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Michael’s Mistake. 287 He laughed. “It is strange; but I have no doubt my friend will be able to unravel the mystery, if you do not mind.” “Tt is very good of you. How shall we know, then?” She paused a moment; then added, her colour deepening slightly: “ Our name is Guyne, and we live at the Rectory. Perhaps you could let us have word there?” | He bowed gravely. “Thank you. I will let you know as soon as I hear. I—I am—perhaps I had better give you my card, Miss Guyne. I am putting up at the hotel here, for a few days’ fishing, and of course ——” He stopped abruptly, a smile breaking over his face as his eyes glanced from one girl to the other, and again to the old woman stand- _ ing half-bewildered between them. ‘Of course if you should hear anything about yours a *‘ We will let you know at once; certainly, Mr. Mr. ” Viola paused ; the most polite people will do impolite things sometimes. Viola Guyne never could account afterwards for her own ill-breeding, but somehow she paused, and raised his-card involuntarily to her eyes. Hesmiled. “ Yes, you will find it there. Good night, then. I hope I shall soon have welcome news for you.” And ‘lifting his hat once more, he turned slowly away, leaving Viola hot and indignant, with the cool night wind blowing in on her. “How could I!” she exclaimed angrily. ‘‘ Betsy, Constella, tell me how I could.” Constella’s large eyes followed the grey ulster. ‘I don’t know I’m sure, dear. Viola, did you recognize him? and I believe that his Hillsborough friend was the fair man on the platform. What does he call himself? Show me his card.” *‘ Here it is. Oh, Constella !” The girl stood fora moment, bending her small fair head, and straining her soft brown eyes—like a fawn’s—under the last flickering lamp of the dingy station. “Captain Fane,” she read aloud, and added, so low that it was almost only a thought; ‘And I wonder what “¢/e other one’s name is?” (Zo be concluded.) EONNIE OOS (E(@) m