uation-sick and helpless, surrounded by foes and strangers-can hardly be described by tongue or pen. Long, weary days she lay thus, at the very verge of death — the court-martial which had been appointed to investigate her case had not yet been able to agree upon a verdict, and imagination added its horrors to the dread reality of her situation.
Ten days thus passed, with the dread of death in its most ignominious form, hanging, like the sword of Damocles, ever above her head.
Finally, Captain Pedden brought to her the unwelcome news which he tenderly broke to her, that she had been found guilty and that she was condemned to be hanged as a spy.
The situation of our heroine, mental and physical, was now deplorable in the extreme.
Condemned to death upon the gallows, surrounded by foes, with her fate unknown, even to her friends, hers was indeed a position to shake the hearts of the strongest and firmest.
Yet there was a small ray of hope that illumined the darkness of this dismal