Densie too was cared for kindly, soothingly; for the poor old woman was nearly crushed with all she had heard; and Alice, as she left her upon the bed, heard her muttering deliriously to herself: "She wouldn't let her own mother eat with her.

She compared me to a white nigger; and can I receive her now?
No, no; and she don't wish it.
Yet I pitied her when her heart snapped to pieces there in the middle of the room; poor girl, poor girl!" When Alice returned again to the parlor, the convict had gone.

There had been a short consultation between himself and the doctor, an engagement to meet in Cincinnati to arrange their plan of search; and then he had turned again to his once wife, still sitting in her corner, motionless, white, and paralyzed with nervous terror.
"You need not fear me, Eliza," he said, kindly, "I shall probably never trouble you again; and though you have no cause to believe my word, I tell you solemnly that I will never rest until I have found our daughter, and sent her back to you.

Be kind to Densie Densmore; she was more sinned against than sinning.

Good-by, Eliza, good-by." He did not offer her his hand; he knew she would not touch it; but with one farewell look of contrition and regret, he left her, and mounting the horse which had brought him there, he dashed away from Spring Bank, just as Colonel Tiffton reined up to the gate.
Nell would give him no peace until he went over to see what it all meant and if there really was to be no wedding.