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The Mystery of Allan Grale. 93 of Allan’s disappearance; and she ended by reading aloud Mrs. Gibson’s last letter. ‘That dreadful Black Pool comes into Marget’s dreams, as it came into my dream, you see,” she concluded, folding the letter. “It must be that: there can’t be another such a dark and dreary spot, nor here nor in Scotland. And it frightens me, Dr. Palmer.” ‘Frightens you?” he repeated slowly, as if his thoughts were away just now. ‘‘T get wondering whether any ill happened to Alny that night. It was thought, you know, that the Black Pool was the place he went to, to meet Edgar Vivian. Doctor,” she whispered, a fit of tremor shaking her, ‘‘can he be lying tn tt ?” Dr. Palmer did his best to calm Mrs. Grale’s fancies, administered a sedative, and departed. It was not his place to speak ; he would not be the one to bring an evil deed to light and disturb a peaceful community: but the Doctor had not felt easy in his own mind ever since the conversation with old Brice. No, nor for some little time before that. Carrey Ree exe" A TELEGRAM THERE followed a week or two of very unseasonable and rainy weather at Dering. George Vivian, who was back again with renewed freshness on his refined face and with his usual vivacity, found time hang heavily on his hands at the Court, and openly reproached the skies for looking black and angry in the sweet month of June. There was a restlessness in his manner, not very difficult to detect, had anybody watched him closely. In a month or two, George would very much need to be away again ; this time for a longer period ; and he knew not how to obtain the General’s consent. This rather worried him. | | At last there came a bright day of sunshine, following on the weeks of gloom, which enabled people to go abroad once more. Mary Anne Grale proposed a drive to the Court. : Mrs. Grale objected. ‘‘ I’m not equal to visiting,” she said. ‘‘ My spirits are low.” _ “ And the more you stop at home, the lower they’ll get,” responded Mary Anne, who sometimes reproached her mother with “giving way ;” though she knew nothing of the one great giving way which had called for a visit from Dr. Palmer, the household having been requested by their mistress not to speak of it. ‘‘Put your things on, mamma ; I shall order the carriage.” Mary Anne Grale’s temper had not been very good lately. She had never forgotten that episode in the London draper’s shop; and CONIIClOO© (CO)