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ROEHAMPTON:

PRINTED BY JAMES STANLEY.

CONTENTS OF VOL. IV.

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The Miracles of our Lord, as illustrating the Doctrine of Purgatory.

(X. Cure of the Sick Man at the Probatic Pool).

Life of Father Claude de la Colombière (Chapter VII. Vow of Perfec-
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THE MESSENGER

OF THE SACRED HEART OF JESUS.

The Problem Solved.

CHAPTER XIX.

CURRENT OPINIONS.

"I SHOULD like to horsewhip that curate," exclaimed Dr. Vernon savagely, meeting Lady Clive in the vicinity of the Church-house, a few weeks after the Squire's death.

"If I were in your shoes I would not be content with wishing," replied Ada.

"When are you leaving town?" said the Doctor abruptly.

"The day after to-morrow. I am going to visit Helen. Good-bye now. Is she better?"

"Better, no; nor likely to be as long as that ape Russel bullies her. You're a sensible woman, Lady Clive: can't you take her to the North with you for a little?"

"She has declined all my invitations on account of the Protestant nature of my parish church," said Ada, with a rather sad smile.

"The very reason she ought to go with you," growled the Doctor, who was in no very amiable frame of mind. "It's all this tomfoolery of Russel's that is killing her. JULY, 1878.

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Do her good to read her Bible, and not set her foot inside a church except at a reasonable hour on Sunday. Come, your ladyship usually gets her own way. Ask Mr.

Clevedon to spare her for a little."

"I will see," said Ada, who, like the Doctor, had seen below the surface, and knew that Lawrence's mysterious disappearance and the cloud which hung over him was what was really telling upon poor Helen's health and spirits. A month had passed since Mr. Bretherton had left Ulcoombe, and nobody in town had seen or heard anything of him; nay, more, Edith had written to Mrs. Lewis complaining of his silence, and Mr. Lewis had gone at his wife's request to call at his chambers, and had been told that Mr. Bretherton had left London suddenly one evening without saying how long he meant to be away, and that he had left no address, but merely an order that such letters as came for him were to be sent to his bankers, and when Mr. Lewis, feeling sure he should hear something definite, proceeded to the bankers, he was utterly disheartened and perplexed at being told that Mr. Bretherton had left England a week before, and that everything which had come for him had been forwarded to an address given at a banker's in Paris. It was evident that Lawrence was purposely eluding his friends' efforts to trace him, and that he did not want to hear from them, for when Mr. Lewis, at the Von Wertheims' suggestion, wrote to the French banker, he received an answer to the effect that a heap of letters had arrived for Monsieur Bretherton, but that they were as utterly ignorant in Paris of his whereabouts as were the Lewis's themselves.

"I have told Mr. Clevedon either her director or her district is killing his daughter," continued Dr. Vernon, "and I think you could talk him over."

"There is one difficulty," said Ada. "Edith Marsden has promised to come to me as soon as she can get away from Ulcoombe, and I suppose Helen won't meet her."

"How you Christians love one another!" exclaimed the

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