Jordan listened and said:  “I’ll do the best I ken, Jim, but it will be all right, I’m shor.”

So the hours went by, and Captain McGregor told the engineer to crowd on all steam, and to bribe the fireman to give the ship all the speed possible.

At Suez, Sedgwick went ashore and cabled his wife that he was on the “Pallas;” to come at once to Naples; to induce Jack and Rose to come also, and, if she thought best, to bring Mrs. Hazleton, for Jordan was ill, and he feared nothing but the cheer of friendly faces would arouse him and give him the strength to live.  He added that she must use her woman’s wits as to what she would tell Mrs. H., and that to outsiders it must all seem but as running over to the continent for a few days’ outing.

When Grace Sedgwick, very early one morning, received and read that message, she held it for many minutes, lost in thought.  She had grown very near to Mrs. Hazleton, but except when she had drawn from her the story of her life, she had never probed in the least to see if in her heart she was nursing a vast regret.

But she had noticed some things that led her to believe that the lady had an anxiety which she was trying to conceal.  She was always ready to visit any point of interest that would naturally attract a stranger, or to attend any public assemblage that a stranger might be lured to.  Again, she always approached such places with vivacity, and returned from them in silence.

As Mrs. Sedgwick sat with the dispatch doubled up in her closed hand, Mrs. Hazleton came into the room.  Touching a chair by her side, Grace said:  “Come and sit by me, Margaret.  I want to talk with you.”

She complied, merely saying:  “What do you want to talk about, love?”

“Are you happy?” asked Grace.

“Indeed, yes.  Why do you ask?” was the reply.  “Have you not been making my life a bed of roses ever since your blessed eyes first rested on me?”

Grace looked at her intently for a moment, then said:  “Is there some one whom you wish exceedingly to see?”

A rosy flush swept like a wave over her face, which was followed by a quick pallor.  But she recovered herself almost instantly, and said:  “Why, Mrs. Sedgwick, do you ask me so strange a question?”

Grace arose, then bending down, took her hand, laid the dispatch upon the palm, closed the fingers gently over it and said: 

“My dear, there is a paper for you to read.  I am going to Rose for a few minutes.  When I return, you may tell me anything you please, or nothing at all, as you please; only let me tell you first that before my husband went to Nevada, he went to another State, lived there with a great-hearted man for a year, and that man was with him when he left me at the church door on my wedding day, and they have been together since, except when my husband left him to go to America to buy machinery and came back this way to join him again.”  Then she suddenly bent and kissed her friend and was gone.