"Near this spot lie the remains of REV. TITUS BATES, for two years Pastor of this Congregation, and of PEGGY, his Wife. 'They have ceased from their labors, and their works do follow them.'" Paul's hopes fell. He walked through the village friendless, and, impelled by his swift-coming fancies, strolled far into the suburbs. A crowd was collected round a squalid negro cabin, and, less by interest than by instinct, he bent his steps toward it. "What is the matter, friend?" he asked of a bystander. "The boys hez scented kidnappers to this shanty," answered the man; "and by doggy! they going to trap 'em!" The mob seemed to be fearfully incensed as Paul pushed close to the scene. There were said to be two of the man-stealers, both of whom had been very daring and successful. He heard their names called as Peter Gettis and Dave Goule, and the opinion was expressed that the first-named would not yield without a desperate struggle. The mob was hot and clamorous, and while a selected committee entered the den to search it, the rest brandished clubs and knives, and yelled for justice and blood. Word came at length that the kidnappers were concealed beneath the floor of the cabin; and at the hint, a score of stalwart fellows began to pull up the planks, while their associates formed a wide circle around, prepared to prevent escape. Finally, the cry arose: "Here they air! This is them! Drag 'em out! Whoo-oop!" The men within the cabin rushed through the doors and windows as if pursued, and a stalwart negro, with bloodshot eyes, almost naked, and flourishing a huge knife, staggered to the threshold, and glared fiercely round him. The circle stood firm; some were clubbing their cudgels, others lifting their blades, and here and there along the line rang out the click of a pistol. "Come, Pete," cried one of the ringleaders; "you're treed, Pete! Don't be a fool, but give yourself in." The negro gnashed his teeth, and his wild eyes glared like coals of fire. "Do you give me faih-play?" he bellowed, extending the knife. "Yes, Pete, yes," answered the multitude. "Then look heah," answered the wretch, drawing his knife across his throat. He staggered into the air like an ox, cursing as he came. They parted to avoid him, and as he reached a fence, a few rods from the cabin, he leaned upon it, and swaying to and fro, raised his horrible eyes to the sky. Paul recognized his ancient captor with a thrill and a silent prayer. Vengeance had come in His own good time, and Paul felt no bitterness toward the poor fellow, but prayed forgiveness for his slipping soul.