The Cass County Republican. [volume] (Dowagiac, Mich.) 18??-1880, 1862-09-25

tired for the night.
He is evidently nervous. See how
he stands and listens. He shudderl
least another face than his should pee
into the mirror, and he turns from j
abruptly. A coal dropping from tho
fire makes him start. He steals around
the room like culprit. 1t is very dis
agreeable To be nervous, and so he finds
it. There is but one refuge for him,
and that is in oblivian. So he hastily
gets into bed and resolves TO sleep.
But did sleep ever come under such
circumstances ? He tosses from side
to side; he starts, he listens. Will
morning never come?
1t does not matter so much as long
as his taper burns, and sheds a flicker.
ing light over the room. 1t can certify
him that nothing is there. But by and
by it sinks into the socket and goes out.
The moon is behind cloud, the fire is
at its last ember, and nothing can be
discerned with clearness. Presently
the moon breaks forth again and Mr..
Sinclair halls it with joy. He lifts up
his head and looks around-he thought
he heard sound. r.
There is figure standing between
the curtains at the bottom of the bed.
He can see it quite distinctly. There
il no mistake. He knows he is not
dreaming-he wishes he were. But he
is wide awake, with his sense of sight
aud hearing on the stretch. 1t is the
most unpleasant moment of his life.
His eyes are riveted on the form that
has presented itself thus suddenly be-
fore him. 1t stands solemn and still,
as if to give him time to recognize it.
And he does. 1t is Frank Sinclair!
Many dreary hours have to succeed
each other before the light of dawn
puts these terrors to fight. Thcphan-
tom is gone, but still he dare not move.
He is as if paralyzed. That night is
+'".'1
But all things have an end, and so
the darkness begins to give away. He
can hear sounds in the house the stir
of life has begun again. Streaks Of
daylight appear on the curtains, and he
springs up and dresses hastily. 1t is
his wedding morning.!
Early as he is, he is none too soon.
He rnshes to the window and looks out.
Wonder of wonders | Out step the
three Misses Popplewood, in wedding
costume, politely escorted by Mark Sill
vertree and Mr.. Bounce.
''Stay ! stay p shouted Mr.. Sinclair,
"you are going without the bridegroom"
and he runs to the door to pull it open.
1t is locked! In vain he tugs at the
handle. In vain he stamps and RACES.
The door presents barrier complete
Again he flies to the window, and
filings back the easement and calls to
the postilion to stop. But now, behold
the greatest wonder of all Out comes
Lucy, in her bridal dress, her veil and
orange blossmoms, looking flushed with
happiness, and leading her by the hand
was no other than his nephew Frank,
the phantom of the night before, but
marveously like flesh and blood, with
white kid gloves, and an orange bios
som in his bntton hole. ''F2 ~
All? Mr.. Sinclair, you may scotland
storm as you will. You may hammer
at the door, and shake the steDtioDs of
The windows, that you have yourself
placed there for protection. You may
cali upon your bride to stop, and you
may heap upon the Bridegroom every
threat that the English language can
coin. 1t is all in vain 1t will not
prevent the carriages driving as fast
as they can to the village church, nor
Lucy from wedding her true lover,
(whose death was a fiction of your own
invention, that you might marry the
heiress yourself,) nor the bells from
striking up merry peal that must
needs jar unpleasantly upon your ear
You must endure as best you can the
failure of your schemes, and confess
that fraud has been repaied by artitice,
and that TIE TABLES HAVE BEEN MOST
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