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100 The Mysteries of H. cron Dyke. turned upside down when they got back to it—which proved to be the case. She and her father, the latter in good health, had now returned, and on the day following their arrival, Ella, all eagerness to see them, set off to walk to the vicarage. She and Maria were close and dear friends. That she should be required to tell all about everything that had transpired since their absence, Ella knew; it was only natural. More especially about that one sad, dark, and most unexplainable event which had taken place at the Hall in February last. She already shrank from the task in anticipation ; for, in truth, it had shaken her terribly, and a haunting dread lay ever on her mind. About midway between Heron Dyke and the vicarage, lying a little back from the road was a small inn, its sign a somewhat curious one, the ‘“‘ Leaning Gate.” Its landlord, John Keen, had died in it many years ago: since which time it had been kept by his widow, a very respectable and hard-working woman, who made her guests comfortable in a homely way and who possessed the good-will of all the neighbours around. She had two daughters, Susan and Katherine ; who were brought up industriously by the mother, and were both nice-looking, modest, and good girls. Susan was somewhat dull of intellect. Katherine was rather a superior girl in intelligence and manners, and very clever with her needle; she had been the favourite pupil in Miss Kettle’s school, and later had helped to teach in it. Maria esteemed her greatly : and about fourteen months prior to the present time, when Miss Winter was wanting a maid, Maria said she could not do better than take Katherine. So Katherine Keen removed to the Hall, greatly to her mother’s satisfaction, for she thought it a good opening for the young girl; but not so much to the satisfaction of Susan. The sisters were greatly attached to one : another. Susan especially loved Katherine. It is sometimes noticeable that where the intellect is not bright, the feelings are strong; and with an almost unreasonable, passionate tenderness Susan Keen loved her sister. Katherine’s removal to Heron Dyke tried her. She could hardly exist without seeing her daily ; and she would put her cloak on when the day’s work was done—for Susan assisted her mother in the inn—and run up to the Hall to see Katherine. But Katherine and Mrs. Keen both told her she must not do this: her going so frequently might not be liked at the Hall, especially by ill-tempered Aaron Stone and his wife. Thus admonished, Susan put a restraint upon herself, so as not to trouble anybody too often ; but many an evening she would steal up at dusk, walk round the Hall, and stand outside watching. the windows, hoping to get just one distant glimpse of her beloved Katherine. The time went on to February in the present year, Katherine giving every satisfaction at Heron Dyke: even old Aaron would now and then afford her a good word. And it should be mentioned that CORNIELIOOKKS (E(@)