CHAPTER XXI.
More Horrors.
Unaware of the impending danger, Mr.Garie sat watching by the bedside of his wife.

She had been quite ill; but on the evening of which we write, although nervous and wakeful, was much better.

The bleak winds of the fast approaching winter dealt unkindly with her delicate frame, accustomed as she was to the soft breezes of her Southern home.
Mr.Garie had been sitting up looking at the fires in the lower part of the city.

Not having been out all that day or the one previous, he knew nothing of the fearful state into which matters had fallen.
"Those lights are dying away, my dear," said he to his wife; "there must have been quite an extensive conflagration." Taking out his watch, he continued, "almost two o'clock; why, how late I've been sitting up.

I really don't know whether it's worth while to go to bed or not, I should be obliged to get up again at five o'clock; I go to New York to-morrow, or rather to-day; there are some matters connected with Uncle John's will that require my personal attention.