"When I had succeeded in partially soothing her, she began the story of her married life, how that little by little their happiness melted away; he, as she invariably called Mr. Tracy, became engrossed in business, writing speeches, etc., until his affection for her seemed wholly gone. "'It is hard for me to accuse him,' she said hesitating, 'but I'm afraid his kind of religion didn't restrain him from doing whatever he thought for his own interest.' "At any rate it wasn't of the kind to make him happy. As to his business, he never consulted me, and I never offered any advice. But once I begged him not to annoy Helen with Roswell's attentions. I saw she didn't fancy him, though I think if he could have had a happy home, he would have been a good man. Just before the—the crash,' she said, hesitating, 'he came up to my chamber and put this into my hands.' "'"There Cynthy," he said, "I've made over this house and fifty thousand dollars to you. If anything happens to me in business, we can live on that." "'When I heard what had been done, I was frightened, and if I could have got my husband out of the Penitentiary, I wont deny I should have kept the fifty thousand and gone off with him. But since it is as it is, I feel that I can't keep it, and so I brought it to-day. "'"If he doesn't scorn me. If his prayer was an earnest one," I said to myself, "and he forgives my husband, I'll give it to him." Here it is!' "I read it, not without emotion, of course, and then I explained to her that the paper wasn't worth a straw to her. But it was worth thirty thousand dollars to me, and fifteen thousand to young Quincy, her husband's other ward. I went to a memorandum book where I had noted down the amount of stock in this bank and that, which had mysteriously disappeared, and I showed her that on her paper the very same bank stock was made over to her for their joint use. I told her too, that Quincy's lawyer had obtained a clue to this very document, and that whenever she went to draw the money, he would pounce upon her as an accomplice in the fraud. "Poor woman, I really pitied her more than I can express. "'I knew nothing about it, nothing at all,' she repeated, tearfully. 'I'm so glad I didn't keep it. I never cared to be rich.' "'Now,' I said, 'tell me how I can help you?' "She hid her face in her handkerchief and wept. "'They tell me,' she said, 'that he is not as he was, that he is not a proper subject for the Penitentiary. If you went with a physician, perhaps they would let him out. I'll promise to take care of him. He can't hurt anybody now. I'll work and support him.' "I'm afraid that will be impossible,' I answered, 'but I will try. I'll see the physician who attends the prisoners, at once, and do all I can for you.' "She wrung my hand at parting. 'I believe it,' she exclaimed. 'I believe what our minister said once,— "'"There is a difference between professing religion and possessing it."