"God bless my soul! How did you guess?"

"Why, she said so."

Major Calvert chuckled. "God bless my soul again! That's Sue all over.
She'd ask the devil himself for a glass of water if she was in the hot
place, and insist upon having ice in it. 'Pon my soul she would. And
what does she think of you? Likes you, eh?"

"No, she doesn't," replied Garrison quietly.

"Tell you as much, eh?"

"Yes."

Again Major Calvert chuckled. "Well, she told me different. Oh, yes,
she did, you rascal. And I know Sue better than you do. Family wishes
wouldn't weigh with her a particle if she didn't like the man. No, they
wouldn't. She isn't the kind to give her hand where her heart isn't. She
likes you. It remains with you to make her love you."

"And that's impossible," added Garrison grimly to himself. "If she only
knew! Love? Lord!"

"Wait a minute," said the major, as Garrison prepared to leave. "Here's
a letter that came for you to-day. It got mixed up in my mail by
accident." He opened the desk-drawer and handed a square envelope to
Garrison, who took it mechanically. "No doubt you've a good many friends
up North," added the major kindly. "Have 'em down here for as long as