Though she did not recognize me, an intuitive knowledge of who I was, possessed her, and her first request was that you should be sent to her.

Your little boy is now with her and she awaits your arrival." Taking Alfred by the hand and followed by Harry, the doctor led the way to the chamber of the dying wife.

The child was sitting on the bed with his mothers arms around his neck.

Emma, Elsie, and the old negro were standing at the bedside looking sorrowfully at Mrs.Wentworth.

As soon as her husband entered, they made way for him to approach.
"Alfred, my husband" exclaimed Mrs.Wentworth, extending her arms, "I am so glad you have come that I can see you once more before I die." "Eva, my heart strings are torn with agony to see you thus" he replied raising her gently and pillowing his head on her bosom, "Oh! my wife, that this should be the end of all my hopes.