With a dogged, and I fancied disappointed air, Atkins bade me stand forth. Right willingly I obeyed; and appearing before Mr. Moodwell, with a smiling, hopeful face, I am not surprised that he was pleased with me, and readily paid down the price of a thousand dollars that was demanded by Atkins. When I saw the writings drawn up, and became aware that I had passed out of the trader's possession, and could remain near Henry, I lifted my eyes to Heaven, breathing out an ardent act of adoration and gratitude. Quickly Henry stood beside me, and clasping my yielding hand within his own, whispered, "You are safe, dear Ann." I had no words wherewith to express my thankfulness; but the happy tears that glistened in my eyes, and the warm pressure of the hand that I gave, assured him of the sincerity of my gratitude. My trunk was very soon taken down from the top of the omnibus and shouldered by Henry. Looking up at my companions, I beheld the savagely-stern face of Charles; and thinking of his troubles, I blamed myself for having given up to selfish joy, when such agony was within my sight. I rushed up to the side of the omnibus and extended my hand to him. "God has taken care of you," he said, with a groan, "but I am forgotten!" "Don't despair of His mercy, Charley." More I could not say; for the order was given them to start, and the heavy vehicle rolled away. As I turned toward Henry he remarked the shadow upon my brow, and tenderly inquired the cause. "I am distressed for Charley." "Poor fellow! I would that I had the power to relieve him." "Come on, come on," said Mr. Moodwell, and we followed him to the G---- House, where I found Louise, anxiously waiting for me. "You are safe, thank Heaven!" she exclaimed, and joyful tears were rolling down her smooth cheeks. The reaction of feeling was too powerful for me, and my health sank under it. I was very ill for several weeks, with fever. Louise and Henry nursed me faithfully. Mr. Moodwell had purchased me for a maiden sister of his, who was then travelling in the Southern States, and I was left at the G---- House until I should get well, at which time, if she should not have returned, I was to be hired out until she came. I recollect well when I first opened my eyes, after an illness of weeks. I was lying on a nice bed in Louise's room. As it was a cool evening in the early October, there was a small comfort-diffusing fire burning in the grate; and on a little stand, beside my bed, was a very pretty and fragrant bouquet. Seated near me, with my hand in his, was the one being on earth whom I best loved. He was singing in a low, musical tone, the touching Ethiopian melody of "Old Folks at Home." Slowly my eyes opened upon the pleasant scene! Looking into his deep, witching eyes, I murmured low, whilst my hand returned the pressure of his, "Is it you, dear Henry?"