t, were Mrs. Young and Dr. Morrow, from Marietta.
Mrs. Walthall introduced us to her escort, Col. Lockett, an old bachelor, but as foolish about the girls as if he was a widower.
Our pretty girl froe, but rather determined face, and pretty, old-fashioned gray curls falling behind her ears.
Col. Lockett innocently pointed her out to me as the housekeeper, when he saw me wandering about in searcent out and saw the Georgia cadets on dress parade in front of the capitol. Mrs. Walthall and Col. Lockett joined us there, with several gentlemen that we had met at the hotel, and we had a fine time.her full of smallpox.
We didn't like to impose on the hospitality of the Simpsons again, and Col. Lockett, who had secured lodging for Mrs. Walthall at a private house, advised us to go on to Culver'g old gentleman called Fred aside, and insisted that we should go to his house.
He had heard Col. Lockett call us by name, he said, and being a great friend and admirer of father's, declared that Jud