"He never married that woman; and, if he did, she died long ago." As he spoke, the lady passenger, having had some talk with the hotel people, came over to him with a beaming smile.

"And ye're Charlie Gordon," she said with a mellifluous mixture of brogue and bush-drawl.
"An' ye don't know me now, a little bit?
Ye were a little felly when we last met.

I'm Peggy Donohoe that was--Peggy Grant now, since I married poor dear Grant that's dead.

And, sure, rest his sowl!"-- here she sniffed a little--"though he treated me cruel bad, so he did! Ye'll remember me brother Mick--Mick with the red hair ?" "Yes," said Charlie, slowly and deliberately, "I remember him well; and you too.

And look here, Peggy Donohoe--or Peggy Keogh, whichever you call yourself--you and Red Mick will have the most uphill fight you ever fought before you get one sixpence of William Grant's money.