I was coming over here on a little speculation of my own in the photographic line, and being low in pocket and pretty well used to rough it, I was coming in the steerage.

There was a pretty hard crowd of us--Dutch and Irish and all sorts mixed up there--an' among 'em one that looked as much out of her element as a fish out of water.

Any one could tell with half an eye she'd been a lady, in spite of her shabby duds and starved, haggard face.

She was alone.

Not a soul knew her, not a soul cared for her, and half-way across she fell sick and had like to died." Mr.Parmalee paused.