The details of the man's appearance as well as the clothes worn were carefully depicted, evidently in hope someone might thus recognize the party.

She remained with the bit of paper in her hands for what seemed a long while, while we waited.

Then her eyes were slowly lifted to our faces.
"That was Philip Henley," she said soberly.
"You are sure ?" "There is no possibility of mistake; the description is almost photographic and the clothing I remember well." "Your husband, madam ?" asked the Lieutenant, as I remained silent.
"Yes; legally my husband, although he had driven me from him by dissipation and neglect.

I--I cannot tell you the wretched story now." "Nor do I ask it," he hastened to assure her.

"What is it, Mapes ?" A blue-jacket stood at the foot of the stairs, one hand lifted in salute.
"The _Saline_, sir, is alongside, and hailing us.