forward, once more vaulted over the head of the officer, this time
unfortunately uncovering him by a vicious kick of her hoof. "Seize
him!" roared the entire army. I was seized. As the soldiers led
me away, I asked the name of the gray-haired officer. "That--why,
that's the DUKE OF WELLINGTON!"

I fainted.

* * * * * *

For six months I had brain-fever. During my illness ten grapeshot
were extracted from my body which I had unconsciously received
during the battle. When I opened my eyes I met the sweet glance of
a Sister of Charity.

"Blanche!" I stammered feebly.

"The same," she replied.

"You here?"

"Yes, dear; but hush! It's a long story. You see, dear Terence,
your grandfather married my great-aunt's sister, and your father
again married my grandmother's niece, who, dying without a will,
was, according to the French law--"

"But I do not comprehend," I said.

"Of course not," said Blanche, with her old sweet smile; "you've
had brain-fever; so go to sleep."