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102 The Story of Charles Strange. ‘*T have a bird,” cried Blanche, her eyes filling. ‘‘There it is, in the cage.” ‘Leave it as a souvenir to the Rectory. Blanche, don’t be a child. I have pictured you as one hitherto, but now that I see you I find my mistake. You must be thinking of other things, my dear.” And thus Blanche Heriot was hurried away. All the parsonage escorted her to the station, the girls in tears, and she almost heart- broken. Of late years Major Carlen had been almost always in debt and difficulty. His property was mortgaged. His only certainty was his half-pay ; but he was lucky at cards, and often luckier at betting. He retained his club and his visiting connection, and dined out three parts of his time. Just now he was up in the world, having scored a prize on some winter racecourse, and he was back in his house in Gloucester Place. It had been let furnished for three years, portions of which time the Major had spent abroad. “Tt will be very dull for me, papa,” sighed Blanche, as they were whirling along in an express train. ‘‘I dare say you are out all day long, as you used to be.” “Not dull at all,” said the Major. ‘You must make Mrs. Guy take you out and about.” ‘Mrs. Guy!” exclaimed Blanche, her blue eyes opening Beery. ‘Ts she in London?” ‘Yes, and a fine old guy she is; more ridiculously nervous than ever,” replied the Major. ‘She arrived unexpectedly from Jersey one evening last week, and quartered herself upon Gloucester Place, for an indefinite period no doubt. She did this once before, if you remember, in your poor mamma’s time.” ‘She will be something in the way of company for me,” said Blanche with another sigh. ‘Aye! She is a stupid goose, but you'll be safer under her wing and mine than you would have been ruralising in the fields and the parsonage garden with that Arnold Ravensworth. I have eyes, Miss Blanche.” So had Blanche, especially just then ; and they were wide open and fixed upon the Major. ** Doing what, papa?” cried she. “T saw his drift: ‘ Blanche’ this, and ‘ Blanche’ the other, and his arm put out for you at everyturn! No,no; I do not leave you there to be converted into Mrs. Arnold Ravensworth.” Blanche clasped her hands and broke into merry laughter. ‘Oh, papa, what an idea !—how could you imagine it? Why, he is § going to marry Mary Stopford.” Major Carlen looked blank. Had he made all this inconvenient haste for nothing? ‘* Who the deuce is Mary Stopford ?” ‘She lives in Devonshire. A pale, gentle girl with nice eyes: I have seen her picture. Arnold wears it to a little chain inside his i CORNICE KS. (E0) m