ing for him outside the door.
With her were a few Shadwell friends, of the seafaring profession,
come to see fair play. It was a disgraceful episode in the history of
Chester Square. After five minutes or so, during which no welsher on a
race-course was ever more hardly used, two policemen interfered to
rescue the man of two wives, and there was a procession all the way to
the police-court, where, after several charges of assault had been
preferred and proved against half a dozen mariners, Joseph was himself
charged with bigamy, both wives giving evidence, and committed for
trial.

His old friend, Mr. David Chalker, one is sorry to add, refused to
give bail, so that he remained in custody, and will now endure
hardness for a somewhat lengthened period.

"Clara," said Arnold, "Iris will stay with you, if you ask her. We
shall not marry, my dear, without your permission. I have promised
that already, have I not?"

THE END.

A YACHTSMAN'S YARN.

"I've knocked off the sea now for some years, but I was yachting along
with all sorts of gentlemen and in all sorts of craft, from three to
one hundred and twenty tons, ever since the top of my head was no
higher than your knee; and as boy, man, and master, I'll allow there's
no one who has seen much more than I have. Yet, spite of that, I can
recall but one extraordinary circumstance. Daresay when I've told it
you, you won't believe it; but I sha'n't be able to help that. Truth's
truth, no consequence how sing'lar its appearance may be; and so now
to begin.

"No matter the port, no matter the yacht's name, no matter her owner's
calling, no matter nothing. Terms and dates and the like shall be
imaginary, and so let the vessel be a schooner of one hundred tons
called the 'Evangeline,' and her owner Mr. Robinson, and me, who was
captain of her, Jacob Williams. This'll furnish a creep you may go on
sweeping with till Doomsday without raising what's dead and gone,
though not forgotten, mind ye, from the bottom. Well, for a whole
fortnight had the 'Evangeline' been moored in a snug berth alongside a
pier wall. The English Channel was wide there, and it didn't need much
sailing to find the Atlantic Ocean. I began to think all cruising was
to come to an end; for Mr. Robinson was a man fond of keeping the sea,
and I had never found a fortnight's lying by to his taste at all. But
matters explained themselves after I'd seen him two or three times
walking about with a very fin