Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1859-04-16

quickly against my arm. She painted with
the sudden start il had given her, but stood
up in second, and just glsncing at me as !
stood beside her in the dark passage, said
quietly, "Thauk you, Charles. might have
hurt myself very much, if you had not saved
me. And by the way, wish you would have
that stupid thing taken away. My uncle fell
over it last night, and L.suppose it will be
my aunt's turn next"
She ran lightly up the stairs to her sleep
ing.room, laughing TO herself as she went
She had mistaken me for the waiter! But
did not care Though | fancied there was
some difference in our height and arr since
it had given me the pleasure Of hearing my
own name, and spoken by her lips. declare
| solemnly, to this day. that when Mrs. Cath
cart (my wfe) calls me iCharles. an odd feel.
ing comes over me- and | see the hall Of the
J Spread Eagle, and Mrs. Arnold running up
| the stairs, while | stand iD state of maudlin
admiration below. SO much for the power
| Of association.
! ] went to the Opera that evening. ] usu-
ally spent my evenings there, or at the thea.
! tre because | had no acquaintances 10 the
| city, and it was dull sitting in my room alone.
| They played the Bohemian Girl" | remem.
ber, and the tenor sang Mrs. Arnolds song,
"Ihen you'll remember me-" Aud the lights,
and the music, and the crowd seemed to pass
away, and leave me listening TO her again,
touching the piano softly, and half singing.
half hummiug the words, as if, had she trust
ed herself to utter them aloud they would
surely bring tears with them. | thought Of
her constantly till tho opera was over, and
the house empty; ! thought of her over my
hot supper at Nery's aud thought of her
as went home along the deserted streets
| ,1i. l,, IL. II.
thoro, Us | entered the court yard. 1t was
burning brightly enough, and entered the
house, and sat down in the coffee.room q few
moments with the landlord, who was great
friend Of mine, in his way. did not talk to
him, nor he TO me--we were neither Of us
talking men, and seldom had any words to-
gether. Bnt he peered over the morning
paper steadily, intent upon political news
and | held mine upside down before me, and
felt with thrill o: bashful satisfaction, that
! was 20 longer Indifferent 10 the advice of
MIR. Weller senior-"Samivel Samiyel
beware Of the sidders :" No; a widow had
changed mo in the twinklng Of an eye, and
| was in love, rs hopclessly, as unreasonably,
and as fool!shly as any sober man Of thirty
could well be
must now proce ed TO state that Mrs.
Arnold's room was on the second floor, Just
above No. 40, and looking out upon Grace
church street itself. To it she went quietly
on that eventful evening, at the hour Of ten,
just at the time when was sitting in my
box at the Opera thinking Of her. Some
thing made her wakerul. She sat down at
her toilettabe and talked awhile to the
housekeepeT who had come up with clean
pillow cases, and asked many questions about
tho house and the family. How they broached
ha fCfNfc I u but g.,
they began TO think. and to speak about that
strange pheuomrucn oalied spiritual rap
pings" The Cock Lane ghost was brought
upon the carpet, and various other stories
told, till Mrs. Arnold grew nervous, and
IaughinGly declared she would hear no more
Then the housekecper bade her good night
and she locked her door, and began TO prepare
for bed
The room was large, rather dark, and full
of corners and recesses. The light of the
two WAY candles on the toilet-table only
served TO make these corners visible in their
shedowy gloom. The bed was high, and
hung about with dark crimson curtains the
furniture OF the room was dark. too and the
cushions of the chairs and the covers OF the
tables red also. 1t is a color whicn needs
much light to set it off to advantage it
looked dismal enough to her Just then At
one end Of tho room O door led info kind
OF large closet, which was unfuruished, and
looked out into the court yard bot this door
opened out into Mrs. Arnolds room, and
locked on that side. Sometimes linen was
kept there; and the bousekeeper had evil
IDENTIFY been there that evening, for the key
was in the lock, and the door little niar -
Mrs. Arnold would have preferred it locked,
but she was too timid to cross her room just
then.
She addressed slowly, singing in low
voice, the song had heard her sing that
evening. IS she bent down to unlace her
boot, she happened to cast her eyes towards
the closet (she had vision like an esgle) and
to her surprise and terror, she saw it move
distinc1ly-only the lower part of the door,
for she had presence of mind enough not to
start, and the bed concealed the upper part,
as she was STOPPING. The legend of that
woman who saw the great boot of man
under her bed, yet had courage to stay in the
room all the evening, going on with her ord-
nary household duties within reach Of the
assassn's knife, till her husband came, and
she was safe, flashed across her mind, aud
taught her how TO act She yawned luxu.-
ously, interrupted her singing one moment,
and then went on with a steady voice. After
she had prepared for bed, she folded her
u'NssluS bO"h aIodHu HeTi Unu DTuSneu ueT
hair before the glass. la that mirror che
could see the door move now and then, as if
her visitor was getting impatient; and once
1t creaked. She started, naturally and threw
her slipper against the wall, as if to frighten
away the mice, and resumed her occupation
When that was over, she went to her jewel.
case, which stood upon the toilet-table, and
turned its bright contents out in q heap be.
fore her. She held q spray of diamonds
against her hair, as if to try its effect she
clasped and unClaSped her bracelets, aud
toyed with her rings. Meauwhile the door
creaked again. and letting an unset diamond
fall to the ground, and STOPPING to pick it
up, she saw with a rapid glance that burly,
Unlocking man was peering at her from be.
hind the curtains OF the bed. lie started
back, thinking himself discovered and in that
moment Of horrible anxiety-that moment
which for aught she knew might be her last
what did she do? She could hear his
breathing distinctly, sharpsned as all her
senses were, and almost felt the cold steel in
her heart and SO she made herself a mock.
ing curtsey in the glass, and held the diamond
spray above her forehead.
duchess Of Nemours !" she said, softly,
"Apd why not? | should look well with a
coronet. ! wish my husband was dead !"
She leaned her head upon her hand, and
seemed to think. A subdued rusting told
her that the robbsr was retreating. The
door swung softly together-she saw it in
the plaea-ond har rasnlntion takan