The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1861-03-30

<sx peiov non yv,. oavo neard the notss n
I made in little book that was found among hil
things after he was dead, you will know what
| mean. His cousin gave that beck TO me, know
ing am curious after odd stories Of the neigh
borhood; and what am going to read, is writ
an in his hand. i know his hand we'll and
earthly 10 it
rAssAons ron JAnks LAwRUcR's JOURNAL
LONDON, Angua II, 1929.
Honor Livingston has kept her word with me.
l saw her last night as plainly as I now see IL b
pen am writing with, and the nk-bottll
have just dipped it into. saw her stsndiL !
betwixt the two lights, looking at me, exaA
ss abe looked the last time saw her alive.
WAS neither asleep, nor dreaming ng-awake. l hAS
only drunk q couple Of glasses Of wine at din.
ner, and was a. much my own man as o ~
was In my life. 1t Is all nonsense to ia }
about fancy and optical delusions in this cas-. +,
saw her with my eyes as distinctly as ew /
saw her alive in the body. The hall clooi
had just struck eight, and II was CROWN.
dusk exactly the time Of evening, as wei
remember, when she came creeping round b,
the cottage wall, and saw me through the opcii
window, gathering up nv books and making
ready to 20 away frem Ashendell. She AZ
the last thou ht to have come into my mind u
that moment, for | was just on the point
lighting my cigar and geing out for stro 1,
before turning In at the Daltons, to ch 4
with Anne. All at once there she was, II.
nor herself | could have sworn it, had I n,
seen them put her under ground lust Z
twslve month ago. could not take my eye
sf her; and there abe stood, as nearly as cil
/ ell, q minute-but u may have been an hosiS
and then the place she had filled was empty
! was so much bewtldercd and out VI myyrr (
as it were, that for a while could neith, :
think Of anything, nor hear of anything, bu {
the mad heavy throbbing Of my own pulssA
| cannot say that was scared exactly; Soi
actual sensation had was Of my own hea I
humping in my own breast like sledge-haA.
mer.
But can call her up now and anAlyse her.
wan, vague, misty outline, with Honor's owu
eyes full upon me. can almost fancy I hesi
her asking again, "Is IL true you're goin &,
James You're not really going, Jamss3"
Now am not the man TO be frightened by A
shadow, though that shadow be Honor Livin.
'ton, whom they say as good as murdered. [
Alwsvs had a turn for investigating riddles, 50
ritual, physiological and 9th. h.rwise; and shal
follow this mystery up, and note whether sh
ZONES back to me year by year as she promised
have never kept a diary Of personal matter,
before, not being one who cares to see spectre
Of himself at remote periods Of his liz
talking to him again Of his adventures an
misadvsntnres out Of yellow old paeo
that had better never have been writes
but this is q marked event worth commems
rating, and > well authenticated ghost story "a
me who never believed in ghosts before.
1t was ra,her spiteful threat Of Honor
"Ill haunt ysu tin you come TO the AshenG u.
where I'm going now |" might have stopped
her, but il never entered my mind what shs
meant until it was done. did not sxpsa
she would make tragedy Of a little love sto
~ she did not look like that sort Of thing.
She was no ghost, bless her in the flesh, but ss