bales of cotton we have hidden we shall be relieved of want."
"I'm ashamed of my country when I think of such ignoble methods as have been used against Doctor Cameron. My father is indignant too."
The last sentence Elsie spoke with eager girlish pride.
"I am very grateful to your father for his letter. I am sorry he has left the city before I could meet and thank him personally. You must tell him for me."
At the jail the order of the President was not honoured for three hours, and Mrs. Cameron paced the street in angry impatience at first and then in dull despair.
"Do you think that man Stanton would dare defy the President?" she asked, anxiously.
"No," said Elsie, "but he is delaying as long as possible as an act of petty tyranny."
At last the messenger arrived from the War Department permitting an order of the Chief Magistrate of the Nation, the Commander-in-Chief of its Army and Navy, to be executed.
The grated door swung on its heavy hinges, and the wife and mother lay sobbing in the arms of the lover of her youth.
For two hours they poured into each other's hearts the story of their sorrows and struggles during the six fateful months that had passed. When she would return from every theme back to his danger, he would laugh her fears to scorn.
"Nonsense, my dear, I'm as innocent as a babe. Mr. Davis was suffering from erysipelas, and I kept him in
