loneliness. Who would not weep if they were parted from those they
love, and were cast in a strange land without a friend, and with
scarcely any means?

We leave the soldier's wife for a brief while, and transport the
reader to her husband. Her trials have commenced--God help her!




CHAPTER EIGHTH.

THE PRISONERS--THE HUSBAND AND THE LOVER.


We stated that on the recovery of Alfred Wentworth and Lieutenant
Shackleford from their wounds, both were sent to Camp Douglas
together, and as Alfred had no regiment of his own captured, the
lieutenant promptly requested him to become one of his mess. The
generous courage exhibited by Alfred Wentworth, and the fact that but
for his chivalric attention, he should have died on the bloody field
of Fort Donelson, had created a feeling of gratitude in Lieutenant
Shackleford for his preserver, which, on closer acquaintance, had
ripened into a warm friendship, and he soon made Alfred acquainted
with the fact of his betrothal to Emma Humphries, and Alfred in turn
would speak of his wife and children in such tones of affection as
only those who love can use. They would sit down for hours and
converse on the loved ones at home, thus wiling away the sad and
lonely hours of a prison life, until the news was received in Chicago
of the fall of New Orleans. Although he bitterly regretted his native