between Montague and Kensington. He met that gentleman in a secluded part of the deck, and, going up to him, said:
"You old wife deserter, why can't you attend to your own affairs?"
Kensington turned deadly pale at this insult, and his fists clenched.
"What do you mean?" he said huskily.
"I mean what I say. Why don't you take your own wife walking on the deck, and leave the young ladies alone. It's none of your business with whom they walk."
Kensington seemed about to reply; but he thought better of it, turned on his heel, and left Montague standing there.
The old Tub worried her way across the ocean, and reached the bar at Liverpool just in time to be too late to cross it that night. Word was passed along that a tender would come out from Liverpool for us, which was not a very cheering prospect, as we would have two hours' sail at least in what was practically an open boat.
Finally the tender came alongside, and the baggage was dumped down upon it. All of us gathered together ready to leave The Tub. Mr. Kensington, with his closely veiled wife hanging on his arm, was receiving the thanks and congratulations
