His voice, full of love, sounded in her ear like the sweetest music ever played by the angels of God. At the sound of her name she turned round and looked anxiously in his face--a moment more, and he had scarcely finished speaking, before she had thrown herself in his arms. "Alfred! my husband!" she murmured, as she pillowed her head in his bosom, "at last--at last!" "Oh, Heavenly Father!" exclaimed Alfred, raising her head and gazing fondly at the wan and emaciated features of his wife "_is this_ all I find?" His words were those of anguish, wrung out from a tortured heart. It was not so he expected to meet his wife. "Rise, darling," he continued, "rise, and let us leave this place--let us go where friends are." She rose up, and leaning on his arm, moved off, when he suddenly confronted Awtry, who had stood with anxious and palpitating heart for the closing of the scene. "Stay awhile, dearest," Alfred went on, as soon as he perceived Awtry, "Look at this man--do you know him?" Mrs. Wentworth looked at him for some time, but failed to recognize Awtry. "I do not know him," she said, shaking her head. "This is very strange conduct on your part, Mr. Wentworth," said Awtry, believing himself safe. "Ha!" exclaimed Mrs. Wentworth, "it is his voice. It is Awtry--there he is--I know him now," and she fainted in her husband's arms. "Seize that man!" thundered Harry, who was standing near Alfred, "he is a spy." In an instant, Awtry was secured and hurried of to prison. Mrs. Wentworth was conducted by Harry and her husband to Dr. Humphries', where we leave them for awhile. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINTH. THE EYE OF GOD--THE MANIAC WIFE. Pardon us, kind reader, for digressing for awhile from the sad tale it has been our lot to give you, to remark on the strange fancies which govern the minds of a large majority. So inscrutable do the works of the Almighty appear, that we believe all the ills of this world are evoked by Him for some good end. In a measure this is correct. When sinful mortals are burdened with sorrow and affliction, we can recognize in them the chastening hand of God, for under such weight of suffering the soul is apt to pass through purified of the blackness and corruption which darkened and rendered it odious to the good. Here we see the benefits accruing from trouble and distress. We behold the sinner being punished for his transgression, and to the righteous and good, these afflictions are welcomed as the saving of one more soul from the grasp of hell. But how is it when the innocent suffer? It is not the work of the Eternal. High up in the celestial realms, His eyes are turned towards earth to punish the guilty and reward the innocent, and in His works we find no instance where the hands of adversity and suffering have fallen upon those who deserved reward. Where the guiltless are found suffering, He relieves their necessities, and brings them once more that happiness which they deserve on earth.