the servant's voice and not the brother's thus recalled him was, that
the former had been kind, and his voice had ever sounded like music in
the neglected boy's ears, but the brother's voice had never had that
charm or happy association connected with it. As to little cousin
Helen,--as she was then called,--it was not strange that Miss
Huntington, after years of estrangement in India, meeting him under such
circumstances, himself so changed, should not have recalled enough of
the past to recognize him; and yet we have seen that at times she dwelt
upon the tender accents of his voice like sleeping memories, herself
quite ignorant of the cause of this peculiar influence.

She was now with her mother on shore at the mission house, in an agony
of suspense as to the result of the trial which was taking place. She
feared the worst, for Captain Bramble had taken measures to instruct
those about her to their effect that the prisoner would be found guilty,
and either strung cup by the neck at once, or be sent home to England
for the same purpose. Mrs. Huntington felt sad and borne down by the
position of affairs--for although she did not understand her daughter's
sentiments towards Captain Ratlin, yet she recognized the fact of her
and her child's indebtedness to him, and that he had evinced the
characteristics of a gentleman.

"Mother, if they find Captain Ratlin guilty, what can they, what will
they do with him?" asked Helen Huntington anxiously of her mother, on
the day of the trial.

"Why, my dear, it is terrible to think of, but the penalty of such a
crime as is charged to him, is death; but we must hope for the best,
and--why Helen, how pale you look!"