brave and generous foe. He hated me, perhaps--but for your sake he gave me my life--I never hated him--" "With his last breath he told me that he no longer hated you," she answered dreamily. "And you cannot forgive?" "No. Our lives are far apart now. The gulf between us can never be passed." He smiled tenderly and spoke with vibrant passion. "I'm going to show you that it can be passed. I'm going to love you with such devotion I'll draw you at last with resistless power--" "Never--" She turned quickly and left him gazing wistfully at her slender figure silhouetted against the glow of the sunset. CHAPTER XLIV PRISON BARS The ship which bore the distinguished prisoner from Savannah did not proceed to Washington, but anchored in Hampton Roads at Fortress Monroe. A little tug puffed up and drew alongside the steamer. She took off Alexander H. Stephens, General Joseph Wheeler and Burton Harrison. Stephens and Wheeler were sent to Fort Warren in Boston Harbor. The next, day the tug returned. Little Jeff ran to his mother trembling and sobbing: "They say they've come for father--beg them to let us go with him!" Davis stepped quickly forward and returned with an officer.