"Could her constitution sustain the frenzied excitement she now labors under, I would have some hope, but the months of wretchedness she has passed through, has so weakened her frame that nothing remains but a wreck of what was once a healthy woman." "This is bad news," remarked Harry, "and I fear it will have a sad effect upon Alfred.

I have been overcome with sympathy at observing his silent grief at the bedside of his raving wife, and several times I have heard him mutter, 'never mind, my darling, you will soon recover, and then we will be happy.' Unfortunate man! Could there be the slightest possibility of saving his wife, I am certain you would not despair." "I do not yet despair," replied the doctor, "although I fear very much her case is hopeless.

I have sent for Dr.Mallard and Dr.Purtell; when they have seen Mrs.Wentworth, we will have a consultation, and I trust some good will accrue from it.

By the way," he continued, changing the conversation, "have you heard what has become of the supposed spy arrested in the court house ?" "I heard on yesterday that his trunks had been searched, but nothing had been discovered in them, beyond the fact that he was Mr.Awtry, and not an Englishman, as he pretended to be." "Have they discharged him ?" inquired the doctor.
"Oh no;" Harry replied, "the fact of his assuming a false character was deemed sufficient evidence to keep him in prison until further discoveries are made." "It is very likely, then, that he will eventually pay the penalty of his crimes," observed the doctor.
"Yes; and I trust it will not be long before he suffers death," Harry answered, and then added: "I am not bloodthirsty, nor do I favor the hoisting of the black flag, as so many appear desirous of doing.

But for a wretch like Awtry, I have not the slightest pity, and would hear of his execution with pleasure.