"Are you an honest man, sir?" asked a very pretty young woman, not more than twenty years old, as she stopped in the open field in front of Sergeant Life Knox of the Riverlawn Cavalry, as it was generally called, though the squadron belonged to a numbered regiment in Kentucky. The non-commissioned officer was a tall Kentuckian, over six feet high, lank and raw-boned. He looked at the young woman, and a smile lighted up his thin face. "I reckon I am, Miss; I never robbed a bank, or stole a poor woman's last dollar," he replied, thinking it was a queer question if the lady proposed to trust him on his own recommendation. "Are you a Confederate soldier, for I see that you wear a uniform?" continued the young woman, looking behind her with a timid glance. "I am not " protested Life with earnestness enough to prove that he meant all that he said. "Don't you see that I wear the uniform of the United States army? and, Hail Columby if I ain't a Union man from the smallest nail in the heel of my boot to the top hair on my Kentucky skull " "You won't rob me if I tell you the truth, will you?" asked she very simply, and evidently agitated by painful doubts.