Her name is Miss Hepzekiah Parmalee.
Let her have your best bedroom and all the luxuries this hotel affords, and I will foot the bill." He lighted a cigar and sallied forth.
"Miss Hepzekiah Parmalee" dined alone in her own room; then sat by the window, with white face and strained eyes, waiting for Mr.Parmalee's return.
It was almost dark when he came.

He entered hurriedly, flushed and excited.
"Fortune favors us this bout, Mrs.Denover," he said, "I've met an old chum down on the wharf yonder--a countryman--and I'd as soon have expected to find the President of the United States in this little one-horse town.

His name's Davis--Captain Davis, of the schooner 'Angelina Dobbs'-- and he's going to sail for Southampton this very night.

There's a streak of luck.

A free passage for you and for me up to Southampton to-night." "But my--Lady Kingsland ?" she faltered.
"I've made that all right, too.