“Wait, mamma, dear. I am following the narrative as the facts came to my knowledge. The miniature was photographed and distributed to aid in the identification and arrest of the suspected party. It did not lead to Montgomery’s arrest, but to that of an unlucky gentleman who bore some resemblance to the photograph, especially in the matter of the martial mustache. This hapless person was brought before me for identification. The likeness struck even me at first, and startled me into a compromising exclamation; but a second glance assured me that I had never seen the man before in my life; and I told them so. They did not believe me. And afterward it took the evidence of several substantial citizens to convince the magistrate before whom he was brought that the accused man was quite a distinct individual from Capt. Kightly Montgomery, my supposed assailant. I say my supposed assailant, dear mamma; for they could not know him for such, since I would not give him up to justice; for I wish him no harm, though I never want to see him in this world.” “Never!” breathed Hetty with all a mother’s intense sympathy. “I told you in my letter of the great goodness of those angel women in New York to me, and how, as soon as I was able to leave the hospital, one of them, dear Mrs. Duncan, took me home to her own house, where she cared for me and my baby as—as you do, sweet mamma.” “God bless them!” exclaimed Hetty. “I stayed with her while the ladies were preparing my outfit, and until I took passage on the _Scorpio_.” “And you saw no more of that——” The conscientious minister hesitated at a word that any other man, under the circumstances, would have pronounced with vim. Jennie understood him, and answered promptly. “No, dear papa. I saw no more of him until I was eight days out at sea. Then we came face to face on deck.” “‘Face to face on deck!’” exclaimed Hetty in dismay. “‘Face to face on deck!’ Then he was actually coming over on the same ship with yourself?” said the curate, losing much of his self-control. “Yes, papa. Yes, mamma. He was coming over on the same ship with myself. Coming over under his new name, with his new, deceived bride. They had been married with the greatest _éclat_ in one of the most wealthy and fashionable houses in New York. And they were on their wedding tour.” Then Jennie gave a detailed account of the meeting between the recreant husband and the wronged wife on board the _Scorpio_. She described his fright, awe, horror on meeting one whom he believed to be in a pauper’s grave in potter’s field, with the stigma of suicide on her name, and then his slow acceptance of the fact that it was herself in the body, and not an optical illusion created by _delirium tremens_, that was there before him.