hed London, only consented to land under the
supervision of a guard of honour, composed of all the able-bodied men on
the wharf.

A BENEFIT PERFORMANCE

In the small front parlour of No. 3, Mermaid Passage, Sunset Bay,
Jackson Pepper, ex-pilot, sat in a state of indignant collapse, tenderly
feeling a cheek on which the print of hasty fingers still lingered.

The room, which was in excellent order, showed no signs of the tornado
which had passed through it, and Jackson Pepper, looking vaguely round,
was dimly reminded of those tropical hurricanes he had read about
which would strike only the objects in the path, and leave all others
undisturbed.

In this instance he had been the object, and the tornado, after
obliterating him, had passed up the small staircase which led from the
room, leaving him listening anxiously to its distant mutterings.

To his great discomfort the storm showed signs of coming up again, and
he had barely time to effect an appearance of easy unconcern, which
accorded but ill with the flush afore-mentioned, when a big, red-faced
woman came heavily downstairs and burst into the room.

"You have made me ill again," she said severely, "and now I hope you are
satisfied with your work. You'll kill me before you have done with me!"

The ex-pilot shifted on his chair.

"You're not fit to have a wife," continued Mrs. Pepper, "aggravating
them and upsetting them! Any other woman would have left you long ago!"

"We've only been married three months," Pepper reminded her.

"Don't talk to me!" said his wife; "it seems more like a lifetime!"

"It seems a long time to ME" said the ex-pilot, plucking up a little
courage.

"That's right!" said his wife, striding over to where he sat. "Say
you're tired of me; say you wish you hadn't married me! You coward! Ah!
if my poor first husband was only alive and sitting in that chair now
instead of you, how happy I would be!"

"If he likes to come and take it he's welcome!" said Pepper; "it's my
chair, and it was my father's before me, but there's no man living I
would sooner give it to than your first. Ah! he knew what he was about
when the Dolphin went down, he did. I don't blame him, though."

"What do you mean?" demanded his wife.

"It's my belief that he didn't go down with her," said Pepper, crossing
over to the staircase and standing with his hand on the door.

"Didn't go down with her?" repeated his wife scornfully. "What became of
him, then