CHAPTER TENTH.
THE NEW HOME.
Mrs.Wentworth followed the boy till he arrived in front of series of wretched looking rooms, situated on one of the miserable lanes with which Jackson abounds.

Stopping in front of one of them, he pointed to it, and with no other words than "Dem is de room, ma'm," walked off.
Taking the key, which Mr.Elder had previously given her, she opened the door and entered.
Mrs.Wentworth's heart sank within her as she viewed the wretched looking apartment.

The interior of the room was exceedingly dirty, while the faded paper, which once gaudily adorned it, now hung in shreds from the walls.

The fireplace was broken up, and disgusting words were written in every part of the room.

It had been, in fact, the lodging of a woman of dissolute character, who had been accustomed to gather a crowd of debauched characters in her apartment nightly, but who, from a failure to pay her rent, had been turned out by Mr.
Elder.