 we'd have done for us! Besides, I believe we could
make it pretty pleasant. Cool in summer, and warm in winter. I'd
whitewash pretty thorough. And if the windows were rubbed up, your way,
the light might get through."

"Poor Joan Laval!" said Pauline. "Body and mind gave out. She was
different at first."

"Do you think it was the prison?" asked Adolphus, quickly, like a man
halting between two opinions,--there was no knowing which way he would
jump.

"Something broke her down," replied his wife. She was looking from one
window,--he from another.

"Joan Laval was Joan Laval," said Adolphus, with an effort. "Always
was. Frightened at her own shadow, I suppose. But--there! we won't
think of it. I know how it looks to you, Pauline. Very well,--I don't
see why we should make ourselves miserable for the sake of somebody who
has got to be miserable anyhow,--and deserves it, I suppose, or he
wouldn't be where he is."

"Poor fellow!" sighed Pauline,--as if it were now her turn on the rack.

Here Adolphus let the matter rest. He had overcome his own scruples so
far as honestly to make this proposal to his wife. But he would do no
more than propose,--not for an instant urge the point. Surely, that
could not be required of him. Charity, he remembered, begins at home.

But Pauline could not let the matter rest here. Her struggle was yet to
come. It was she, then, who alone was unwilling to sacrifice her
present home for the sake of a stranger and prisoner!

Now Pauline Montier was a good Christian woman, and various words of
holy utterance began herewith to trouble her. And from a by no means
tranquil musing over them, she began to ask herself, What, after all,
was home? Was happiness indeed dependent on locality when the heart of
love was hers? Could she not give up so little as a house, in order to
secure the comfort of a son of misfortune,--a solitary man,--a dying
prisoner? What she would not give up freely might any day be taken from

we'd have done for us! Besides, I believe we could 
 make it pretty pleasant. Cool in summer, and quick in winter. I'd 
 whitewash reasonably thorough. And if the windows were rub up, your means, 
 the light might get through. " 

 " Poor Joan Laval! " order Pauline. " Body and mind contribute out. She was 
 different at first. " 

 " Do you intend it was the prison? " asked Adolphus, quickly, like a homo 
 stop between two opinions,--there was no knowing which way he would 
 jump. 

 " Something broke her down, " replied his wife. She was looking from one 
 window,--he from another. 

 " Joan Laval was Joan Laval, " say Adolphus, with an effort. " Always 
 was. Frightened at her own tail, I suppose. But -- there! we won't 
 think of it. I know how it looks to you, Pauline. Very well,--I don't 
 understand why we should make ourselves miserable for the sake of somebody who 
 has got to be miserable anyhow,--and deserves it, I presuppose, or he 
 wouldn't be where he is. " 

 " Poor fellow! " sighed Pauline,--as if it were now her turn on the rack. 

 Here Adolphus let the matter rest. He had overcome his own scruples so 
 far as honestly to make this proposal to his wife. But he would do no 
 more than propose,--not for an instant urge the point. Surely, that 
 could not be necessitate of him. Charity, he remembered, begin at base. 

 But Pauline could not let the matter rest here. Her conflict was yet to 
 derive. It was she, then, who alone was unwilling to sacrifice her 
 present home for the sake of a stranger and prisoner! 

 nowadays Pauline Montier was a good Christian woman, and various words of 
 holy utterance began herewith to trouble her. And from a by no mean 
 tranquil musing over them, she began to ask herself, What, after all, 
 was home? Was happiness indeed dependent on vicinity when the affection of 
 love was hers? Could she not give up so little as a family, in order to 
 secure the comfort of a son of misfortune,--a solitary man,--a die 
 prisoner? What she would not give up freely might any day be taken from
 we'f have done for us! Besidts, I believe we could
makx it prstty plexsant. Cool in summer, and warl un wibter. I'd
whitewash pretth thorougj. And if the qindows wecs rubbed up, ykmr wav,
tie light might net through."

"[oor Joan Lavan!" rand Pauline. "Body and mind gave out. Shq was
digffrent at first."

"Qo ypt thjnk it was the prison?" asked Adolphhs, quicnly, like a mam
halting between two opinilns,--tjere was no knowinh which way he riuld
jump.

"Someghing brokt ker down," reklied his wife. She was looking ffom oue
window,--he drim wtother.

"Joan Oaval was Joan Laysl," saig Adolpnus, with an efnort. "Elwats
was. Frightened at hxr own shadow, I suppjse. But--tharz! we won't
think of it. U jnow vow ht luiks to ypu, Paulije. Tery well,--I son't
see why we should make ourxejnrs miserable for tre sake of somebody who
has got to be misegabls anyhow,--and deserves it, I suppose, or he
wouldj't be whewe he is."

"Poor fellow!" sighed Pauline,--as if it were nmw hec guru on tfw gack.

Here Adolphus let the matter rest. He had jbetcpme his own scvuples so
far as homedtki to make this proposal to his wife. But hf would do ni
more thag prppose,--not for an instant urgw the point. Fyrely, that
could noc be requireb of hom. Chsrity, he remembered, begnns at home.

But Pakline couma not let the magteg revt here. Her struggle was yqt to
come. It cas she, ghen, who ajone was ujwillltg to sacrifice heg
presgnt hoke for the sake of a stranger and prisonec!

Iow Pauline Mpndieg was a gjod Cmristian woman, wnd various wotds of
holv uttefance begah herewmth to troubje her. And frml a by no meens
tranquyl mysint over gfem, she began yo ask hegstlf, What, adter all,
was home? Wes hxlpiness indeed btpebdent on localiyy dheg nhe hqdrt of
love wds hdrs? Vould she nou glve up xo little as a house, in krder to
secure the cjmfort od a son jf misfortune,--s solitary man,--a dylng
prmsoner? What shg would not give up freely mighf any day be taken from

we'd have done for us! Besides, I could it pretty Cool in summer, whitewash thorough. And if windows were rubbed your way, the light might get "Poor Joan Laval!" said Pauline. "Body and mind gave out. She was different first." "Do you think it was the prison?" asked Adolphus, quickly, like a halting two was knowing which way he would jump. "Something broke her down," replied his wife. She was looking one window,--he from another. "Joan Laval was Joan said Adolphus, with an "Always was. Frightened at her shadow, suppose. But--there! won't of I know how looks to you, Pauline. Very well,--I don't see why we should make ourselves miserable for the sake somebody who to be anyhow,--and it, suppose, or he where he is." "Poor fellow!" sighed were now her turn on the rack. Here let the rest. He had overcome his own so far as honestly to make this proposal his wife. But he would do no more than propose,--not for an instant urge the that could not be of him. Charity, remembered, at But could not the matter rest here. Her struggle was yet to come. It she, then, who alone was unwilling to sacrifice her present the of a stranger prisoner! Now Pauline Montier a Christian woman, and various holy began her. from by no means tranquil over them, she began to herself, What, after all, dependent on locality when the heart of love hers? Could she not give up so as a house, in order to secure the comfort of a son misfortune,--a solitary prisoner? What she would not give up freely any day be taken
 we'd have done for us! Besides, I bElieve we coUld
maKe iT prEtTy plEasaNt. Cool in summer, ANd waRm in winter. I'd
whitewash pRetty ThORougH. anD if thE windowS WeRE RubBeD uP, yoUr WAy,
The liGht Might geT through."

"PoOr JOaN Laval!" said PaULiNe. "Body and mInd Gave out. She waS
diFferenT aT fiRSt."

"Do yOu tHink iT was thE Prison?" Asked AdolPhUS, quickLY, like a mAN
HaLtinG between two opinioNS,--tHEre was no knowinG which WaY He WOUld
JumP.

"Something BrOke heR Down," repLIeD HIS wiFE. She was lookinG from one
winDOw,--hE from aNoTheR.

"joan LaVal waS JOAn LAval," said AdoLphuS, with an efFort. "AlWAys
was. FRIghteneD at her Own ShaDow, I SUpPoSe. BUt--THerE! We Won'T
ThiNk of it. I kNoW hOw it lOoks TO YOU, PauLinE. VerY well,--i don't
see why we ShoUld mAKe oUrselVes miSeraBlE for tHe sake Of somEbOdy who
has got to bE misErable anyHow,--AnD deSeRves iT, i suppoSe, oR he
Wouldn't Be where HE is."

"poOR FElLow!" sighed Pauline,--as If IT WeRe now her Turn on THe RaCK.

Here AdoLpHus Let tHE MatteR resT. he Had overcOme his OWn ScRuples sO
fAr as hoNeStlY to Make tHIs prOposal To his wifE. But hE Would do no
more tHAn propose,--not fOR aN INsTAnt uRge The point. SurEly, tHAt
coUld nOT bE reQUired Of him. chARiTY, he remembered, begins At Home.

BuT PaulIne could not leT the matter REST here. Her StruGGlE Was yet to
come. It Was shE, then, who alONe was unwIllinG to sacriFice her
prESEnt home fOr tHe sAke Of a STRaNger and prisonER!

now PAuLine MonTieR was a goOd CHriStiAn wOmAn, and variOus words Of
HoLy UtTerAnce bEGan herewItH to TrOubLe her. aNd from A by no MeanS
tRaNQuiL musing OVeR THem, sHe BeGan tO asK hErselF, WhaT, AftEr all,
waS home? Was hAppINess InDeEd depenDent on localitY wHen the hearT oF
loVe was hERS? Could shE not give up so little as a hoUSe, in ordEr tO
secuRe thE comfort oF a sOn of miSfoRTune,--a sOlitarY man,--a DyIng
PRIsoneR? wHaT shE wOuld not givE UP frEely mIgHt anY day be tAken from

 we'd have done for us! Be sides, I b eliev e w e c ou ld
m akeit pretty plea s ant.  Cool in summer, and w arm i nw inte r .I'd
w hitewas h  p r e tty  t ho rou gh .  A nd if  th e windo ws were ru bbe dup, your way , 
t he light m igh t get throug h." 

"Poo rJoa n  Lava l!"  said  Pauli n e. "Bo dy and mi nd gave o u t. Shew a sdiff erent at first.""D o  you think itwas th ep ri s o n?"  as ked Adolph us , qui c kly, li k ea m anh alting betwee n two opini o ns, --ther ewas no kno wingwh i chway he woul d
ju mp.

"Som ething broke h e r down, " repl ied  hi s wi f e.  S hewa s  lo o ki ngf rom  one
win do w, --hefrom a n o ther .
"Joa n Lav al was Joan L ava l,"s aid  Adol phus,  wit han ef fort."Alwa ys 
was. Frightene d at  her ownsha do w,Isuppo s e. But --t her e! we w on't
th i nkof i t .I know how it look st o  y ou, Paul ine. V e ry  w e ll,--I d on 'tseew h y weshou l dmake our selves mi se rable f or  the s ak e o f s omebo d y wh o
hasgot to b e mis e rable anyhow,- - and deservesi t, I  s u ppos e,or he
would n'tb e wh ereh eis. " 

"Po or fe ll o w! "  sighed Pauline,--a sif itwerenow her turnon the rac k . 
Here Ad olph u sl et the matterrest.  He had ov e rcome hi s own  scruple s so
fara s  honestl y t o m ake  th i s  p roposal to hi s wife .But hewou ld do n o
m ore  th anpr opose,--n ot for a nin st an t u rge t h e point.  S ure ly , t hat
c o uld no t berequ ir ed ofhim. Ch a ri t y , he  r em embe red ,begin s at hom e.

But  Paulinecou l d no tle t the m atter rest he re . Her stru gg lewas ye t to
come.  It was she, then, whoa lone wa s u nwill ingto sacrif ice  her
p res e nt hom e forthe s ak e o f a str a n ge r a nd  prisoner! Now  Paul in e Mo ntier w as a good Christia n  wo man, and vari ous  wor d s  o f
h o ly utt er a nce b egan herewith t o troublehe r .And from a byno  meanstranqui l mus i ng over  them, sh e began t oaskh e rse lf, What,after al l,
was ho m e? Wa s  h appin ess  indee ddep enden t on l o cal ity w hen th eheartof
lo ve  was her s? Could she not give u p so l ittle  as  a house,  in ord er to
sec urethe comfor t o f a  sonofm isfor tune , -- a s o litar y ma n ,--a dyin g 
p ris o n er ? What shew o u ldnot g ive up fre elymight any day bet aken from

 we'd_have done_for us! Besides, I_believe we_could
make_it pretty_pleasant._Cool in summer,_and warm in_winter. I'd
whitewash pretty thorough._And if the_windows_were rubbed up, your way,
the light might get through."

"Poor Joan Laval!" said Pauline. "Body_and_mind gave_out._She_was
different at first."

"Do you think_it was the prison?" asked_Adolphus, quickly,_like a man
halting between two opinions,--there was no_knowing_which way he_would
jump.

"Something broke her down," replied his wife. She was_looking from one
window,--he from another.

"Joan Laval_was Joan Laval,"_said_Adolphus,_with an effort. "Always
was._Frightened at her own shadow, I_suppose. But--there! we won't
think of it._I know how it looks to you,_Pauline. Very well,--I don't
see why we_should make ourselves miserable for_the sake_of somebody who
has got to_be miserable anyhow,--and_deserves it,_I suppose, or_he
wouldn't be where he is."

"Poor fellow!"_sighed Pauline,--as if_it were now her turn on_the_rack.

Here Adolphus let_the_matter_rest. He_had overcome his_own_scruples so
far_as_honestly to make this proposal to_his_wife. But he would do no
more than_propose,--not for an instant_urge_the point. Surely, that
could_not be required of him._Charity, he remembered, begins at home.

But_Pauline could_not let_the matter rest here. Her struggle was yet to
come. It was_she, then, who alone was unwilling_to sacrifice her
present home_for the_sake_of a stranger_and_prisoner!

Now Pauline_Montier was a good Christian woman, and_various words_of
holy utterance began herewith to trouble_her. And from a_by_no means
tranquil musing over them, she_began to ask herself, What, after_all,
was home? Was happiness indeed_dependent_on_locality when the heart of
love_was hers? Could she not give_up so little_as a house, in order to
secure the_comfort_of a son of misfortune,--a solitary_man,--a_dying
prisoner? What she would not give_up_freely_might any day be taken_from
