Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1857-01-29

not person one would importune; and
| paid several visits to Greystone Hall
without hearing anything more at all
connected and memorable. *
After some days of illness, made my
way again to a place that had fasci-
nation for me. / was hardly in plight
for so long a walk; and Marg'ret, pity
ing my WEAKNESS, entertained me with
an early cup of tea in her own ROOM
ltwas a room that had been hers when
the Hall was inhabited; she had kept it
just as it used to be when she first came
to live there, more than forty years ago.
Marg'ret was more inclined to talk than
usual on that day. think partly be-
cause | looked as if i wanted amusing
| shall always set down good and gentle
motives for everything that good crea-
ture did; she reminded me of one whom
had lost not so very long before.
When | went home that evening, /
wrote down what Marg'rct had told me,
as nearly as possible in her own words,
which impressed me greatly. / shall
now copy from that notebook. asked
how long the house remained empty af-
ter the sad event she had told me of
some days ago
For many and many year--ten, full;
for it belonged to Mr.. Treylynn, that
cousin of the drowned gentleman; and
he would neither live in it nor let it.
And, | suppose, during this time it
began to be considered as a haunted
place, and to have strange stories told
about it,
AYE; many's the time was fright
ened when | was a child by tales of
what had been seen and heard about
the Hall by people venturing home past
it after nightfall"
"Thcse were idle stories?'
"Mayhap; at all events, the fine old
place was beginning to have a ruinous
look about it; when we heard that Mr..
Treylynn had married some time before,
and his wife had taken a fancy to live
in the Hall, and that her first child
should be born there
''Spite of its being haunted?"
"a pure, sweet spirit had the lady;
she was too happy and too innocent to
give heed to the stories that were told
her. The Hall was put into grand order,
and home came Mr.. Treylynn and his
lady. People talked about it being
unlucky to bring her home to such a
place; but, however it came about, she
was devoted to her husband, and so
CHEEKY and pleasant, that the very SIGHT
Of her made folks forget their croaking
l,4l l.. y, i
and when Christmas passed, and no
body saw anything Of the SnowLady,
whose cry, they said has been heard,
low in calm and loud in storm, ever
since that Christmas Eve, ten years ago,
almost everybody thought the ghost
had gone; only few shook their heads,
and said, wait till the Christmas Eve,
when the snow lies deep; there had been
no snow that year."
'Were you living at the Hall? ?"
81 was. A proud girl it made me,
when the mistress, who had known some
thing of my mother, took me young as |
was, for her own maid"
Iarg'ret paused.
CIV ell, how long did things go smooth
ly?"
"Tll tell you all; you shall believe me
or not, as you like. Next Christmas
Eve drew on. A son had been born to
the master not many weeks before, and
it was to be a right gay Christmas time;
and l don't think anybody thought OF
some herbs were wanted in hurry
from place in the garden where they
were kept. My charge. Miss Clara,
was asleep, and | offered to fetch the
herbs. Threw my apra4 over my head,
for it was bitter cola, and ran out over
the snow. | got what was wanted, and,
coming back, | glanced down the Fir
Walk, as / passed the entrance to it.
! stopped and looked again, throwing
back my apron, and pushing my hair
back from my eyes. Snow had been
falling all day, but had stayed at sunset.
thought the wind must be rising, sweep
ing up the walk, swaying one snow-la-
den yew bough after another, but there
wasn't breath string where | stood
a kind of frozen stiffness was over every
thing! All! and 1t wasn't the wind came
slowly up the walk! Twas the bride
death took one Christmas Eve long ago
the snow-Lady. All of a sudden the
story flashed back upon my mind; a kind
Of awe crept over me, chilling me to the
bone. She-it-came on and on, nearer
and nearer, lifting her snow-white hands
above her snow-crowncd head; and /
stood and watched. 1t came close upon
me, then rushed to the house, not be-
fore the wild cry rang out, and seemed
to stop the beating ofmy heart. In the
hall | met my mistress for did not stop
to go i'll the kitchen way, but went
straight by all the windows. She had
heard. She looked as white as the Snow
Lady herself Her look frightened me
more than ALL "What was it?' she
asked; and ! told her. She looked like
one death-sttickcn. She babe me not
mind had not frightened her-she
was not well, and something else had
panied her that day. She put her hand
to her heart, and sprang to her, but too
late; she fell down on the marble pave
ment, senseless. The library door OPP
enei, and her husband came out, with u
wild look on his face. Dead" 1t was
tone | can never forget that added.
Then I'm doubly, trebly a murderer"
He threw himself down beside her, call
ing her Eleanor! Eleanor . and saying
such words that my blood froze as | lis
tened. l tried all / could to bring her
to. After bit she opened her eyes,
She shuddered when they first met his
eyes, | am sure of that. Then she
smiled, and tried to say to him what she
had said to me-that it was nothing, on
ly she was not well. Would we take
her to bed? She felt herself death struck.
He took her in his arms, talking to her