“Of course I will,” Geoffrey replied, heartily, “he is waiting at the public house in the town for me; waiting for me to come and tell him about his old home, from which he fled so many years ago, and about a certain grave, which he has imagined has lain lonely and neglected all that time, and which he was to go to visit, under cover of the darkness, upon my return.” “Poor man! poor man!” sobbed Margery, all unmindful of her own long suffering, in her sympathy for her erring husband, “but, praise the Lord, there’s no grave for him to weep over, and he can walk the earth once more and fear no man.” She arose and drew her cloak about her preparatory to going back to the town with her companion. Geoffrey insisted that she should ride, while he walked beside her and guided the horse. He saw that she was very weary, as well as weak, from her recent agitation, and not fit to walk the long distance. She demurred at first, but he would listen to no objections, and she permitted him to put her into the saddle, and then they started on their way. Geoffrey questioned her about her life during the past eighteen years, and he marveled, as he listened to her story, at the woman’s unwavering devotion and love for the man whose hand so nearly deprived her of life. She told him, as Mr. Bruce had already done, that, as soon as she was able, she had sold off all her household goods and the farm-stock, and realized over a thousand dollars. She deposited all but enough for her immediate needs in a bank of San Francisco, where she already had some money laid by, and instructed a lawyer there to use it as a reward for the discovery of her husband. She then began her own tiresome pilgrimage to search for him herself. She roved from one large city to another, stopping some time in each, now taking in washing and ironing to support herself and earn money to continue her search in the next place where she should go; going out as a servant in other places, or selling flowers or confectionery upon the corners of the streets for the same purpose, while she eagerly scanned every face she saw in the hope of somewhere and sometime coming across either Jack or the boy; she had never believed, as others did, that the latter was dead. She felt sure that Jack must have discovered some sign of life about him, and taken him away with the hope of having him restored.