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A Mystery. 201 outside in the garden; or maybe I am toiling up a steep hill and he stands higher up. I seem to be always going towards him and he to be waiting forme. And though I never quite reach him, they are happy dreams. It will not be very long first now.” I knew what she meant—and had nothing to say to it. ‘Perhaps it may be as well, Johnny,” she went on in speculative thought. ‘‘God does all things for the best.” ‘* Perhaps what may be as well?” “That he should never have come back to marry me. I do not suppose I should have lived long in any case; I am too much like mamma. And to have been left a widower—perhaps—no, it is best as it is.” “You don’t give yourself a chance of getting better, Ellin—cherish- ing these gloomy views.” “Gloomy! They are not gloomy. JI amas happy asI can be. I often picture to myself the glories of the world I am hastening to ; the lovely flowers, the trees that overshadow the banks of the pure crystal river, whose leaves are for the healing of the nations, and the beautiful golden light shed around us by God and the Lamb. Oh, Johnny, what a rest it will be after the weary sorrow here—and the weakness—and the pain !” ‘But you should not wish to leave us before your time.” “IT do not wish it; itis God who is taking me. I think if [hada wish it would be to stay here as longas papa stays. For I know what my death will be to him. And what it will be to you all,” she generously added, holding out her hands to me, as the tears filled her eyes. I held them fora minute in mine. Ellin took up her parasol, pre- paratory to moving away ; but laid it down again. “Johnny, tell me—I have often thought I should like to ask you —what do you think could have become of William? Have you ever picked up an idea, however faint, of aught that could tend to solve the mystery ? ” It was a hard question to answer, and she saw my hesitation. “I cannot admit that I have, Ellin. When looking at the affair in one light, I whisper to myself ‘It might have been this way ;’ when looking at it in another, I say ‘It might have been that.’ Difficulties and contradictions encompass it on all sides. One impediment to elucidation was the length of time that elapsed before we began the search in earnest. Had we known from the first that he was really lost, and gone to work then, we might have had a better chance.” Ellin nodded assent. ‘Marianne Ashton still maintains that it was William she saw that day at the railway station.” “I know she does. She always will maintain it.” ““ Has it ever struck you, Johnny, in how rather remarkable a way any proof that it was he, or not he, seems to have been withheld ? ” + Well, we could not get at any positive proof, one way or the other.” COMMICMOOOKS.c©