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The Mystery of Allan Grale. 249 Wl always be glad to hear from you, or to see you, whenever you’re in town again.” “You must always believe that I can never forget you, Mrs. ‘Wilson, or your kindness, or the days here,” answered Rose, and then Mr. Forester put his hand through her arm and hurried her off. “Well, well,” said Mrs. Wilson, turning back into the deserted parlour, ‘‘ I’m not sure that it’s all as right as it should be. He does mot seem happy with the happiness he ought to feel this day; and there’s a change come over her.” “It’s natural, isn’t it, a change should come over one when one marries ?” remarked Miss North. “Ah!” cried the landlady significantly. ‘ Did anything about the wedding strike you as curious, my dear ?” “No; nothing. I’m not much used to be at weddings, Mrs. Wilson.” “Well, 1t struck me—and it was this. Neither you nor I was allowed to witness their signatures in the vestry. Instead of us, he asked the two strangers to be the witnesses—mere officials—the old beadle and the pew-opener. My dear,” continued the landlady, in quite a sepulchral tone, “I don’t believe he is what he seems, or that his name’s Forester. I think he is a nobleman in disguise.” Little Miss North gave a scream of surprise. ‘The impression has got hold of me,” said Mrs. Wilson. ‘“ And I shouldn’t wonder but he disclosed it to her last evening at their long anterview, for I’m sure she did not suspect it before, and it is that which has dazed and changed her. ‘They are married at any rate, which is the chief thing.” ‘““My goodness !” cried Miss North, adopting the opinion. “I did notice something—sorry enough though she was to leave you, Mrs. Wilson, she never gave the promise to wnte which you asked her for.” “You may be sure I took notice of that as well as you,” rejoined the landlady. ‘Well, it’s a queer world. It’s the queerest world that ever I saw,” she added, as if her experience in universes had een extensive. And then she proceeded to set her house in order, and was in capital cue for administering any rebukes which seemed to be called for. eee LT AR fea: WITH MR. GRALE. Dr. PALMER stood outside his house, inhaling the fresh air of the bright autumn morning. He was about to take his usual round of visits, and had halted in thought. ‘There was one patient whom ‘it was necessary he should see the first thing ; he knew that, and did not hesitate ; and there was another whose case was not so urgent, whom perhaps he ought to see; but this latter lived in a totally CORNIClOOKS (SO) im