The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1869-04-02

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4 "One evening, as we Q me- towards the
Flower. after a hard day s walking, We met
IM!sa Rantyeh. who wes inia state of great
agitation. %, papa, Raymond is here! she
cried Raymond was the troublesome
nephew who ought to have been on the
other side of the Atlantic.
"Poor Mr.. Bantyen was very much per-
turbed by the news. and began apologizing
to me; but 1 assured him, with perfect
truth, that was fond of studying different
samples of my fellow creatures, and counted
several scamps amongst my intimate &C.
quaintances. In truth, have enjoyed the
society OF many man who, from his youth
up, has been source of anxiety to his
friends, but 1 never met cooler card than
this Raymond Fletcher.
81 did not much like the look of him; I
missed the rollicking, reckless look of the
genuine mduciS syet. His expression was
crafty, greedy and malicious, as well as i'm
pudent, and he impressed one as being bad.
rather than mad
he spoke OF his unexpected appearance
as good joke, and compared himself to q
bad shilling. He did the honors of the
house, and attempted to patronize me. Ho
tried, likewise, to impose upon me in the
matter of the society he had mixed with,
asking if 1 knew this man of the Blues,
that man of the Rifle Brigade. At last he
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then had to shut him up.
"There must be some mistake" said T.
y! will not deny that you are the bosom
TREND OF every man i'll position in every
other corps in the SERVICE if you say so,
but none of the -th know you, I am GER
tain
That cooled him Bit and a minute or
TWO afterwards, intercepted look which
told me that he honored me with his parti-
cular hatred. Nevertheless, he rather
courted me, and tried his very best to make
himself agreeable.
"Have you seen the ghost?" he asked me
in the course of the evening.
.! had thought something wanting in
Deadmour Tower, and this question re-
minded me what it WAS. It ought to be
haunted; it was absurd that it should not
be haunted; and at once demanded her
ghost of Miss Bantyen. She told me that
there certainly was the usual spiritual Ie-
gend connected with the old place. A
Jesuit conspirator, priest and soldier, had
been taken and killed, after q desperate re-
sistance, in my bed room; and witnesses,
credible upon other matters, had declared
that they had seen his spectre enveloped
In cloak, pistol in hand, in the fatal cham
Der, and had been duly frightened into
temporary insanity
II suggested that the witnesses had taken
too much liquor when they saw the ghost,
and that after-illness might be delirium
tremens. Mr.. Bantyen smiled politely and
said it was possible; but though he consi-
dered that the Jesuit had been laid for seve-
raj years, probably by getting out of pur-
gatory, he evidently had q latent suspicion
that he really had haunted the place.
my host had procured me some part
ridge shooting at few miles distance, SO
stopped on, though the tower was not very
agreeable residence now. Fletcher was an
odious snob, and Mr.. Bantyen, instead of
kicking him out of the house, was so weak
as to let him bully him.
81 soon saw that the fellow was smitten
with his pretty cousin, ond hated mo worse
than ever for flirting with her, which, of
course, one was bound to do little; and RS
she evidently disliked and feared him, and
was glad to talk to me, in order to avoid
him, dare say there was O little apparent
cause for his jealousy. Besides which, the
presence of n stranger no doubt interfered
with his designs upon Mr.. Bantyen's purse.
MY leave was drawing to close, how
ever, and as intended to spend the last
week OF it in London, the time came for me
extraordinary thing happened-I saw the
phantom
''It was wet and chilly night, and with
that anxiety to make me comfortable which
had actuated the Bantyens during my STAY,
a fire had been lighted in my bedroom.
The first fire of the season is always plea
SAINT, and sat up later than usual to enjoy
it. wrote several letters, and then, wheel
ing my chair round to the hearth, stirred
up the Goals, left the poker between the
bars, lit cigar, took up book, and made
myself happy.
&c! was sitting with my back to thut part
OF the room where the bed was, and conse-
quently facing the queer old mirror told
you of, which was set aslant at the other
end. At about o'clock, one of my candles
began to splutter in it's socket and looking