Rosa at once drew her curtain and bolted the door.

But Tulee soon came rapping gently, saying, "It's only I, Missy Rosy." As the door partially opened, she said, "It's a friend Madame has sent ye." Rosa, stepping forward, recognized Mr.Duroy, the cousin in whose clothes Madame had escaped with them from New Orleans.

She was very slightly acquainted with him, but it was such a comfort to see any one who knew of the old times that she could hardly refrain from throwing herself on his neck and bursting into tears.

As she grasped his hand with a close pressure, he felt the thinness of her emaciated fingers.

The paleness of her cheeks, and the saddened expression of her large eyes, excited his compassion.