Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1862-08-26

pressed forward as if ready to defy every
danger.
Mark now turned to his host for per.
mission. P'
"Yen are quite welcome to take what
liberties you please with my table," said
MT. Sinclair, with his uncouf orta BILE smile:
All stipulaie for is, that am not to be
lleve IN an absurdity."
well. then," said Marx, skillfully form.
ing circle around the table, II have lust
a word o. two more to add. This matter
OF the table turning" he added, very
gravely, ''is rather a serious business
Tables are, as said before, links between
US and the world of spirits-mediums. as
they are called. could, if l chose. ad-
dress some one whose voice we never ex
pect TO hear again yes and be answered !"
The three Misses Popplewood uttered
faint shrek. Mr.. Bounce clustered lludly.
Lucy quietly withdrew to the farthest cor
ner OF the room. while Mr. Sinclair scowl-
ed at Mark Silyertree with as. eva look
az one human being could cast ct aneth~
er.
Still, popular curiosity was aroused
NO one believed word about il, and yet
everybody would like to try.
Mark was just the man for the occasion
-self-possessed and adroit. There was
neatness 10 all his actions. He marshaled
the guests into their places, Lucy forming
one OF the circle. Then, when all had
Joiped hands. and were looking into the
mahogany as 1t 1t were magic mirror,
Mark said, quietly. THE medium of COM
municatien is perfect. Who shall / speak
tot"
There was pause then name was
whispered that sounded rather oddly at
that indentical epoch but the whisper
gathered strength, and at length some one
dared to say aloud, Frank Sinclair"
Our host started from his seat Lucy
turned pale, and leaned upon the eldest
Miss POpplewood, while Mr.. Bounce stared
at Mark. as if petrifed at his audacit6.-
But Mark gave no one time to interfere
with his proceedings He said in q loud,
distinct voice, Frank Sinclair"
IL am here" said voice from beneath ::
so close, it seemed, that every one started
in terror. Not guest was present to
whom that voice was not familiar. 1t was
Frank Siuclair's; he who lay buried in the
depths Of the sea-
The Misses Popplewood tainted. The
strong woman threw their arms
around Mark Silvertree, imploring his pro-
lection while Mr.. Bounce fairly tunk to
his heels, fed to bis own room, and | Ick d
himself IN. Lights wore ext ngushsd.
chairs ard tables overturned, and the
whole sc, ne changed into one of confu-
sion.
Nor was it much better when. after a
time, the guests came trembling back, a
pale and terrified group, ID gather round
| the tlre. There were suppressed voices,
fugitive glhrces into corners aud shudder-
lngs whenever the eye rested on that dark
| oniinous table in the back ground. There
were wonderings and surmisings, and a
dread of bed time 20 ary cham6ers
But bedtime came, and there were whis.
peringS IN the long passages, and a hurried
disrobing, and a burning Of wax tapers as
long as they would last, sn burying o.
faces in the pillows, and beating of lear
full hearts. for the voice was Franks and
Franks vessel had gone down at sea, and
all OH board persisted!
CHAPTER II.
There was a snug little chamber at the
erd of one of the long passages, with the
! freight flashing on a set of jewels that
lay on the dressing table. and showing a
rJbe III as gossamer, with flowers bud
| ding around the skirt, aud wreath of
/ orange blossoms, and u bridal veil, and a
pair uf satin shoes, set ready for the little
! feet to be slipped inti.
! 1t must be Lucy's chamber, and we
hear even now her light tread up the stair
case, and allng the passage. Here she
comes, pale and agiiated, but all the love.
her for it. She sits down and cries Litter
! ly. That is very natural, considering how
| her dead lover had been brought to her re-
membrance. Mark Silvertree might have
| done some better deed than that the nj ghS
before the wedding. 1t was a trick. there
is no question, for Mark was wit and mis-
chief enough for anything yet Lucy must
be very fickle-we told you so from the
beginning. See. she dries her tears, and
wOmanlik begins to look about upon her
fnery. She puts on her jewels, and her
! robe of gossamer, and the veil, and the
bridal wreath, and stands looking al her
SELF IN the mirror; then she smiles, and a
rosy blush sufusses her cheek. She is evil
IDENTIFY satisfied with her apr eIrance, an
with her future destiny. Aud as for Frank
poor fellow ! his memory belongs to by
gone part of her history; in fact, the les:
she thinks of him the better.
And yet, when she has composed herself
to rest, her fair hair living disordered OF
the pillow, aud her cheek resting on hel
hand, we hear whisper, low and murmur
ing, and yet spoken as from the fulness o
her heart 1t is only the whisper of a name
and then she falls asleep, as sereDely as al
intact. We are MT bound TO reveal thu
secret, but we heard the name distinctly
and it vas not that of Archibald Sinclair
There is no end to a wOman's caprice ant
vacillatiop.
Some little distance from this chamber
with its robe of gossamer, and its wreatl
of orange flowers, is another aud very diff
ferent apartment, with sombre hanging
and massive furniture. An Old fashioned
mirror stands upon the table, and into
is peep;ng baggarG, withered face, full {
doubt and fear. and disquiet. 1t is Mr.
Archibald Sinclair, who has gone to rest.
No orc had heard him utter an exclama
ton of fear, or express any opinion Of I'll
mysterious voice, save that 1t was trio
| cleverly performed, and originating IN tn
fertile brain of Mark Silvertree. He ha
rallied his DISCONTINUED guests, aud bro
them back from their hiding places. ii
, had taken pains to efface the di:sgI eeabl
J impression made upon them. He ha
SPOKEN Of Frank as his deeply regrette
, nephew, and reproved Mark for playing q
his feeliugs.-a reproof Mark bore wit
: great equaniWity, and, strange as it ma
, seem, made TO attempt at apology.
He had tried to comfort Lucy, who she
a torrent Of crystal drops with an odd sur
shine between them. He had sootbed tn
} fears of the three Misses Popplewood. an
, had drawn on Mr.. Bounce to brag of bein
the only one of the party who was not i
the least frightened. But now all thi
, mareu7ring is over, and Mr.. Sinclair ha
| retired for the night.