"
He drew out the scrap, which was dirty and discolored with blood.
Upon it was written in pencil, the words:--
"This is the body of General Mohun, C.S.A."
As Mohun pointed to it, a ray of sunset shot athwart the forest, and
fell on his serene features, lighting them up with a sort of glory. The
clear eyes gave back the ray, and there was something exquisitely soft
in them. Mordaunt and Landon too, were bathed in that crimson light of
evening, disappearing beyond the shaggy crest of the Blue Ridge--and I
thought I saw on their proud faces the same expression.
"These three men are happy," I thought. "Their lot has been strange;
they have been nearly lost; but heaven has sent to each an angel, to
bring back hope to them. Ellen Adair, Georgia Conway, Violet
Grafton--these fond hearts have changed your lives, Landon, Mohun, and
Mordaunt!"
In an hour I was at the "Oaks."
A month afterward, I had returned to "Eagle's Nest."
And in this April, 1868, when the flowers are blooming, and the sun is
shining--when a pair of violet eyes make the sunshine still brighter--I
end the last volume of my memoirs.
THE END.
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