Oh, dear! oh, dear! If I could only find Hugh Pugh----" I suggested that there was a penny post. "Yes, lady; but, to tell the truth, I haven't got a stamp, nor yet a penny; and David Evans hasn't got the address ship-shape. The policeman laughed in my face when I asked him where Hugh Pugh lived, and said I must get it writ down better than that for London." Out of his locker he drew a Welsh Testament containing a piece of tobacco-stained paper, on which was written-- HUGH PUGH, Master Mariner, now Dairyman; In a big house in a South-Eastern Road, Off the North-road, out of London, Nor-East by Nor. Fortunately, Hugh Pugh is not a common name--a visit to the library, a search in the trade directory, and a telephonic communication saved all further cruising. A couple of days later I got a letter from Hugh Pugh-- DEAR MADAM, I thank you for your communication with regard to my old friend and shipmate, Joshua Howell, of whom I had lost sight. I am glad to say I am in a position to find him some work at once, having given up my London business to my sons, and taken a house down by the sea. I am in want of a good waterman to manage a ferryboat over the river and to take charge of a small yacht, and I know that I can trust old Joshua with one hand better than most men with two. There is a cottage on the shore where he can live with his mother; and tell him we shall all be delighted to welcome an old friend and shipmate. My daughter is coming down here shortly with her children, and will be very glad for Joshua to travel with her; she will call and make arrangements for him to go to her house as soon as he is well enough to be moved. I enclose £5 for clothes or any immediate expenses, and am sorry that my old friend has been through such privations. As to any expenses for his keep at the infirmary, I will hold myself responsible. Yours faithfully, HUGH PUGH. LLANRHYWMAWR, _December 6._ A Welsh letter was enclosed for the old sailor, over which he pored with tears of joy running down his cheeks. A few days later Hugh Pugh's daughter's motor throbbed at the door of the workhouse, and the old tar rolled round shaking hands vigorously with the mates: "Good-bye; good-bye, maties; the Lord has brought me out of the stormy waters, and it's smooth sailing now. He'll do the same for you, mates, if you trust Him." Then the door closed, and the fresh breeze dropped, and it seemed as if the ward grew dark and grey. THE VOW Better thou shouldest not vow than thou shouldest vow and not pay. The heavy machines in the steam-laundry clanked and groaned, and the smell of soap and soda, cleansing the unspeakable foulness of the infirmary linen, rose up strong and pungent, as the women carried out the purified heaps to blow dry in the wind and sunshine.