MR.

WALRAVEN'S WEDDING.
Mollie Dane made herself very much at home at once in the magnificent Walraven mansion.

The dazzle of its glories scarcely lasted beyond the first day, or, if it did, nobody saw it.

Why, indeed, should she be dazzled?
She, who had been Lady Macbeth, and received the Thane of Cawdor at her own gates; who had been Juliet, the heiress of all the Capulets; who had seen dukes and nobles snubbed unmercifully every night of her life by virtuous poverty, on the stage.

Before the end of the first week Mollie had become the light of the house, perfectly indispensable to the happiness of its inmates.
Miss Dane was launched into society at a dinner-party given for the express purpose by "grandmamma".