If guilty, he would be sentenced to a term of imprisonment, and she would never see him return to his old home as she had once so confidently expected.

She had nothing now to live for.

Her dear brother Manasseh was restored to his family, and she was ready to die.
"Brother," she gently entreated, as she lay on her bed of pain, "if he should by any chance ever come back to us, promise me to treat him as you would if I were still here.

You will promise me that, won't you ?" A silent nod of Manasseh's bowed head was her sufficient assurance that her slightest wish would be respected.
"And even though he may never come back, I wish you to make my resting-place in the rocks large enough for two.

Perhaps he will return sometime, when he sees his life drawing to a close, and he may be glad to find a place ready for him by my side.