Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1853-03-23

the earth was covered with white and spot
less snow. The moon had risen to the
highest point in the heavens, and was she'd
ding her soft and mellow light On the OBJ
jects around.
I'm vain WATCH" murmered Morris
cit is only their heated imaginations, and
yet saw my dear brother on the night pre-
vious to my fight )" then turning his eyes
down the road, he was surprised to see a
horse and rider approaching the house with
great velocity.
Stopping suddenly at the door, he alght-
ed and entered. Moni is was certain that
the door had been strongly barred and locked
yet the midnight visitor entered without
any difficulty. Fastening to his seat, Mr..
Warner sat down to await what further
should transpire, but no sooner had he done
so than the room was filled in an instant
with brilliant light, rivalling that of the
sun, and his door, which was also locked,
opened without the least noise, and the
rider entered in the person of his brother
Again he placed his finger to his lips for
silence, and then removing it, he spoke in
deep sepulchral tone, and said
"Morris, the period of your exile draws
to a close, and ere the sun shall shine upon
you again, your father shall be no more on
earth"
edward is it you that stands before
me-" inquired Morris.
"Yes," was the reply.
"What proof will you give me that it is
not my imagination ?"
"Will calling up the past before you be
convincing?"
eyes"
"Then see again the drama and it's ac-
tors of the night of your escape pass before
you," said the spectre, waving his hand
and pointing to the wall of the room. 1t
seemed to open, and there Morris saw his
father and his accomplices forcing into the
room Mrs. Warner. He even saw himself
and Francis striking the fatal blows which
gained for them their liberty.
Darkness overshadows the room, and the
scene is lost, but again the light illumines
the walls and another scene presents itself.
1t is large and elegantly furnished cham
Der; lying on bed is the form of man,
who is gasping for breath. There are
many standing around him-he motions his
attendants to raise him up-they do so and
he speaks
"Morris-Morris, forgive your father,
and die content, aud all that is mine is
now thine.''
He falls back-gives one groan and is
dead.
els it enough, Morris?" asked his Wis
itor.
"Yes-I ask for no MORE" replied Nor
ris.
"One month from to-day you will receive
letter from England, which will contain
news CT your fathers death. At that time
be prepared to return home and take pos
session of your fathers titles and estates,
which he has left for you to inherit As
another proof of my being here this night,
when you arise in the morning you will
find the print of horses hoofs at your door,
but none leading to or from it. Farewell
we shall meet no more on earth :" and the
mysterious visitant had gone.
The next morning, when Francis went
out of the house, he found the prints of
horses feet, but no tracks could be seen
divergjug from it in any direction.
Precisely one month from that day Nor
ris received letter from England. On
taking it from the post, he observed that the
seal WAS black, aud opening it, he read of
his fathers death, at the very hour and