But from whence was aid to come?  He had not spent an idle moment since he came to his store in the morning, and had so fully passed over the limits within which his resources lay, that little ground yet remained to be broken, and the promise of that was small.

While Ellis stood meditating, in much perplexity of mind, what step next to take, a man entered his store, and, approaching him, read aloud from a paper which he drew from his pocket, a summons to answer before an alderman in the case of Carlton, who had brought separate suits on his due-bills, each being for an amount less than one hundred dollars.

“Very well, I will attend to it,” said Ellis in a voice of assumed calmness, and the officer retired.

Slowly seating himself in a chair that stood by a low writing-desk, the unhappy man tried to compose his thoughts, in order that he might see precisely in what position this new move would place him.  He could bring nothing in bar of Carlton’s claim unless the plea of its being a gambling debt were urged; and that would only ruin his credit in the business community.  A hearing of the case was to take place in a week, when judgment would go against him, and then the quick work of an execution would render the immediate payment of the five hundred dollars necessary.  All this Ellis revolved in his thoughts, and then deliberately asked himself the question, if it were not better to give up at once.  For a brief space of time, in the exhausted state produced by the un-equal struggle in which he was engaged, he felt like abandoning every thing; but a too-vivid realization of the consequences that would inevitably follow spurred his mind into a resolution to make one more vigorous effort to overcome the remaining difficulties of the day.  With this new purpose, came a new suggestion of means, and he was in the act of leaving his store to call upon a friend not before thought of, when a carpet dealer, whom he knew very well, came in, and presented a bill.

“What is this?” asked Mr. Ellis.

“The bill for your parlour carpets,” was answered.

“What parlour carpets?  You are in an error.  We have no new parlour carpets.  The bill is meant for some one else.”

“Oh, no,” returned the man, smiling.  “The carpets were ordered two weeks ago; and this morning they were put down by the upholsterer.”

“Who ordered them?”

“Mrs. Ellis.”

“She did!”

“Yes; and directed the bill sent in to you?”

“What is the amount?”

“One hundred and sixty-eight dollars.”

“Very well,” said Ellis, controlling himself, “I will attend to it.”

The man retired, leaving the mind of Ellis in a complete sea of agitation.

“If this be so,” he muttered in a low, angry voice, “then is all over!  To struggle against such odds is hopeless.  But I cannot believe it.  There is—­there must be an error.  The carpets are not mine.  He has mistaken some other woman for my wife, and some other dwelling for mine.  Yes, yes, it must be so.  Cara would never dare to do this!  But all doubt may be quickly settled.”