I had thought that they would lose no opportunity to manifest their sympathy with those who are now exiles from their homes, and that idea had made me feel satisfied in my mind that my wife and children would, at least, be able to find shelter." "I do not think anyone would refuse to aid your family, my dear friend," Harry observed, "although I agree with Miss Emma, that our people do not pay as much attention to refugees as they should; but the unfortunate exile will always find a sympathizing heart among our people.

You may rest assured that, wherever your wife may be, she has a home which, if not as comfortable as the one she was driven from, is at least home enough to keep herself and her children from want." Harry Shackleford judged others by the promptings of his own heart, and as he uttered these words of comfort to his friend, he little dreamed that Mrs.Wentworth was then the inmate of a prison, awaiting her trial for robbery, and that the crime had her committed through the very necessity he had so confidently asserted could never exist in the country.
"Will you take a walk to the hotel," enquired Alfred, after a few minutes of silence, "I desire to settle my bill with the clerk." "Certainly," he replied, rising from his chair, "I desire to conduct you to my home." "Good evening to you Miss Humphries," said Alfred, as he walked to the door with his friend.
She extended her hand to him as she replied, "Good evening, sir--allow me to repeat my wishes for your success in finding your wife and children." Bowing to her in reply, he left the room, accompanied by Harry.
"Do you know, Harry," he observed, as they walked towards the Bowman House, "I have a strange presentiment that all is not well with my family." "Pshaw," replied his friend, "you are as superstitious as any old woman of eighty.

Why in the name of wonder will you continue to look upon the dark side of the picture?
It is more likely that your family are now comfortably, if not happily situated.

Depend upon it, my dear friend, the world is not so cold and uncharitable as to refuse a shelter, or a meal to the unfortunate." Alfred made no reply, and they walked on in silence until the hotel was reached.

On entering the sitting room of the Bowman House, the two gentlemen were attracted by the loud talking of a group of men standing in the centre of the room.
"There stands an Englishman who lately run the blockade on a visit to the Confederacy," observed Harry as they approached the group; "let me introduce him to you." Walking up to where the Englishman was, Harry touched him lightly on the shoulder.
"How are you Lieutenant Shackleford," he said, as he turned and recognized Harry.
"Very well, Mr.Ellington," answered Harry, and then added, "allow me to introduce my friend Mr.Wentworth to you--Mr.Wentworth, Mr.
Ellington." As the name of Wentworth escaped Harry's lips the Englishman started and changed color, but quickly resuming his composure, he extended his hand to Alfred.
"I am happy to make your acquaintance, sir," he observed, and then continued, "your features resemble those of a gentleman I have not seen for years--so much, indeed, that I could not repress a start as my eyes fell upon your countenance." "I was rather surprised at seeing you start," observed Harry, "for I knew that you were not acquainted with my friend Mr.Wentworth.He was a prisoner at Camp Douglas--the prison you have read so much about--when you arrived in this country, and has only returned to the Confederacy within the last few days." "A mere resemblance to one whose intercourse with me was not fraught with many pleasant recollections," remarked Mr.Ellington.