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| eee ie. re GraliSY, APRIL,’ fagc; | THE HOUSE OF HALLIWELL. BY MRS. HENRY WOOD, AUTHOR OF ‘“ EAST LYNNE.” > a CHAPTER IX. CHELSON. HE shadow of changes was coming over Seaford. Mr. Coomes fell ill, and died ; ‘and Mr. Halliwell was only performing the duty in the interregnum that occurred between the appointing of ‘another incumbent. Alfred had been very well liked during the time that he had filled the office of curate at Seaford, and the parishioners were in hopes that whoever was appointed to the living would keep him on. Failing anything better, he would have been glad of it himself, but an influential man, a friend of the late Major Halliwell’s, had promised to interest himself in a certain quarter, and try and obtain for him an incumbency. Hester was outgrowing her sorrow; but it was a work of time. er dreams, and perhaps her waking thoughts, would sometimes present confused images of a muddy river, into which a desperate gan had leaped and sunk. ‘The random words of the Swiss governess induced this. ‘The Seafords, after the second winter there, left the castle, and went abroad, and no tidings whatever had been heard of George Archer. _ In spite of Hester’s silence, and absence of all allusion to the sebject, Mrs. Halliwell saw that a change of scene would be bene- 5cial to her, and she sent her to spend this summer at Middlebury ith Mr. and Mrs. Halliwell: many a pleasant month had Hester spent there in her youth. She did not return until September, and ‘he first news that greeted her was that Alfred was appointed to a ving in Chelson, and had just departed for it. It was but a poor tppointment. ‘The living was set down as worth #170 per annum, but the net income scarcely realised A140. Alfred sent them word hat Chelson was a pretty place, and its inhabitants shoes him nuch kindness and hospitality. Again the winter went on, and the spring, A ase ies enough. VOL. XLIX, R | Ml I) | | CORIIELOO© SS) (C©) im