She had had a world of trouble since she had met Jim, and the great, wholesome nature, fresh from the woods, and untouched by the trials of those with whom she was in daily association, was like a breeze in the feverish summer, fresh from the mountains.

She was, indeed, glad to see him, and surprised by the warmth of the sentiment that sprang within her heart in response to his greeting.
Miss Butterworth looked inquiringly, and with some embarrassment at the stranger.
"That's one o' yer old friends, little woman," said Jim.

"Don't give 'im the cold shoulder.

'Tain't every day as a feller comes to ye from the other side o' Jordan." Miss Butterworth naturally suspected the stranger's identity, and was carefully studying his face to assure herself that Mr.Benedict was really in her presence.

When some look of his eyes, or motion of his body, brought her the conclusive evidence of his identity, she grasped both his hands, and said: "Dear, dear, Mr.Benedict! how much you have suffered! I thank God for you, and for the good friend He has raised up to help you.