"Clayborne, of course, I remember very well indeed--he must be getting an old man now--like myself! What is it you want to know, now ?" "I shall have to take you into my confidence," replied Bryce, who had carefully laid his plans and prepared his story, "and you, I am sure, Mr.Gilwaters, will respect mine.

I have for two years been in practice at Wrychester, and have there made the acquaintance of a young lady whom I earnestly desire to marry.

She is the ward of the man to whom I have been assistant.

And I think you will begin to see why I have come to you when I say that this young lady's name is--Mary Bewery." The old clergyman started, and looked at his visitor with unusual interest.

He grasped the arm of his elbow chair and leaned forward.
"Mary Bewery!" he said in a low whisper.