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344 Lady Grace. Lord Avon in his indifferent way from the depths of an easy chair. ‘*T will see to Cyras.” ‘Not in this instance, Avon,” said Sir Everard, decision in his tone. ‘*Don’t you understand that I owe him a debt, and that I would repay it ?” ‘‘T will take it as a loan from you,” said Cyras, in a low tone of feeling. ‘‘ All right,” laughed the baronet. ‘‘ Then it’s all settled.” ‘““And I hope you will make it the turning point in your life, Cyras,” said Lady Grace, ‘‘and become as steady as Charles is.” Cyras laid down a spray of lilac he had brought in, and spoke with emotion. “I promise you that it shall be so—by the memory of my dead father.” Very shortly after this a double wedding took place in London ; for Gertrude Baumgarten and Mary Dynevor were married together. Everything went off with great success, and Lord Avon gave Gertrude away. Cyras remained in England for it. He was in high form, and insisted upon kissing not only the brides in church, but the bridesmaids afterwards at the breakfast. He had squared up his accounts and would sail the following day for New Zealand, leaving a promise that when he came again his wife should be with him. The Sub-Dean condescended to perform the marriage ceremony for both parties; and Miss Dynevor honoured the company in a new flaxen wig and a bird of paradise: a very magnificent specimen which Cyras had specially procured for her from some island in the Southern seas with an unpronounceable name. SSE St MAY MARION. Eyes of the softest shade of grey, Lips that laugh in a winsome way, Pink-white cheeks as merry as they, And a pert proud chin that seems to say: ‘“ You needn’t go, but you must not stay ’’-- That’s May Marion, that’s my May. Small white hands that hold me at bay, Half in earnest and all in play; Pretty looks that say me ‘‘ nay,” Prettier speeches that are loud with *‘ yea;”’ Smiles that solace and frowns that slay— That’s May Marion, well-a-day! Merry and mischievous, grave and gay, Marion, Marion, hear me, pray! Loyal heart at your feet I lay— Mine, be mine, for ever and aye! G. C. COMIC OOOKS.<©