ld suffer. Yes, it was plain to him
now; he had left the woman he loved in the anomalous position of a
married woman without a husband. What trying scenes might she not pass
through! What bitter fruits might not their brief happiness bear!

The next day they had cleared the storm, its fury having been as
short-lived as it was sudden. The sea was gradually quieting down, and
the sun shone out bravely. The sails were unfurled and the
_Burrawalla_ once more went gaily on her way.

Cardo had spent all the morning in writing; he would send his letter by
the first opportunity. It was full of all the tender expressions of
love that might be expected under the circumstances. His pen could
scarcely keep up with the flow of his thoughts. "I have done wrong in
making you promise to keep our marriage a secret," he wrote, "and I
repent bitterly of my thoughtlessness. Many things might happen which
would make it absolutely necessary that you should disclose it. For
instance, your uncle might die; what would then become of you?
Certainly you would have your good old Uncle John to fall back upon,
and he is a host in himself. If any circumstances should arise which
would make it desirable for you to do so, remember, dearest, it is my
express wish that you should make known to all the world that you are
Valmai Wynne, the beloved wife of Caradoc Wynne." Page after page was
written with the lavish fervour of a first love-letter, very
interesting to the writer no doubt, but which we will leave to the
privacy of the envelope which Cardo addressed and sealed with such
care. He placed it in his desk, not expecting that the opportunity for
sending it would so soon arrive. In the course of the afternoon, there
was some excitement on board, for a large homeward bound ship was
sighted, which had been a good deal damaged by the storm. She had been
driven before the wind, and had borne the brunt of the gale before it
had reached the _Burrawalla_, having sprung a leak which considerably
impeded her course. She hove to within hailing distance, and received
the aid which the better condition of Captain Owen's ship enabled him
to confer. She was _The Dundee_ (Captain Elliotson), bound for
Liverpool. All letters were delivered to her keeping, and the ships
went on their way, but to what different destinations. _The Dundee_,
after a stormy passage, was wrecked off the coast of France. The
captain and crew were saved, but the ship beca