CHAPTER XXII.
"_When we see the dishonor of a thing, then it is time to renounce it._" Plutarch A letter which Sallie wrote to Jim a few weeks after his departure tells its own story, and hence shall be repeated here.
* * * * * Philadelphia, October 29, 1863.
Dear Jim:-- I take my pen in hand this morning to write you a letter, and to tell you the news, though I don't know much of the last except about Frankie and myself.

However, I suppose you will care more to hear that than any other, so I will begin.
Maybe you will be surprised to hear that Frankie and I are at Mr.
Ercildoune's.

Well, we are,--and I will tell you how it came about.

Not long after you went away, Frank began to pine, and look droopy.

There wasn't any use in giving him medicine, for it didn't do him a bit of good.