to Flora's husband, because he was a " dum
dimocrat," and she presumed was opposed to
Lincoln. With the exception of Maddy, no one
was more pleased to see Guy than herself. He
was her boy, the one she brought up, and with
all a mother's fervor she kissed his bronzed cheek,
and told him how glad she was to have him back.
  With his boy on his sound arm, Guy dis-
engaged himself from the noisy group and went
with Maddy to where the little lrdy, the child he
had never seen, was just beginning to show signs
of resentment at being left so long alone.
  " Lulu, papa's come; this is papa," the boy
cried, assuming the honor of the introduction.
  Lulu, as they called her, was not afraid of the
tall soldier, and stretching out her fat, white
hands, went to him   readily.  Blue-eyed and
golden-haired, she bore but little resemblance to
either father or mother, but there was a swveet,
beautiful face, of which Maddy had often
dreamed, but never seen, and whether it were
fancy or not, Guy thought it beamed upon him
again in the infantile features of his little girl.
Parting lovingly her yellow curls and kissing her
fair cheek, he said to Maddy, softly, just as he
always spoke of that dead one:
  " Maddy, darling, Margaret Holbrook is right
-our baby is very like dear Lucy Atherstone."