And then Mary and I, lubber, lifted with all our might and main until we landed her in the after cabin, and stowed her away in the lower bunk. She appeared to be a well-built, clean-cut craft, about thirty years off the stocks. Her eyes kept continually rolling, but her voice was silent. We supposed that she was a woman of the street—some poor, unfortunate creature, who had no home to go to. My wife said: I don’t care, Jack, who she is, or what she is. We will take care of her till morning. She was now lying on her beam ends, and it looked as if she would remain docked for some time. But presently, her sails began to flutter, and in a short time she righted. She requested the privilege of remaining with us for a short time and promised to pay us. She then informed us who she was, and related the causes that drove her from her home, which are about as his Lordship related. She and my wife fell in love with each other, and from that day to this have been fast friends. This house, at that time, was a rickety old thing. She bought it for us and put it in its present condition. In addition to that, she purchased these costly pictures. Besides, she took charge of the education of my daughter. She was known to the world as Mrs. Winter. When she went abroad she was disguised. It was she that frequently called to see you at mad house. She is still alive, and under this roof. Mary, open the door. The door leading to the adjoining room opened, and there stood Lady Wallace. My wife! My long lost Amy! exclaimed Lord Wallace, passionately throwing his arms around her. We will not attempt to describe the scene that this meeting and reconciliation produced. Suffice it to say that he pressed her to his bosom and prayed for her forgiveness. Walter had been deeply interested in the narrative related by Jack Frost. Before him stood his and Amy’s grand-mother encircled within the arms of his grand-father. Tears of joy ran down her cheeks, and her bosom swelled with emotion. God is good! she exclaimed. Husband and child restored to me in a day. Come to my arms, boy you are the picture of your mother. Walter embraced his grand-mother, but was too full of emotion to speak. Friends, said Captain Davis, let us return to the object of this meeting. Does Walter return to America with me, or will he remain with you? I have already answered and decided that question, replied Walter. Although we have found the Amy my grand-father thought I alluded to still there is another Amy, the daughter of Thomas and Mary Powers. Is she living? asked Lady Wallace. I do not positively know, replied Walter, but I think so. He then gave the reason why he thought she was alive, and concluded by stating that he intended to return to America and prosecute his search until he was satisfied. To this Lord and Lady Wallace consented. The reconciliation was complete.