and must be heeded by those in power. I am sorry for you, and I trust it may be possible for me to grant your request."
"But I wish it now," she urged. "He sends me word I must go home. I can't leave without seeing him. I will die first."
She drew closer and continued in throbbing tones:
"Mr. President, you are a native Carolinian—you are of Scotch Covenanter blood. You are of my own people of the great past, whose tears and sufferings are our common glory and birthright. Come, you must hear me—I will take no denial. Give me now the order to see my husband!"
The President hesitated, struggling with deep emotion, called his secretary and gave the order.
As she hurried away with Elsie, who insisted on accompanying her to the jail door, the girl said:
"Mrs. Cameron, I fear you are without money. You must let me help you until you can return it."
"You are the dearest little heart I've met in all the world, I think sometimes," said the older woman, looking at her tenderly. "I wonder how I can ever pay you for half you've done already."
"The doing of it has been its own reward," was the soft reply. "May I help you?"
"If I need it, yes. But I trust it will not be necessary. I still have a little store of gold Doctor Cameron was wise enough to hoard during the war. I brought half of it with me when I left home, and we buried the rest. I hope to find it on my return. And if we can save the twenty
