Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1862-07-15
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Il don't believe word Of it," said Aunt
Rebecce.
Toe wine-like glow of sunset yet illu-
mined the great bay window, but the rest
Of the apartment was already enshrouded
in the grey shadows of twilight, in whose
misty iDdistinctness the huge chairs of
carved oak looked like gigantic monsters
| from some foreign shore. From the walls
frowned down dark old family portraits,
and the crimson bangs above the arched
| donrs waved restlessly back ard forth in the
| draughts Of wind that SWEPT through the
| vast rridor.
Il don't believe word it!' ejaculated
| Aunt Rebecra, with more emphasis than
! before. "a ghost story. indeed
! Tell ne about it, Violet said Young
Hardwood, to whom the echoing hall and
/ deep bay window. with it's far-Cff prospect
Of snowy hills and pine forests, veiled in
gathering twilight. to say nothing of pretty
| vi, let Orme's close viciuage, were in6nite>
| ly more attractive than the more modern
| regions Of Alnwick Place.
! at is not much Of a story said Violet,
| flushing up to her very y,lashes at the
und Of her own soft voice; only, years
ago, long before grandpa erected his house,
| it was an unbroken forest and there was
tradition that o beautiful girl, the daughter
| Of q respectable farmer, was horribly muir
dered there. Her grave, they say, was
beneath the foundations of the house, but
| scarcely credit this part of the Legend
of course not, interrupted Miss Rebecca,
| with toss OF her false cu-ls. Il have no
patience with these relics of old country
superstition ?
And. pursued Violet, sinking her voice
| almost to whisper, aud iDstinctively NOV.
| ing nearer to the side Of Lakewood. the
story goes on to say that figure, all ro5ed
| IN white, with crimson wound gaping in
| its throat, sweeps through these ech Ding
vestibules like shadow at the dead Of
night
oh, pshsw p said Aunt Rebecca, impa-
| tiently; you may depend that it ia only
| the red hangings and the moonlight, and
tie wind. / never saw a ghost yet, and
don't believe ever SHALL
'Oh. Aunt Rebecea, said Violet, depre-
catingly, looking round with a nervous
start as some distant door creaked on it's
hinges.
'Fiddlestick p said Miss Rebecca, sharp
ly. Sensible people lie quiet in their
graves after ther are dead and I'll wager
anything that this whole ghost story is a
sheer fabrication of some fool or other who
enjoyed the idea of laughing in his sleeve
at other peoples senseless terror
Il remember said Violet softly, how
fearful used to be of crossing this hall
after dusk, when / was a little timid
Child
But you are not afraid nowP said
Hazeiwood, in half whisper, looking adj
l1iringly down at the delicate. peach bloom
face turned toward his. 'Don't go away
yet; it is so quiet and lovely here in the icy
winter starlight. See that beautiful
planet, blazing like point Of gold above
the red traces of sunset You are not
colJP
'NO-Oh no 7 said the young girl, thought
fully.
Il am glad yuu told me that ghost story
pursued Hazelwood, smiling. Don't start
that noise was only the rustiing of yon-
der faded drsperies. There is something
very pathetic in the lea of that lovely
girl, murdered in the solemn silence of the
primeval old pine forests. can fancy the
whole scene most wildly
He paused, as if Imagination were al,
ready at work in his brain.
i wish you wouldn't talk 80 foo.isbly.
Mr.. Hardwood said Aunt Rsbecca, un.
easily.
What are you looking for, au1ty..
Have You dropped aDythipgi Shall cell