CHAPTER XXII.
An Anxious Day.
Esther Ellis, devoured with anxiety respecting the safety of her father and the Garies, paced with impatient step up and down the drawing-room.

Opening the window, she looked to see if she could discover any signs of day.

"It's pitchy dark," she exclaimed, "and yet almost five o'clock.

Father has run a fearful risk.

I hope nothing has happened to him." "I trust not.