de voman," said Mr. Swartz, pointing to Mrs. Wentworth. "Dis
is de voman who shtole mine monish."

As he spoke she turned her face towards him, but the mute anguish of
the mother did not cause a sentiment of regret to enter Mr. Swartz's
heart, at the part he was acting towards her.

"Arrest her," continued Mr. Swartz, "I vant you to take her to de
jail, where she can be examined, and to-morrow morning I can have her
up before de Mayor."

"Not to-night," exclaimed Mrs. Wentworth in a hollow voice. "Leave me
with the dead body of my child; after she is buried you can do as you
please with me."

"I knows better tan to do dat," observed Mr. Swartz, "by to-morrow
morning you vould be a pretty far avay from Shackson."

"I will not move from this cabin an inch further than to the burial
ground," replied Mrs. Wentworth, "but if you fear it is my intention
to escape, let one of your policemen remain here and watch me to
night."

Mr. Swartz stepped to the threshold of the door, and consulted the two
men on the possibility of complying with her request, but one refused
through superstition, while the other declined in consequence of his
being on the night watch.

"I can't agree to your vishes," said Mr. Swartz, as soon as the
conference was over, and he returned to the bedside. "De policemen
vont remain here."

"Then do you trust me," she replied. "By the holy name of God, I
implore you not to tear me from the body of my child, but if that name
has no weight with you, and as I perceive it is useless to appeal to
you by the sacred tenets of Christianity, let me pray you, that as a
man, you will not descend to such brutality as to force me from the
dead body that now lies before you, and deprive me of performing the
last sad rites over her. In the name of all that is humane, I plead to
you, and, oh, God! let my supplications be answered."

"Dere is no use of you talking in dat vay to me," said Mr. Swartz in a
coarse and brutal tone. "It vas in de same sthyle dat you vent on dis
morning, ven you vas begging me, and den you afterwards shtole my
monish."

As he finished speaking, the old negro entered the cabin, and
perceiving the intruders, enquired the cause of their presence. The
Catholic who was an Irishman, briefly explained the object of their
visit to the astonished old woman, who never conceived for a moment
that Mrs. Wentworth had been guilty of theft.

"De Lor!" she exclaimed, as soon as her informant had conc