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The Mystery of Allan Grale. 177 given some specimens of this skill to both Mrs. Grale and Miss Vivian, for their stalls at the Dering library bazaar. ‘Then old Grale fell back on the roll of paper which Charlie withheld from his scrutiny. Charles volunteered instantly to show it to the Doctor, who glanced hastily at it, and assured the manufacturer that there was nothing suspicious about it, that it did not concern his business, and was not even written on his paper. Dr. Palmer took formal possession of this document, promising Mr. Grale that it should not pass out of his own hands, and that it should be produced whenever he chose to formulate his accusation. He could scarcely restrain a smile as he entered into this solemn agreement. ‘Then he insisted that Charles should be released from his durance and return with him. Mr. Grale offered no opposition: he knew he had already exceeded his rights. Though the Doctor tried to carry off the matter lightly to Mr. Grale, as if it could be worthy of no other treatment, yet he went home feeling vexed and embittered. Mr. Grale had said that he had been subjected to a system of robbery lately, not only in the counting- house but at his bankers’, and it could be only someone in that count- ing-house, as he believed, who had pursued it. Upon none of the clerks did, or could, suspicion rest, except Carr. Dr. Palmer knew the world well enough to know what a suspicion of this kind is, and how little can be done to combat it. If an orphan lad, like Charles Carr, were driven to seek redress against one so powerful as Mr. Grale, he might succeed or he might fail, but the world at large would only remember that he was somehow mixed up with a disagreeable charge of dishonesty. Yet should Carr decide to let Mr. Grale’s injustice pass, the world would believe that the rich man had extended a gracious clemency to his youth and loneliness. But, after all, Dr. Palmer was a sunny-hearted man, one of those who have such a keen enjoyment of life, and so elastic a faith in good- ness everywhere, that the shadows of earth’s perpetual suffering, how- ever darkly they fall, pass swiftly over their heads. Therefore, next morning, when he was awakened by a fresh breeze blowing through his casement, and bearing in the perfume of dewy flowers and the sweet song of blackbirds nested in the great trees of his garden, he again felt seatbelt and peaceful. There must not be “peace at any price, are; and yet, “‘as much as in you lieth, live at peace with all men,” 1s iss apostolic injunction. Peace and eis h bourly happiness were surely worth some sacrifice, and might not the sacrifice be, after all, only of a little worthless pride and injured feeling ? He went at once to Charles’s room, and knocked at ‘the dodri Ait was still very early, but the young man said “ Come in.’ Charles, up and dressed, was seated by the open window ; but the sweet scents and sounds of early morning had evidently failed to tranquillize him. “Well, Charlie,” said the Doctor kindly, ‘ how are you? Head- CoOnniclooolks ) (SO)