terday. The Judge told them they could see the
prisoner to-day."

"The hour for visitors," said Mr. Cowan, "is three in the afternoon."

"Could you not let her in now? She has already waited for hours at
the door this morning, and on being refused went home broken-hearted.
She does not understand our ways and is very timid. I wish you could
let her in now while I am here."

Mr. Cowan hesitated. "I should greatly like to oblige you,
Mrs. French. You know that. Sit down, and I will see. Let that
woman and her children in," he said to the guard.

The guard went sullenly to the door, followed by Mrs. French.

"Come in here," he said in a gruff voice.

Mrs. French hurried past him, took Paulina by the arm, and
saying, "Come in and sit down," led her to a bench and sat
beside her. "It's all right," she whispered. "I am sure you
can see your husband. Tell her," she said to Irma.

In a short time Mr. Cowan came back.

"They may see him," he said. "It is against all discipline,
but it is pretty hard to resist Mrs. French," he continued,
turning to the doctor.

"It is quite useless trying," said the doctor; "I have long ago
discovered that."

"Come," said that little lady, leading Paulina to the door of the cell.

The guard turned the lock, shot back the bolts, opened the door
and motioning with his hand, said gruffly to Paulina, "Go in."

The woman looked into the cell in shrinking fear.

"Go on," said Mrs. French in an encouraging voice, patting her on
the shoulder, "I will wait here."

Clinging to one another, the woman and children passed in through
the door which the guard closed behind them with a reverberating
clang. Mrs. French sat on the bench outside, her face cast down,
her eyes closed. Now and then through the grating of the door rose
and fell a sound of voices mingled with that of sobs and weeping,
hearing which, Mrs. French covered her face with her hands, while
the tears trickled down through her fingers.

As she sat there, the door-bell rang and two Galician men appeared,
seeking admission.

"We come to see Kalmar," said one of them.

Mrs. French came eagerly forward. "Oh, let them come in, please.
They are friends of the prisoner. I know them."

Without a word the guard turned from her, strode to the office
where Mr. Cowan sat in conversation with the doctor, and in a
few moments returned with permission for the men to enter.

"Sit down there," he said, pointing to a bench on the opposite