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438 ‘7 FORBID THE BANNS!”" ‘“ Ah,” said Miss Travers in a tone that seemed like the expression of a sigh. ‘‘Ah, she was a shadow. Do you ask me to give you some hope that a shadow shall become part of your life?”’ ‘Ts she nothing more than a shadow ?”’ “She is the embodiment of the mist in which people are occasionally lost on those heights.” “ And yet happiness came out of that mist into my father’s arms.” “Oh, Mr. Charlton,” cried the girl at length, ‘‘do not take things so seriously, I entreat you. I withdraw that shadow from your life which I said you had seen up there. I will be as definite as a hypnotizer, and you must be as docile as his subject ; I now tell you that you saw no shadow on the heights ; you must agree with me fully, if you are to play the part of the subject gracefully.” “Tam only too happy to agree with you, Miss Travers : I saw no shadow.”’ “ Then I further command you not to speak in so lugu- brious a tone of voice. Don’t think of the shadow on the heights, but of the flesh and blood on the lower and more level lands. I speak as a hypnotizer.” “Alas! Alas!’ said he, ‘“ The shadows are more real than the substance. The shadows appear in the mist, and one breathes the mist until the shadows become part of one’s life.” ‘ More parables ?”’ “A parable is the shadowed image cast by the substance truth.” “ As saith the copy books,” remarked Mr. Southcote, who had come up behind the two figures standing at the bulwarks gazing at the two highest hills of the island—Lot and Lot’s Wife. ‘ How have you fallen to so low a depth as that in which the ethical buds bloom among the leaves of the copy book ?”’ CORNIECLIOOKS (60) m