ut for Him who
bade us forgive seventy times seven, I should feel inclined to leave you
here to die; but when I remember how much He is tried with one, I feel
that I am to be no one's judge. Tell me, then, why you have deserted;
and tell me, too--oh, George, in mercy--tell me if you know aught of
Willie?"

The mother had forgotten all the wrongs heaped upon the wife, and Adah
drew nearer to him now, so near, indeed, that his arm encircled her at
last, and held her close; but the ragged, dirty, fallen creature did not
dare to kiss her, and could only press her convulsively to his breast,
as he attempted an answer to her question.

"You must be quick," she said, suddenly remembering herself; "it is
growing late, Mrs. Ellsworth will be waiting for her breakfast; and
since the stampede of her servants, two old negroes and myself are all
there are left to care for the house. Stay," she added, as a new thought
seemed to strike her; "I must go, or they will look for me; but after
breakfast I will return, and do for you what I can. Lie down again upon
the hay."

She spoke kindly to him, but he felt it was as she would have spoken to
any one in distress, and not as once she had addressed him. But he knew
that he deserved it, and he suffered her to leave him, watching her with
streaming eyes as she hurried along the path, and counting the minutes,
which seemed to him like hours, ere he saw her returning. She was very
white when she came back, and he noticed that she frequently glanced
toward the house, as if haunted by some terror. Constantly expecting
detection, he grasped her arm, as she bent to bathe his swollen foot,
and whispered huskily: "Adah, there's something on your mind--some evil
you fear. Tell me, is any one after me!"

Adah nodded; while, like a frightened child, the tall man clung to her
neck, saying, piteously: "Don't give me up! Don't tell; they would hang
me, perhaps!"

"They ought to do so," trembled on Adah's lips, but she suppressed the
words, and went on bandaging up the ankle, and handling it as carefully
as if it had not belonged to a deserter.

He did not feel pain now in his anxiety, as he asked: "Who is it, Adah?
who's after me?" but he started when she replied, with downcast eyes and
a flush upon her cheek: "Major Irving Stanley. You were in his
regiment, the ----th New York Volunteers."

Dr. Richards drew a relieved breath. "I'd rather it were he than Captain
Worthington, who hates me so cord