As time passed and he did not come, the superintendent seemed very much troubled. He came on the hall one day and asked me if I was sure my husband was still living in Jonesville—if he had not talked of moving somewhere else. I told him that Jonesville was his place of business, and our residence was there; but that it might be possible that he had gone away. He then asked me if there were no other friends to whom he could write. I did not want my own relatives to know how I was situated, if I could possibly avoid it, so I gave him the name of my husband’s brother. I did not know at that time that this same brother had possession of all the property my husband owned in Jonesville; that he had dealings with my husband, who was forced to leave the place on account of the sentiment against him, and had given this brother a quit-claim deed of all his property, so that he might dispose of it for him. Letters were written to this brother, but no answers returned to the asylum, only the money to pay the dues was promptly sent, but no line or word was received to explain why they did not come for me. (After I had returned home, this brother said the reason he did not write, was because he did not know where my husband was. Be that as it may, my opinion is, that he had to write to him to know what to do with me, and if I was still living, and not insane, after all, what was they to do about it. And I will say here, that I think my husband would have come back and lived in Jonesville if it had not been for the sentiment against him there. He wrote to his youngest brother to that effect, but he told. him not to think of such a thing; that he could not live there on account of the feeling against him: and yet the question here arises why did he not send and bring me away from the asylum. I conclude he was short of means for some time. I have heard the children say they lived very poorly for a long time. Our expenses had been great, and it seems he could not realize anything from the rents or the debts standing out; and when he did realize anything in this way, the old cause came up to prevent—a woman, or rather a fiend; his fear of her being greater than his sense of duty. I do believe there were times when from his heart he desired to return and live a better life; but the fates were against him. If someone had taken him by the hand, and encouraged him in taking this step, and given him assurance of their support, I think it would have made a vast difference with him. If he had taken me from the asylum, and shown a disposition to reform, I for one would have sustained him in the effort, and stood by him through all the unpleasantness that might have arisen. But he did not do this.)