I cannot imagine who sent it to me." Wynn was for a moment startled by the thought that this recipient of valuable gifts might have influential friends.

But a glance at the bare room, which looked like a camp, and the strange, unconventional garb of its occupant, restored his former convictions.

There might be a promise of intelligence, but scarcely of prosperity, in the figure before him.
"Ah! We must not forget that we are watched over in the night season," he said, laying his hand on Low's shoulder, with an illustration of celestial guardianship that would have been impious but for its palpable grotesqueness.

"No, sir, we know not what a day may bring forth." Unfortunately, Low's practical mind did not go beyond a mere human interpretation.

It was enough, however, to put a new light in his eye and a faint color in his cheek.
"Could it have been Miss Nellie ?" he asked, with half-boyish hesitation.
Mr.Wynn was too much of a Christian not to bow before what appeared to him the purely providential interposition of this suggestion.