CHAPTER XXX. STRANGE SHADOWS CHAPTER XXXI. NOON IN THE WOODS CHAPTER XXXII. THE BEACON FIRE CHAPTER XXXIII. ALL OR NOTHING CHAPTER XXXIV. TOWARD THE SHORE CHAPTER XXXV. UNACCOUNTABLE SYMPATHIES CHAPTER XXXVI. SOUL TORTURES CHAPTER XXXVII. DENUNCIATIONS AND REPROACHES CHAPTER XXXVIII. SHELTERED IN THE WOODS CHAPTER XXXIX. TAKEN CAPTIVE CHAPTER XL. THE ACCUSERS OF BARBARA CHAPTER XLI. BARBARA IN HER DUNGEON CHAPTER XLII. OLD FRIENDS IN COUNCIL CHAPTER XLIII. THE MINISTER'S EVIDENCE CHAPTER XLIV. PROGRESS OF THE TRIAL CHAPTER XLV. CONCLUDING TESTIMONY CHAPTER XLVI. THE STRANGE ADVOCATE CHAPTER XLVII. THE WIFE'S APPEAL CHAPTER XLVIII. THE FOREIGN PACKAGE CHAPTER XLIX. STRANGE TIDINGS CHAPTER L. BARBARA STAFFORD'S STORY CHAPTER LI. A MOTHER CHAPTER LII. THE LAST WISH CHAPTER LIII. THE PRISON WEDDING CHAPTER LIV. THE ICE COVE CHAPTER LV. CLOSING SCENES CHAPTER LVI. OVER THE WATER SILENT STRUGGLES. CHAPTER I. THE SHIP IN A STORM. A storm had been lowering all day over the harbor of Boston, heaping the horizon with vast leaden embankments of heavy vapor, and shrouding the hills with dense floating fog that clung around them in waves and masses like draperies sweeping around some old monastic ruin. As the night approached, a sharp wind came up from the east, accompanied by a drifting rain that cut through the fog like a storm of silver shot. The force of the tempest swept this away only to reveal the harbor in wild turmoil, its waters heaving shoreward filled with muttering thunders from the far off ocean, and each hill reverberating hoarsely to their impetuous charge against its foundations. It was a terrible hour for any unfortunate wayfarer who dared to be abroad. The streets of the town were almost empty, and the wharves utterly deserted save by a half dozen poor fishermen, who struggled to keep their boats from being dashed to pieces against the timbers to which they were chained. But the turbid waves leaped around and over them, tearing the cables from their hold and beating the little crafts to atoms or hurling them away like nutshells in the stormy riot. As the day wore on, even these poor fishermen retreated in-doors, leaving their little property to the tempest, and both earth and ocean were given up to the storm. But on the heights which look seaward stood two men thrown together even in that tempest into a strange and what seemed an almost unnatural companionship; for in age, character, and appearance each was a direct contrast to the other.