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Winifred Power. y Burton, profoundly bewildered, said, ‘‘ Bless my soul!” by way of ‘a compendious contribution to the prevailing emotion; and Mark, while marching to the window ostensibly to gaze upon the night, admitted to himself that Miss Gertrude Dallas was indisputably mistress of the situation ! © BvAcPY BOR aX, IN PARIS AGAIN, “THE wedding was a great success,” wrote Mrs. Burton enthu- siastically to her daughter. “So quiet. In such good taste. I was the only guest. I believe dear Sir John was kind enough to feel that the ceremony would lose a little something if I were not present; but he was zz¢se/y determined not to invite anybody else. Our pet—yours, love, and mzze /—looked lovely in her wedding- dress, with the magnificent diamonds—-which you will sEE! I could have wished—perhaps—that your dear stepfather had read the beautiful service a litthe more impressively; but he did his best. Dear Gertrude was quite calm; but deadly pale. I had had an affecting parting with her. I think—J/ /ofe—that she will prove equal to her new and responsible position. It is not given to every- body to be the wife of such a man as Sir John. Mr. Burton—but wimporte! I missed ove sweet face at the wedding, and that was my naughty, zaughty, darling daughter’s.s Mr. Mark Hatherley looked grumpy / For me, he is a most disagreeable young man, although I know you do not think so, darling. That was the one, little wee, wee point on which we were sometimes not quite agreed, my angel. I believe—a little bird has whispered to me—that Mr. Hatherley was furzous at his father’s marriage. I suppose he thought it would put a spoke in his’wheel. He came even the night before and tried to dissuade Gertrude. I feel sure of this, although I did not ask what passed. I did not wish to know. I always prefer to think good than evil. In fact, I almost fear sometimes that I am too unsuspicious. I need you, darling, with your penetration (a Zté/e censorious occasionally, don’t you think? If you have a fault—it might be this), without you I am certain that I am constantly imposed upon. Mr. Burton———But he has his parish-work. I am interrupted—A rheumatic old woman—lI constantly tell Mr. Burton that I believe these people’s ailments and sorrows to be chiefly imaginary. But he preaches patience. I fancy he thinks patience fooks well. I kiss my darling’s pretty cheeks, and I am always her loving, foolish, fond little Mamsey.” Dolly, expiring with curiosity to hear all about, the wedding, was disappointed that Winifred did not read some portions of this letter aloud to her. And she wondered still more at the mingled ex- pression of annoyance and amusement with which Winifred perused it. EOnnicloooks (S©)