was handed to the world. Conspicuous among the names crowned with
well-won distinction was that of George Marshall. A nobler, braver
spirit never stepped from college walls upon life's crowded highway,
or one with firmer, truer tread than he.






CHAPTER XIII.





TIME rolled on. Months had melted into months until they were
calendared by years, since we bade adieu to Madam Truxton's
finishing class on that departed June day 185-, and watched with
regretful eye the last well-executed drill of the graduating cadets
of the same year.

Sunny twelvemonths only had so far passed over these sundered
friends, many of whom still clung to each other with the old love of
school days, and maintained by frequent correspondence a thorough
knowledge of each other's lives and doings. It is worth mentioning
that these years had brought some changes to the lives and fortunes
of three of the four firm friends at Madam Truxton's, and to others
who were once sworn friends at the institute.