With that he laughs, says he didn't want any better friends than me, but that I must be livin' in the backwoods not to know that Wynyard Marion had escaped, and was then at sea on his way to Mexico or Central America.

Then we agreed to terms, and the long and short of it is, Mollie, that I'm to have the schooner with a hundred and fifty dollars a month, and ten per cent.

shares after a year! Looks like biz, eh, Mollie, old girl?
but you don't seem pleased." She had put aside the arm with which he was drawing her to him, and had turned her white face away to the window.

So HE had gone--this stranger--this one friend of her life--she would never see him again, and all that would ever come of it was this pecuniary benefit to her husband, who had done nothing.

He would not even offer her money, but he had managed to pay his debt to her in this way that their vulgar poverty would appreciate.