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A RECONCILIATION. 87 before he had thought of adopting the wild and solitary_life of a hunter, and he had loved her ardently. He had been separated from her through the wiles and influence of her brother, by which mutual distrust had been engendered be- tween the young couple, and he had been induced to believe that she repented of her marriage, that she hated him and his people, and that she feared. him as much as she disliked him. Anna, also, had been persuaded that her husband had ceased to love her, that he was a heartless brute, and that he had sworn to take her life. Impelled by fear, she fled with her child, and concealed herself from him, In an altercation with her brother, after she had left him, he wounded the Mexican; and believed that he had killed him. He was obliged, therefore, to leave that part of the country, and he betook to the wilderness, cherishing a profound dislike toward all women. He had recovered his wife at an age when time had tem- pered the passions of both, and had made them reasonable. He was so rejoiced to find her, and to know that she was his own again, that the intense desire for escape, by which he had lately been animated, was changed to a wish to re- main where he was, to enjoy her society and. that of his child. He had also regained possession of his rifle, which had been, a short time ago, the dearest object of his life, and he was quite contented. In fact, he would have been more will- iné to bar the door of his prison on the inside, than to open it. He slept peacefully that night, and had pleasant dreams. He could not help, however, feeling troubled about his two friends, Lieutenant Bent and Luke Royston, who had been captured with him, who had been separated from him, and whose fate and whereabouts were unknown to him. He felt that, as it was possible for him to haye egress from his prison, he ought to endeavor to do something for them, and he resoly- ed that he would. He felt, also, that his duty to his country required him to make some effort to give information to ‘the American authorities of the contemplated insurrection which had been disclosed to him; but there were so many obstacles in the way of the task, and it would interfere so directly with bis wish to render assistance to his friends, that he was inclined to let this duly pass. * ‘ comicbooks-con