Now I can see you off." The old man was so weak that his son had to carry him down the stairs; and his face, seen in the broad daylight, was ghastly.

As they placed him in the carriage, he called out to his wife and son, sharply,-- "Don't you get in! You can walk, you can walk.

Mind, he's to have but a quarter, tell him." And, as Seth whipped up his horses and drove off, the words, "wolves, wolves, wolves," were heard coming in muffled tones through the door.
"He'd never have gone, if you hadn't come back,--never," said Mrs.
Wheeler, as she turned to Mercy.

"I never can thank you enough.

It'll save his life, getting him out of that garret." Mercy did not say, but she thought that it was too late.