The true-hearted New Englander had made a
diligent search for the parties who had intrusted the will in his
keeping, but without success. He had been enabled to gain no tidings of
any of them, and was now continuing his search to the mansion of the
Dumont family.
The party reached the jail, and Dalhousie leaped into the pit, followed
by his companions. The poor wife seemed to have no realization of the
event which had set them free, and gazed with a wild stare upon her
husband and those who accompanied him.
"We are safe, Delia! we are safe!" said Dalhousie, as he proceeded to
untie the bundle of fruit.
"Safe! no, it cannot be--only a dream! But who are these persons?"
"They are friends, Delia--friends who have come to help me in saving
you. Take one of these figs, dear. They will restore you."
"Figs!" replied Delia, with a vacant look.
"Yes, dearest; taste it,"--and he placed the fruit, which he had
divested of its rind, to her lips.
The act seemed to restore her wandering mind to its equilibrium, and she
painfully lifted herself on the pallet of straw, and took the fruit in
her hand.
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