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would be useless to Dohna in the army, and I 

 was to take care of it for him. 



The captain of the company in which he was 

 enlisted secured him a furlough for ten days, 

 and, to show his gratitude, he invited us both 

 to dine with him at the Everett. We sat down 

 at seven, and we sat long. The best that either 

 cellar or kitchen afforded was spread before us 

 in wasteful profusion, and our host, temperate 

 in his sipping, but eating with the appetite of 

 youth, seemed only to regret the limit of our 

 capacity. As we walked across the square, filled 

 and with the kindest emotions, we planned 

 means for so occupying the remaining days of 

 the furlough as to allow but little opportunity 

 for mone} r -spending. His company was at Fort 

 Trumbull, and after he joined he would be safe. 



The next day being Saturday, I took him to 

 my father's house in the country, where his un- 

 fortunate story was already known, and where 

 as much real interest was felt in him as the 

 good people of Connecticut ever accord to a du- 

 ellist. He had a friend living farther out on 



