CHAPTER IX.
WHEN Mr.Ellis left the house of his sister, he called a carriage that happened to be going by, and reached the wharf at Walnut street in time to spring on board of the steamboat just as the plank was drawn in at the gangway.

He then passed along the boat until he came to the ladies' cabin, which he entered.

Almost the first persons he saw were Burton and his niece.

The eyes of Miriam rested upon him at the same moment, and she drew her veil quickly, hoping that she was not recognised.
Hiram Ellis did not hesitate a moment, but, walking up to where Miriam sat, stooped to her ear, and said, in a low, anxious voice-- "Miriam, are you married yet ?" Miriam did not reply.
"Speak, child.

Are you married ?" "No," came in a half audible murmur.
"Thank God! thank God!" fell in low accents from the lips of Mr.Ellis.
"Who are you, sir ?" now spoke up Burton, whom surprise had till now kept silent.