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118 < THE WIDOWED BRIDE. CHAPTER XVI. © THE RECTOR’S STORY. «Let me see!” began the Rector of Tregarvan, after a mo- ment of silence; ‘‘it must be sixteen or.seventeen years now since I went to Glenhampton, to assume the temporary charge of St. Hilda’s Church, situated in its near neighbor- hood, at the request of Lord Glenhampton, who was one of my school friends in our earlier days, and my collegechum — afterward. Have you ever seen Lord Glenhampton, my dear?” . ‘““No, sir,” answered Alice. ‘‘Well, it doesn’t matter much, only you could better have appreciated the contrast if you knew what a morbid, gloomy person he is now. Asa young man he was one of the gay- est, lightest-hearted fellows I ever knew, with a face like sunshine, aud frank, free manners, that drew friends around him as if by instinct. He married very young—this, you must understand, was before 1 came to Glenhampton—a daughter of Lord Morville, who had died in Canada several years previously. She was a beautiful girl, and as good as © she was beautiful, | am told; but she died in giving birth to twin daughters. And this was the beginning of the trouble that has ever since hung over the house of Glenhampton. — .€"T"hey were pretty, healthy little babes, and the earl had them christened Allegra and Katherine, his dead wife’s two names. ‘The old servants have told me that it was a piteous sight to see the young earl hanging over these two mother- less creatures, who were all that was left to him of the wife whose life seemed to have been nothing but a brief, bright vision. He had them with him night and day; he barely trusted them out of his sight for their daily walks in the arms of their attendants. He spent his whole time in study- ing vague resemblances in their baby features and innocent eyes to the mother who had never held them in her arms. _ **Well, they grew and throve, when fate chanced to throw - Lord Glenhampton into the companionship of a handsome young widow—a Mrs. Evelyn, the relict of an East Indian officer. I don’t think he would have noticed her for herself, for his whole heart seemed buried in Allegra Morville’s \ . : ‘ ‘ ‘ <. omnia : : : A Ate i ha ‘ae : > AD, ‘ / y! " : * ; 2 ‘ ° Yo rg . ‘ , % a" ner * . : . ‘ , nV : P “Ven: ™ oo ~~ 4 * - oo ‘ 7 ‘ > . Ladi Ny i.e ty > ib a: » i ats i a a ty res “t hal ‘ + -.. Ns & Gal RT, IN AT Wm LOS ey i SAL Gee Le TP SRE S| oy ee ly a Fal ott (ras thy. at te Ages Reel YE ae aly oe Fas we te ek Py): ' o> 9? “lf, "a. tha : ; e) Wy en PAT VERSO ae aay ae vr (oirvty