The litter was borne by Uncle Nathan
and Pat, while Dalhousie walked by its side, to cheer the heart of his
wife by promises of future joy, which the uncertain future might never
redeem.
Mr. Faxon received the party with scarcely an inquiry as to the nature
of the misfortune which brought them to his door. There was a person in
distress, and this was all his great, sympathetic heart needed to bid
him open wide his doors.
Delia Dalhousie was placed upon a bed, a negro was despatched for a
physician, and every effort used to alleviate her physical and mental
sufferings.
After the wants of the sufferers had been supplied, Mr. Faxon listened
with horror and indignation to the tale of Dalhousie's confinement, and
the causes which led to it; for the overseer was so candid as to relate
all, not even omitting the bribe he had agreed to take of Jaspar.
"It is thus, Mr. Dalhousie, that our plans are defeated, when they are
unworthy," said he. "Let this be a lesson to you for the future. Never
do or countenance a wrong action, and, whatever befalls you in this
changing world, you will have an approving conscience to smile upon you,
and lighten the darkest hour of adversity.
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