Kitty's husband--she would never mention his name, but kept it locked in her bosom like some precious relic--had a considerable sum of money when the crew were paid off; and the young couple--for Kitty was young then--lived very happily in a lodging-house on South Street, near the docks.

This was in New York.
The days flew by like hours, and the stocking in which the little bride kept the funds shrunk and shrunk, until at last there were only three or four dollars left in the toe of it.

Then Kitty was troubled; for she knew her sailor would have to go to sea again unless he could get employment on shore.

This he endeavored to do, but not with much success.

One morning as usual he kissed her good day, and set out in search of work.
"Kissed me goodby, and called me his little Irish lass," sobbed Kitty, telling the story, "kissed me goodby, and, Heaven help me, I niver set oi on him nor on the likes of him again!" He never came back.