Release from that prison had been the woman's prayer, year in and year out, these ten years, and Death was the bearer of the answer to that prayer,not her husband.

"White wine, or red, did you say, Anne, and a little ginger?" "Is she never coming?" was again the call; and Lady Archfield muttering, "Was there ever such an impatient poppet?" released Anne, who was instantly pounced upon by young Mrs. Archfield.

"The Release" is a puzzler.

But of all stale, flat, and unprofitable stories, this releasing of prisoners from Moyamensing was the worst.