Outside an old Colonial cottage, seated in the midst of a rose garden, is an old lady, knitting. The warm atmosphere sends her off to sleep, and in her dreams she goes back to the stirring times of ‘61, when she is chosen as sweetheart to one of the brightest of boys at a husking bee, making her the happiest of the maidens. Her happiness is soon blanched, for there comes a call to arms, when every citizen who has his country’s interests at heart shoulders musket and goes to fight for “Old Glory.” The parting of the lovers, the bidding good-bye of friends, the marching to war, the giving of a rose, are all stern duties that try the heart and nerve of a soldier. Then we see the fighting line in grim array, the ambush, the powder mine, the storming of the hill, the fight, capture of the gun, and final victory. Then follows the soldier’s return, wounded, bearing the scars of a hundred fights, yet proud to wear the medal given by a grateful country. The affectionate greeting, and wedding. Then a step on the gravel wakens the old lady, and she rises to receive the kiss of her husband, who proves to be still the lover as of old, and the dream is over.