He thought how useless was money, after all; here he was with thousands at his command, yet he could not purchase help or safety for her whom his soul loved best.

He was helpless, he could do nothing to assist her; he could trust only to Heaven.
He went from the window to the door; he trembled at the solemn silence, the terrible hush; he longed for the full light of day.

Suddenly he heard a sound that stirred the very depths of his heart--that brought a crimson flush to his face and tears to his eyes.

It was the faint cry of a little child.

Presently he heard the footsteps of Dr.Letsom; and the next minute the doctor was standing before him, with a grave look on his face.
"You have a little daughter," he said--"a beautiful little girl--but your wife is in danger; you had better come and see her." Even he--the doctor--accustomed to scenes of sorrow and desolation was startled by the cry of pain that came from the young man's lips..