of a laugh, the happy woman hugged once more
the equally delighted "Thad," and gave him another resounding kiss.

By this time the attention of those who were passing to and fro around
them began to be attracted; and, amongst the rest, "Cobbler" Horn, who
was held for a few moments in the crowd, was watching them with deep
interest.

"Hold hard, little woman," exclaimed Thaddeus, "or I guess I sha'n't have
breath left to tell you my news! And," he added, "it's better even than
you think."

"Oh, Thad, do tell!" she cried, still regarding her husband with admiring
eyes.

"Well, my health has been fixed up by the sea air, and the comfort and
attention I've had during the voyage, which is all through the goodness
of one man. I calculate that man 'ull have to show up before we leave
this vessel. He wasn't out of sight five minutes ago."

As he spoke, he looked round, and saw the figure of "Cobbler" Horn, who,
evidently in dread of a demonstration on the part of his grateful friend,
was modestly moving away amongst the crowd. One stride of Thaddeus P.
Waldron's long legs, and he had his benefactor by the arm.

"Here, stranger--no, darn it all, you aren't a stranger, no how you fix
it--this way sir, if _you_ please."

"Now, little woman," he exclaimed, triumphantly dragging his reluctant
captive towards his wife, "this is the man you have to thank--this man
and God! He gave up----"

"Oh," interrupted "Cobbler" Horn, "you mustn't allow him to thank me for
that, ma-am. I did it quite as much for my own sake."

"Hear him!" exclaimed Thaddeus, with incredulous admiration. "Anyhow he
made me think, little wife, that there was some genuine religion in the
world after all. And that helped me to get better too. And the long and
short of it is, I've been made a new man of, inside and out; and we're
going to have some real good times! And now, old girl, you've just got
to give the man whose done it all a hug and a buss, and then we'll come
along."

"Cobbler" Horn started back in dismay. But Mrs. Thaddeus was thoroughly of
her husband's mind. What he had been, as she knew from his letters, and
what she found him now, passed through her mind in a flash. She was modest
enough, but not squeamish; and the honest face of "Cobbler" Horn was one
which no woman, under the circumstances, need have hesitated to kiss. So,
in a moment, to the amusement of the crowd, to the huge delight of the
grateful Thaddeus, and to the confusion of "