he good of mankind. Of
all the thousands that have passed through my hands I have not used one
penny. You know that I have always kept the business that has grown out
of the labour of my own hands distinct from that which has been reared
on the stolen goods. I have lived and supported you by it, and now,
through God's blessing, it has increased to such an extent that I think
we may afford to build a somewhat more commodious house and furnish it a
little better."

"As for the mercantile business--it _must_ go on. It has prospered and
still prospers. Many mouths are dependent on it for daily bread. I
will continue to manage it, but every penny of profit shall go in
charity as long as I live. After that, Henry may do with it as he
pleases. He has contributed largely to make it what it is, and deserves
to reap where he has sown so diligently. Do you think I am right in all
this, Mary?"

We need scarcely remark that Mary did think it all right, for she and
Gascoyne had no differences of opinion _now_.

Soon after this, Corrie went off on a long voyage in the _Avenger_. The
vessel touched at San Francisco, and, while there, some remarkable
scenes took place between Jo Bumpus and a good-looking woman whom he
called Susan. This female ultimately went on board the _Avenger_, and
sailed in her for Green Isle.

On the way thither they touched at one of the first of the South Sea
islands that they came in sight of, where scenes of the most
unprecedented description took place between Corrie and a bluff old
gentleman named Ole Thorwald, and a sweet, blue-eyed, fair-haired,
maiden named Alice Mason!

Strange to say this fair girl agreed to become a passenger in the
_Avenger_; and, still more strange to say, her father and Ole Thorwald
agreed to accompany her, also an ancient piece of animated door-matting
called Toozle and a black woman named Poopy, whose single observation in
regard to every event in sublunary history was, "Hee! hee!"

On reaching Green Isle, Corrie and Alice were married, and on the same
day Bumpus and Susan were also united. There was great rejoicing on the
occasion; Ole Thorwald and Dick Price distinguished themselves by
dancing an impromptu and maniacal _pas de deux_ at the double wedding!

Of Captain Montague's future career we know nothing. He may have been
killed in the wars of his country, or he may have become an admiral in
the British navy, for all we know to the contrary. One thing o