impress strangers who knew nothing of the circumstances with the conviction of her insanity. Wishing to turn this fact to his own advantage Mr. Carleton took with him one day a friend of his to visit her, an unscrupulous lawyer. The sight of her husband and his cruel indifference to her agony at thus being separated from her children stung her to madness. Her eyes flashed, and in no very tender tones she called God to witness that vengeance would one day be visited on his head. The lawyer shook his head with that complacent acquiescence in the wishes of his client so agreeable to his pocket, if not to his conscience.
The thought of appealing to Mr. Livingston again flashed across her mind, but how was a question. Every avenue of communication with her friends was cut off except by letter, and even that must be submitted to the inspection of those who were ignorant of her misfortunes and in sympathy with her husband.
While pondering upon this subject one day, her young attendant, as if divining her thoughts, said with an abruptness and decision that surprised Mrs. Carleton, "If you want to send a letter to any body I will put it in the Post Office."
Looking at her with doubt and astonishment she replied, "They would not allow you to do that."
The little wise-acre with the most innocent simplicity remarked with a knowing smile, "I go just where I please."
Mrs. Carleton hesitated a moment about the propriety of sending her on an errand so utterly at variance with the established rules, but as it involved
