By this time the attention of those who were passing to and fro around them began to be attracted; and, amongst the rest, “Cobbler” Horn, who was held for a few moments in the crowd, was watching them with deep interest.
“Hold hard, little woman,” exclaimed Thaddeus, “or I guess I sha’n’t have breath left to tell you my news! And,” he added, “it’s better even than you think.”
“Oh, Thad, do tell!” she cried, still regarding her husband with admiring eyes.
“Well, my health has been fixed up by the sea air, and the comfort and attention I’ve had during the voyage, which is all through the goodness of one man. I calculate that man ’ull have to show up before we leave this vessel. He wasn’t out of sight five minutes ago.”
As he spoke, he looked round, and saw the figure of “Cobbler” Horn, who, evidently in dread of a demonstration on the part of his grateful friend, was modestly moving away amongst the crowd. One stride of Thaddeus P. Waldron’s long legs, and he had his benefactor by the arm.
“Here, stranger—no, darn it all, you aren’t a stranger, no how you fix it—this way sir, if you please.”
“Now, little woman,” he exclaimed, triumphantly dragging his reluctant captive towards his wife, “this is the man you have to thank—this man and God! He gave up——”
“Oh,” interrupted “Cobbler” Horn, “you mustn’t allow him to thank me for that, ma-am. I did it quite as much for my own sake.”
“Hear him!” exclaimed Thaddeus, with incredulous admiration. “Anyhow he made me think, little wife, that there was some genuine religion in the world after all. And that helped me to get better too. And the long and short of it is, I’ve been made a new man of, inside and out; and we’re going to have some real good times! And now, old girl, you’ve just got to give the man whose done it all a hug and a buss, and then we’ll come along.”
“Cobbler” Horn started back in dismay. But Mrs. Thaddeus was thoroughly of her husband’s mind. What he had been, as she knew from his letters, and what she found him now, passed through her mind in a flash. She was modest enough, but not squeamish; and the honest face of “Cobbler” Horn was one which no woman, under the circumstances, need have hesitated to kiss. So, in a moment, to the amusement of the crowd, to the huge delight of the grateful Thaddeus, and to the confusion of “the Golden Shoemaker” himself, the thing was done.