But he did not see it, he only heard the words--the words that seemed burning to the core of his heart.
This, then, was the secret, and the wife he had loved and doubted and scorned had been true to him as truth itself; and now he knew her worth and purity and high honor when it was too late.
"How came Mr.Parmalee to be possessed of the secret?
Was he a relative ?" "No.

He learned the story by the merest accident.

He left New York for England in his professional capacity as photographic artist, on speculation.

On board the steamer was a woman--a steerage passenger--poor, ill, friendless, and alone.

He had a kindly heart, it appears, under his passion for money-making, and when this woman--this Mrs.Denover--fell ill, he nursed her as a son might.