A few words will tell it. In an old,
forgotten war a young soldier quartered in the house of his defeated
enemy--but defeated only for the time, remember--saw something which made
him believe that a wounded nephew of the house was hid in an upper room.
But he was generous and he did not search further. The second night,
while the young officer and his comrades were at supper, the nephew,
who was not hurt badly, was slipped out of the house and escaped from the
city in the darkness. It's not apropos of anything, and I don't know why
I'm relating it to you, but I suppose this terrible war we are fighting
is responsible for an old man's whim."
"I've found it very interesting, sir," said Dick, "and I think it's
relevant, because it shows that even in war men may remain Christian
human beings."
"Perhaps you're right, and I trust, young sir, that you will not be
killed in this defeat to which you are surely marching."
Dick bowed to both, and left them to their fears and hopes. The glow was
still about his heart when he rode forth with the Winchester regiment
after midnight.
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