"This day, at twelve o'clock, the copper fastened brig Emily, for
Charleston. For freight or passage, apply on board."
"There's a chance for us," he said, as he finished reading the advertisement. "Let us go down and see if they won't let us work our passage out."
Logan sat thoughtful a moment, and than said, as he arose to his feet.
"Agreed. It'll be the best thing for us, as well as for our families."
When the Emily sailed, at twelve o'clock, the two men were on board.
Days came and passed, until the heart of Mrs. Logan grew sick with anxiety, fear and suspense. No word was received from her absent husband. She went to his old employer, and learned that he had been discharged; but she could find no one who had heard of him since that time. Left thus alone, with two little children, and no apparent means of support, Mrs. Logan, when she became at length clearly satisfied that he for whom she had given up every thing, had heartlessly abandoned her, felt as if there was no hope for her in the world.
"Go to your father by all means," urged the woman with whom she was still boarding. "Now that your husband has gone, he will receive you."
"I cannot," was Fanny's reply.
"But what will you do?" asked the woman.
"Work for my children," she replied, arousing herself and speaking with some resolution. "I have hands to work, and I am willing to work."