t wish to
go. My wife had nursed him as she would have nursed her own brother, and
as she had her uncle in Cuba. When he was convalescent he treated her
with the most profound respect. Mazagan came on board to see him, and
told me he had just come from Athens. But the general was plainly
disgusted with him, and wanted to get rid of him. He gave him the
command of the Fatty, and ordered him to wait for him at Gibraltar.

"Dr. Henderson was travelling for pleasure, and he liked it so well that
he wanted more of it; but he had spent all his money, and had no more at
home. He came on board of the Viking, and lived there. His friend had
left, and he was alone. He had been a very skilful practitioner in New
York City, but his thirst for travel would not permit him to wait long
enough to save sufficient money from his abundant income.

"Of his own free will and accord General Noury told me that he was
leading a miserable life in spite of the wealth that he possessed, the
honors that crowned him in Morocco, and the leisure that was always at
his command when the army was not in the field. As he summed it up
himself, his vices had got the better of him. He could not respect
himself. I could see that there was something left of him. I went to
work on him. I am not an evangelist myself, and I did not take him on
that tack.

"I have no doubt that I had saved his life; and no man was ever more
grateful for the service I had rendered him. My wife was such a houri as
he had never seen in a harem. We both talked with him about the beauty
of a good and useful life. In a word, we redeemed him. My wife is a
sincere Christian, and she did more of it than I did. He was absolutely
penitent over his sins, his dissipation, the wrongs towards others he
had committed, though he was still a Mohammedan; but a great deal of the
prophet's creed would pass for Christianity. We both saw that it would
be useless to attack his religion; for he was a Moslem to the marrow of
his bones.

"More than anything else he was penitent over his relations with you and
your party. The general was certainly infatuated over the beauty of Miss
Blanche; but it was as an artist runs mad over a picture. He solemnly
assured me he never had an unworthy thought in regard to her. He looked
upon her as a beautiful child, whose image haunted him day and night. If
you had permitted him to see her, that was all he wanted. No such
thought had ever entered his head as that of p