"You see,

the old man,

Mary, he is righted at last," said "and that fine young gentleman

is his son. Raymonds, and the voice-Mr. Tracey's voice; and then when Mr. Tracey came here, would you believe it, the old dog knew him. But my

I knew the footstep of the

poor Ralph! Poor Ralph! I little thought it was his body they had dug out of the rubbish; nor that he had deserted, and that Master Tracey had hidden him in the old cottage, near the Bury, along with the gentleman they were seeking for, high and low; and he would n't tell where he had been sheltering that night, because the soldiers were in the village. Poor Ralph! I'm glad he saved Master Tracey. Father Clifford told me of it nigh half a year ago. Ah! Mary! You little thought who our lodger was ! It seemed as

if he came here on purpose to save our young master."

Old Gregory having been in the secret, had risen greatly in his neighbour's estimation. 66 I should n't wonder," he continued, "if we did n't hear the clock at the Bury strike again. It

has never struck since Father Clifford and I

shut the great gates. Sir Paulet would never let it be wound up after Mr. Gerald's death."

It is to be hoped that such a harmless wish was gratified; but as this story draws near to its close, ere the curtain falls on the characters, a few parting words may be allowed. On their arrival at Woodleigh, they heard that while Sir Clifford had forced from Dixon the narrative of his father's death, the crisis which the physicians predicted had arrived. Mrs. Raymond regained her reason, and was able, even in her dying state, to denounce her brother as the murderer of Gerald. She had learnt it from his own lips. From De Silvain, who now boldly avowed that Mr. Raymond had fallen by his hand, though, as he averred, in fair fight, they further heard that he had been instigated to the crime by the crime by suspecting that Gerald intended to disown his marriage; that he did so by the advice of his brother Tracey. Mrs. Raymond's flight during the absence of Auguste, and the refusal of Gerald to discover

the place of her concealment, had so infuriated him, that, gaining access to his room by the private staircase, he had attacked him, and in his passion slain him. Tracey Everard, by means of some friends abroad, had collected sufficient intelligence of De Silvain to encourage him to follow that worthy to England. He had, under his assumed name of Evelyn, met with Hypolite, the elder brother of Auguste, and also knew that he had been dead many months when the latter introduced himself at Woodleigh, under a name which he thought would ensure his welcome, and prevent him from being recognised as the quarrelsome aggressor, and he feared a suspected assassin. Mr. Everard was enabled to satisfy his son (who related the story of his stolen visit to the Bury) that the mysterious footsteps, and the sounds which Gerald heard as he was seeking the haunted room, might be traced to himself. He had preceded him in his journey towards Woodleigh; had obtained from Father Clifford the key of the turret staircase, and had been visiting his brother's room, when he heard a window open underneath; and fearful

of being seen by any one who might remember him, he had quitted the room by the masked door. Perhaps many a well authenticated ghost story has had no better foundation.

In the course of the next day it was publicly, and if the term be permitted, it was officially made known, that Mr. Tracey Everard was still living, had been recognised by all his old friends, then residing in the neighbourhood, and could bring forward proofs that he was innocent of any attempt on his brother's life; and also that he had married Isabel Talbot, whose death is supposed to have hastened that of her father. One of the first visits that Tracey and his son paid together, was to the church where Isabel Everard had been buried: it was that in which was the family vault of the Talbots.

In the course of the investigation that took place, Mr. Everard was now enabled to own where he had been secreted on the night of his brother's murder. It was at an old deserted cottage on the estate, formerly a keeper's hut, where he had received and concealed two fugi

tives that had been implicated in the rising of '15, had escaped from prison, and applied to him for assistance. One was a Mr. Evelyn, an old friend of his, and also of his brother's ; the second was Ralph Gregory, his fosterfather's son, and a corporal in his own regiment. When he promised to aid them in leaving the country, he was also meditating flight, and had made the best arrangements he could to facilitate it. Isabel, his newly-wedded wife, was to be his companion. That evening had been fixed for their departure. Tracey's prolonged absence alarmed Mr. Evelyn and Ralph, and the latter having changed clothes with his companion, ventured, in the dusk of the evening, to go as far as the Bury, where he first heard of the calamity that had fallen on the family, and also that his young master was suspected of being the assassin. He climbed up unperceived to the window of his room, and obtained entrance. He implored of Tracey to escape; he threatened to denounce himself and Mr. Evelyn too, unless he took advantage of the coming night to leave the Bury. Tracey, fear