CHAPTER TWELFTH.
THE STARVING CHILDREN.
Long weeks rolled on, and the small sum possessed by Mrs.Wentworth, had been entirely exhausted.

She had, however, by sewing, contrived to supply herself and children with food.

It was the same old tale of sleepless nights of toil.

Often the grey streak which heralds the morning, would find her still pouring over her work, while her two children were sleeping on the bed in one corner of the room.

At times she would cease her work, and think for long hours on the loved husband, now a prisoner in the hands of the Federals.