looked now, she thought, for the old hale and hearty look, that which so
often characterizes the veteran soldier, had returned to his face,
making it handsomer than ever because of a lighter shade having settled
on his head--he was getting gray the daughter was quick to notice.

"You look better, Little Captain," he said in greeting her.

"I was just thinking the same thing of you," replied Dorothy, laughing.

"That was a case of great minds running in similar trenches," said the
father.

"Now, we are going to have a good, long chat," began Dorothy, leaning
against the arm of the major's chair so that her head touched his
shoulder. "First, I want to tell you some news Tavia has heard of a
woman in Rochester named Burlock!"

"Burlock!" repeated the major, and he looked pained somehow; distressed
at the mere mention of the name.

"I thought perhaps--it might be the party you--that is, the woman wanted
in the Burlock matter," faltered Dorothy.

"I am afraid, daughter," said the major very solemnly, "you have been
bothering your young head about affairs much too grave for you to
handle. I have always regretted sending you to the Bugle office that
morning, so many complications seemed to follow that experiment. Not but
what you got out a splendid paper--better than this week's issue for
that matter," the major hurried to say, for he noticed a look of
disappointment come over Dorothy's face, "but because I seemed to thrust