come into the parlor.' I had never been asked to do that before, and it struck me all of a heap; but I did what he asked, and was so taken aback at the looks of the lady I saw standing up on the floor with the handsome gentleman, that I stumbled over a stool and made a great racket, and did n't know much where I was or what was going on, till I heard Mr. Stebbins say 'man and wife'; and then it came over me in a hot kind of way that it was a marriage I was seeing."
Timothy Cook stopped to wipe his forehead, as if overcome with the very recollection, and Mr. Gryce took the opportunity to remark:
"You say there were two ladies; now where was the other one at this time?"
"She was there, sir; but I did n't mind much about her, I was so taken up with the handsome one and the way she had of smiling when any one looked at her. I never saw the beat."
I felt a quick thrill go through me.
"Can you remember the color of her hair or eyes?"
"No, sir; I had a feeling as if she was n't dark, and that is all I know."
"But you remember her face?"
"Yes, sir!"
Mr. Gryce here whispered me to procure two pictures which I would find in a certain drawer in his desk, and set them up in different parts of the room unbeknown to the man.
"You have before said," pursued Mr. Gryce, "that you have no remembrance of her name. Now, how was that? Were n't you called upon to sign the certificate?"
"Yes, sir; but I am most ashamed to say it; I was in a sort of maze, and did n't hear much, and only
