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The Mystery of Allan Grale. 21 sweetheart, Joe Massey, was employed ; and Susan was just delighted at being sent to it. She had no difficulty in finding Mr. Vivian. He was walking up and down the platform smoking a. cigar, and had his pleasant smile ready the moment he saw a Dering face. He accepted the charge quite cheerfully ; just as Mrs. Grale had thought. “ Put the things into that carnage,” he said, indicatingone. ‘The train will be off in two or three minutes, and no fellow passenger has arnved. I have nothing of my own, except that little black bag.” “TI hope they won’t be much trouble to you, sir, at Dering,” Susan ventured to say, thinking of the scarcity of accommodation and porters at the station there. ‘“‘1’m going to Carstow,” replied Mr. Vivian. ‘ Don’t you see that this is a main line train? Our carriage will be waiting for me at Carstow, and I'll take the ‘parcels on to Dering in it.” Susan was not very clear about main lines and branches. But she knew the Vivian carriage sometimes went to the Carstow station. The train went off, leaving a very happy girl behind it, for George Vivian had bestowed a handsome “Christmas box” on her. “ As if I'd brought him a beautiful gift, instead of a trumpery botheration,” she thought, turning a bright face on Joe Massey, who had now leisure to speak to her. ‘The Vivians are the right sort,” said young Massey. ‘‘It’s always a pleasure to me to see Mr. George’s face up here. He used to beat this station a good bit two or three months ago, but I’ve not seen him lately. One time when I saw him here he was sending a party off by the Scotch express. A young lady it was.” Joe Massey had to return to his duties, and Susan went back to the hotel. “Did you catch Mr. Vivian, Susan ?—and did he put my parcels among his own?” asked her mistress. “ Your parcels are in the carnage with him all nght, ma’am,” replied Susan, ‘* Mr. Vivian had not any of his own; at least, only one little black bag. He seemed quite pleased to take them; he was not in the least put about.” Mary Anne, drawing at the table, sketched on silently. ‘‘ Taking no parcels down!” she thought to herself. ‘‘Who on earth was he buying those things for ?” CHAPTER XXVII. SAM TOWNE’S TALE. Anp then time went on, and the Grales returned to Dering, and Mrs. Grale had the pleasure of seeing her pretty paper views on many a cottage wall, and of smelling her cheap perfumes copiously exhaling from clean handkerchiefs carried folded into the parish church. The GOMMGIO@ S (C(O)