It was late when I got home from my round of calls, and found tea awaiting my arrival. “Any one been here?” I asked--my usual question. “No one.' The answer pleased me for I had many things on my mind, and I wished to have a good long evening with my wife. Baby Mary and Louis were asleep: but we had the sweet, gentle face of Agnes, our first born, to brighten the meal-time. After she was in dream-land, guarded by the loving angels who watch with children in sleep, and Constance was through with her household cares for the evening, I came into the sitting-room from my office, and taking the large rocking-chair, leaned my head back, mind and body enjoying a sense of rest and comfort. “You are not the only one,” said my wife, looking up from the basket of work through which she had been searching for some article, “who noticed lights in the Allen House last evening.” “Who else saw them?” I asked. “Mrs. Dean says she heard two or three people say that the house was lit up all over--a perfect illumination.” “Stories lose nothing in being re-told. The illumination was confined to the room in which Captain Allen died. I am witness to that. But I have something more for your ears. This afternoon, as I rode past, I saw an old-fashioned English coach, with a liveried driver and footman, turn into the gate. From this two ladies alighted and went into the house; when the coach was driven to the stables. Now, what do you think of that?” “We are to have a romance enacted in our very midst, it would seem,” replied my wife, in her unimpassioned way. “Other eyes have seen this also, and the strange fact is buzzing through the town. I was only waiting until we were alone to tell you that these two ladies whom you saw, arrived at the Allen House in their carriage near about daylight, on the day before yesterday. But no one knows who they are, or from whence they came. It is said that they made themselves as completely at home as if they were in their own house; selected the north-west chamber as their sleeping apartment; and ordered the old servants about with an air of authority that subdued them to obedience.” “But what of Mrs. Allen?” I asked, in astonishment at all this. “The stories about her reception of the strangers do not agree. According to one, the old lady was all resistance and indignation at this intrusion; according to another, she gave way, passively, as if she were no longer sole mistress of the house.” Constance ceased speaking, for there came the usual interruption to our evening _tete-a-tete_--the ringing of my office bell. “You are wanted up at the Allen House, Doctor, said my boy, coming in from the office a few moments afterwards. “Who is sick?” I asked. “The old lady.” “Any thing serious?” “I don't know, sir. But I should think there was from the way old Aunty looked. She says, come up as quickly as you can.” “Is she in the office?” “No, sir. She just said that, and then went out in a hurry.”