The Argosy — page 288: what you’re looking at

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270 — The Master of Greylands. February night; and so far as can be ascertained, he never came out again.” “Just that,” said John Bent. “I'd give this nght hand of mine— lifting it—to know what his fate has been. Something tells me that it will be brought to light.” ‘ Madame Guise went up to her room, and sat down there with her heavy burthen of terror and sorrow, wondering what would be the next scene in this strange mystery, and what she herself could best do to- wards unraveling it. Mrs. Bent, coming in by and by, found her weeping hysterically. Marie woke up at the moment, and they gave her some of the tisane. Tt is the re-action of the cold and long journey, ma’am,” pronounced. Mrs. Bent, in regard to the tears she had seen. “‘ And perhaps the talk- ing about this unaccountable business has startled you. You will be better after a night’s rest.” ‘Yes, the coach was very cold. I will say good-night to you, and go to bed.” She sank on her knees, when alone, by the side of her child, and buried her face in the white counterpane. There she prayed ; prayed eamestly, for help from Above, for strength to bear. “The good God grant that the enlightenment may be less terrible than are these my fears !” Back came Mrs. Bent, a wine-glass in her hand. It contained some of her famous cordial—in her opinion a remedy for half the ills under the sun. Madame Guise was then quietly seated by the fire, gazing into it with a far-away look, her hands folded on her lap. She drank the glass of cordial with thanks : though it seemed of no moment what she drank or what she did not drink just then. And little Marie, her cheeks flushed, her rosy lips open sufficiently to show her pretty white teeth, had dropped off to sleep again. (Zo be Continued.) | EcoMmicloookKks (CO) mn —_)