to this case."

"In the month of September of last year Mr. Lytton came to my house in
company with a lady to whom he wished to be married immediately. I
conducted the pair into the church and married them there, in the
presence of my sexton and his daughter. I registered the marriage in the
church books and gave a certificate, signed by myself and the witnesses
to the marriage. They then left the church together. I had never seen
them before, and I have never seen them since until to-day, when I see
and recognize Mr. Lytton, just as I should recognize his bride if I
should see her."

"Where is she?" inquired the magistrate.

"Your worship, the lady can be produced at once, to be identified by the
witness," said Philip Desmond.

And he wrote on a slip of paper and handed it to a constable, who
silently left the room.

Meanwhile Alden Lytton waited with constantly increasing curiosity to
find out to whom he had been unconsciously married in the month of
September, and in the city of Philadelphia. It flashed upon him suddenly
that he had been in Philadelphia about the middle of the last September,
and in company with Mary Grey. But he felt certain that he had never
gone out with her while there; and he waited with intensely curious
interest to hear how they could possibly make out a case against him.

Presently the door opened and the constable returned, bringing with him
a gracefully-moving woman, dressed in black and deeply veiled.

"Your worship, this is the true wife of the accused, produced here to be
identified by the witness," said Mr. Desmond, taking the hand of the
lady and leading her to the table.

"Will you be so good as to raise your veil, ma'am?" requested the
magistrate.

The lady lifted the black veil and threw it behind her head, revealing
the beautiful face of Mary Grey.

Alden Lytton had half expected to see her, yet he could not forbear the
exclamation:

"Mrs. Grey!"

"Mrs. Lytton, if you please, sir! You have taken from me your love and
your protection, but you can not take from me your name! That is still
mine. You have taken from me my peace of heart, but you shall not take
from me my name! When you address me again call me Mrs. Lytton, for that
is my legal name!"

"It is false--infamously false!" began Alden Lytton, crimsoning with
indignation.

But the magistrate stopped him, saying:

"Mr. Lytton, this is very unseemly. If this lady claims a relation to
you that she can not p