molished gun had been replaced with a sound one.
"Yes," said the adjutant-general, resuming his narrative, "the general made the acquaintance of Coulter's family. There was trouble—I don't know the exact nature of it—something about Coulter's wife. She is a red-hot Secessionist, as they all are, except Coulter himself, but she is a good wife and high-bred lady. There was a complaint to army headquarters. The general was transferred to this division. It is odd that Coulter's battery should afterward have been assigned to it."
The colonel had risen from the rock upon which they had been sitting. His eyes were blazing with a generous indignation.
"See here, Morrison," said he, looking his gossiping staff officer straight in the face, "did you get that story from a gentleman or a liar?"
"I don't want to say how I got it, Colonel, unless it is necessary" he was blushing a trifle "but I'll stake my life upon its truth in the main."
The colonel turned toward a small knot of officers some distance away. "Lieutenant Williams!" he shouted.
One of the officers detached himself from
