When Mrs. Hazelton began to realize that he had deserted her, she
grew frantic indeed. She would not believe it; the letters had
miscarried, or something else had interfered to prevent his writing.
She resolved that, come what would, she would go to him, and,
throwing herself at his feet, demand his protection. In the dead of
the night she collected her most valuable clothing and jewellery, and,
with a little money in her purse, stealthily left her husband's house,
carrying her bundle in her hand. She wandered about the streets till
daylight, and in the morning entered the Grand Trunk Depot in St.
Bonaventure street, and procured a ticket for Chicago. Her husband
at first thought she had merely gone to Bonsecours market to purchase
provisions for the ensuing week, and that she would shortly return.
Breakfast time came, however, and she did not return, and he began
to get uneasy; enquiries were made of neighbors and friends at whose
houses she might possibly have stayed, but no one had seen her, or
knew anything of her whereabouts. The police were next communicated
with, and a regular hue and cry was raised in the city concerning
her mysterious disappearance. In the meantime the object of their
search arrived in Chicago, and at once proceeded towards Grandison's
residence.
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