Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1861-11-01
MIS- Gel. Y.
THE GHOST OF FOSTERS FOLLY.
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tor OF the plan. and accomplished the most
towards carrying !, into eject. Mrs. Hun
ter consented, because she knew OF nothing
better for them to do; and her husband, I,
poor. broken man. was as voice less IN the
matter n his hat. Bu, Ro.e-prot,y, dim.
Piled checked little Rose Hun ter-stoutly
rebellcd She didn't want to be shut up in
the old. deserted castle Of = place; and
wha, was more. she wouldn't she aid.
She would run OF and take Gu 70 OF her.cli.
.Pcrhap. Harry Elliou's mother would
employ her I. govcrncss, her sister inter
ruptcd. dirty.
Ro.e WINGED and turned silently 10 vim
dow The Auetion~er WAS putin: up a
rel aag at the hall door hen they drove
away from the house. Mr. Hunter covered
hi. facs with his hand. and sank INTO a
corner OF tho carriage; Mr.. IIun,er aud
I Henrietta .obbcd behind their hanissrchisi-; /;
while Ro.e silently remembered the dear
old bay window. with il' pretty lounge just
large enough Tor two.
I They we're % tired they hardly cas-, .
glance about them when they rolled under
the carvei stone gateway OF Poster. Folly +.
and imme,iia,ely went w'arilv and indii,r
,u,ly TO bed. but in the morning they were
a.tir early. Ro.e could la, wsi, TO dress be-
fore she opened every door in her roou, to
$50 where they lei o.. and even tip tocd
into the hall q few stop, with her little
hare feet and lowing nish, drr.s. to look
about her. Such q str angc. grand old place
As IL vas. built by IL .uni relative o, Mr.
Hunters some ,went'y years before. Only
par, OF II had been quite finished. ".hs
north wing was ~ Ugh, rambling pl l,cr,
with heavy raiter overhead. oas. noor'
smooth a. those Of our modern daIcing
halls. grore-1ue car'i ng about tho ma a,les
Windows. which weic made 10 slide inic
the walls when open ed.
According n rcpo ri, it vas In one II ,he.'
room, thA, WlIi,u Foster ht,ng him.cl
one dark night, on discovering thr., he bad
involved himself iirei rieyahly in debt. and
thn, hi. a,temp, to bu,ld a pal acc with on
ly moderate mean mus, re. alt in n cDm
plr,c failure. H. lac krd cou'ag' to go out
Of hi. dream.land into the rra' itical world
and fac, the .necr, Mid told you So. oI
hi. aequaintAnec, wnilr ho co. nmcucsi l,is
anew for himself AMI ruined imily 80 b,
settled the mater more satisfactorily q
himself by heing carried o'i, Of his h,l
finished castle IN the arms OF his workmen
aud oblising hi. friends 20 pat him out o.
sigh, hcncath the 'Ojs oi grave. Anl
tho building, n,iti~i Foster. Folly ia
token Of 1t. owners rrsh speculation
stood pnantlc,s and Mo ne in the same in
complete state for years (; aud while a.,
dusty eobwebs gathered upon the qusin,
little windows TRANCE siorie, spring ~
and found Gre! 10. itwi,s reported that th,
ghost, OF the dinppol n,ei man abd BIZ,
wi'e-for Mr., Foster died almost immc1i.
a,ely after h'r hustard-haun,ed the ech.
olns oil room :. and IN gh, be- seen any dark
night promer adins the halls Of the north
wing And the report was not dlficui'
one to 3eliev, when tlIe DAY lish, had faded.
and one stood a lons IN the silence and gloom
Ro., -hudderrd every time .ho went up the
broad staircase at night. and after a while
coaIed Bessie 'irsy. one OF the two servants
who re,naiprd With the family. to sleep IN
a l,,,lo ante room adjoining her chamtcr.
/ Poor little Rose her looks soon quite
/ briici her name. Her round. brightly tint.
ed face gradually los, It. plumpness and
freshness, and her dimple, were seldom seen
\ for want o smiles. Sometimes Bessie would
be waken ed IT, the night by the half .,iiled
sound of .ObbIng, and would listen ,ren.
blinsly. ot daring TO call or rice. In the
morning. her brci,hles, terror departing
with the dark ness. she woald inform her
youn. IN isiress OF what sho bad heard (;
but Ro., would only turn away: smiling
lightly, and Bessle iound no sympathy in
her sUpe rs,itious conjcctures.
Dear dear Mis-. Roso, how you have al
tered ir the las, siI weeks, che said, one
day, while n work IN her young lady's
room. What's the inatterg Please tell
me-
Rose, lying listlessly on n lounge, an.
-wsrcd, quietly, Nothing, Bessie"
But the girl. with her heart foil Of love
and pity for the owner Of the pale. young
face, with its downcast eyes and sad, sweet
mouth, was not to be put Of -. Going
across the Ioom. she knelt down by The
lounge. and taking one Of tho pretty, sat.
iny hand IN hers. said. earnestly-
Dear Nils. ROse. please tell me. You
will be the better for it,
Rose LOGGED up quickly into the kind face,
almost beautiful in earnest sympathy. and
then leap',d forward on the strong shoulder
with eh oking sob.
20, BE s.ie. dear, good Bessie 1t !, Kill.
ing me--ihi' lonely, wre,ehed life. Ii 10
80 shadowy and gloomy here--so cherries
and tomblike. So far from the dear old
place in New York. and--and--'
Rose he.iiated. and Bessie regarded her .
moment with an expressive glance.
Harry Elliott. isit? Don't be afraid
to tell me. dear i,'s nothing to be ashamed
Of
Rose nodded. while her face flushed Grim.
sOu.
Perhaps it's foolish in me, Bessie, but