What shall we do?
J----P----,
--for Chief of Police.
Mr. Hazelton immediately telegraphed a reply, and, taking the next
train, was soon able to identify his lost wife. The sight of him
made the poor creature worse, and he was forbidden to call till she
was in a less excitable condition. In about a week, though still
suffering, she was removed to Montreal, and placed under the care of
Dr. X----, to whom I communicated what I knew concerning her
antecedents. In a comparatively short time she grew much better, and
was able to converse intelligently, the subject of her departure and
her illness being carefully avoided. Her husband attributed her
mental aberration to the old cause, although why she should have
gone to Chicago, he never could exactly understand.
Many years have now passed since these occurrences, and all the
parties to this narrative are still alive. Mrs. Hazelton has never
recovered from the effects of the shock received in Chicago, and
sits brooding mournfully and in secret over her past transgressions,
while her husband with unceasing devotion heaps coals of fire on her
head. Grandison has since moved to New York, where he married again,
and became an altered man. I met him in Montreal a short time since,
but he carefully avoided all mention of either Mr.
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