"A large evening party was being given to the officers of the regiment by some distinguished person in the town; a ball probably, for many ladies were present.  While all were in the very midst and height of their amusement, suddenly the disgraced officer made his appearance among them in his dress uniform.  How could this be? how came he there? Assuredly no one had invited him.  As he advanced into the middle of the brilliantly lighted room an empty space was left for him, officers and ladies shrinking from him, as though his near approach brought defilement with it.  Looking quietly round, he deliberately produced and held up a hand-grenade, as it was called--that is to say, a small bombshell--and, before any one of the astonished spectators could stop him, lighted a match at one of the wax-candles, and applied it to the fusee of the shell.  A shower of sparks came rushing from the hand- grenade, which would explode in a minute or two or even less.  The consternation of the company was frightful, and a furious and general rush was made to the doors.  As the guests dashed out of the room, some just caught sight of the officer who had brought in and lighted the shell standing calmly over it with his arms folded.  A few moments more, all the company had vanished terror-stricken, and then a frightful explosion was heard.  One or two of the officers hurried back with horror on their faces.  The man who had been branded as a coward lay outstretched on the ground.  He had thrown himself flat on the floor the instant the room was cleared; the fragments of the shell had flown over him, and he was almost entirely uninjured.