Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1864-11-17
lose no time, for it is nearly six now
The third door on the left in this entry"
A mans voice in the entry at this
moment exclaimed in laundering tones

moment exclaimed in laundering tones
! "Here let US; then, divide; each in his round
To search her sorrows out; whose hap it is
First to behold her, this way let him lead
Her faihting steps, and meet we here together"
! "Ellen ~ he added "Where the mis-
/! chef is Ellen !''-and, entering, the ow-
ner of the voice proved to be a tall,
! handsome man in cavaliers dress, who
/ came in hastily, saying. "Have l found
you at last ?"
"Mr. Snith-Mr. Johnson said the
tall damsel.
II am glad you've come at last You
will find table in the library ready for
you, said the new conner. s'It's horrid
late. Jane, they wait the Lady Jane. y
''She comes" said the lady whom he
had just before called Ellen. "You will
excuse us, Mr.. Smith we are very busy
just now" And before I could put a
question they were gone.
Where was the doctor? What was
the solution of this odd conduct? Hop
ing to find an answer to both questions
in the library, / went out /; found by
the bright light in the hall the door to
which | had been directed. Upon open
ing it, I found myself in room lighted
only by the reflection of the hall lamp
which [ had just admitted through the
doorway. A fgure in a dark dress
stood in one corner, and, as appeared,
cried, in frantic tone
Whora 10 ba,
They said he was with you he-thou knowest
Whom would say. Uf
Upon my word, I don't, said but
she continued
81 heard We loud. thought
7 heard ye; but. perhance, the dizzyng throb
Of my poor temples. Where is he :"
The question was put in such yell
that was posvitely alarmed.
My dear madame" said.
"Are you Mr.. Smith ?" inquired the
lady, coming forward, and speaking in a
natural Tone
Il am, madam I came here"
Eyes, / know; it's all right l will
not interrupt you, of course. | thought
when you opened the door that it was
Mercy on me there's the bell" And
this second singular female rushed off like
a young whirlwind.
| was beginning to feel rather uncom-
Portable. | knew that my friend Harris,
was rather Quixotic in some of his ideas,
and began to fear that he had turned
his house into private lunatic asylum
Perhaps, [ argued, some explanation may
be found here. | drew from my pocke
my little match box, which I carry to
Ii ight my cigars, and struck match
The light flashed for an instant, and
then went out but I reeled back, for
that one fash showed me, gaping at my
feet, an empty coffin.
A fuint scream from the next room
came to my ears as | stood painting
against the doorway.
"Oh, Lily said a soft voice, "don't
scream so -
Another scream little louder, follow
ed.
"Pinch her," said a mans voice.
Apparently the suggestion was acted
upon for long, loud, piercing shrek
followed, and was greeted by roar Of
laughter from several voices.
Bravo, Lily y said one voice.
mo danger of consumption there !;
her lungs are good' said another.
"Nell pinched awfully,'' said lady s
Voice laughingly
II shall certainly do it again at the
proper time" said the voice of the lady
whom l had met in the parlor.
1.-The brutes are making game of
some unfortunate idiot" l thought, in
dignantly.
"Perdition seize my soul, but do love thee!''
shouted voice so close to the door that
| jumped as if pistol had been fred
there.
"Where is the shroud?" SAID new
voice
I'm the box with the wineglasses,
said another.
The empty coffin flashed on my mind.
and | determined to explore the library
still further. I had dropped my match
box in my first fright, and stopped to
find it. A round, bard substance was
the first object touched, and I drew it
out to the light. Imagine my horror !!
1t was grinning skull. | dropped it
with cry, which attracted no attention
in this queer house; and then, summon
ing up all my resolution, stopped again
for my match box; this time | was more
successful, for found it Immediately.
At that instant a scream so loag. loud,
and piercing that it seemed the concen-
trated yell OF dozen demons sounded
at the head of the stairs, and then wo-
man in long black dress and with a
veil over her face dashed down the stair
case, across the entry, past me, and
stood painting under the hall lamp. An
Instant later, man in the ordinary
dress Of gentleman came from the same
landing, and ran lightly down the stairs.
Back y cried the lady, in voice de-
noting an agony of terror. lone step
nearer, and I plunge this dagger into