d as
well in a prison as in a mansion."

"Not so," interrupted Dr. Humphries, "I trust you will live many, many
years longer, to be a guardian to your child and a comfort to your
husband."

"It cannot be," she answered sadly. "The brain, overwrought, will soon
give way to madness, and then a welcome death will spare me the life
of a maniac. I do not speak idly," she continued, observing the look
they cast upon her; "from the depths of my mind, a voice whispers that
my troubles on earth will soon be o'er. I have one desire, however,
and should like to see it granted."

"Let me know what that is," remarked Dr. Humphries, "and if it lies in
my power it shall be accorded to you with pleasure."

"Your companion spoke of my husband as his friend; does he know where
he is at present, and if so, can I not see him?"

"I promise that you shall see your husband before many days. Until you
are removed from this place I do not think it advisable, but,"
continued Harry, "I shall, on leaving this place, endeavor to secure
your release."

Mrs. Wentworth made no answer, and, speaking a few words of
consolation and hope to her, the two gentlemen left the prison. The
next morning Harry called on the Mayor and asked if Mrs. Wentworth
could be bailed, but on his honor mentioning that her trial would come
off the next day, the court having met that evening, he determined to
await the trial, confident that she would be acquitted when the facts
of the case were made known to the jury. On the same day he met Alfred
Wentworth, who informed him that he was more strongly impressed than
ever in the belief that the pretended Englishman was a spy.

"I will inform you of a plan that will prove whether you are right or
not," observed Harry, when he had concluded. "Tomorrow at about three
o'clock in the evening persuade him to visit the Court House. I will
be present, and if he is really the spy you imagine, will have full
evidence against him."

"What evidence?" enquired Alfred.

"Never do you mind," he replied, "just bring him and there will be
plenty of evidence found to convict him if he is a spy. By the way,"
he continued, "you said you suspected him to be the same man who
caused your wife to be turned out of New Orleans?"

"Yes," Alfred answered, "but why do you ask?"

"Oh, nothing in particular," he replied, "only in the event his being
Awtry, you will have a double motive in finding out whether he is a
spy or not."

"You are rig