Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1869-11-06

had lately been taken from SCHOOL, on
account Of nervousness, and sent to him
for medical treatment, but that home
sickness and loneliness had made her
worse. She had occasionally walked in
her sleep before, but only about the
house and grounds at home. 81 think
the moon must have bewitched me" sho
said, smiling through her tears. That
night she bad, before going to bed,
looked across the little valley to the
pleasant house on the hill, watched the
cheerful Christmas lights that Cleaned
through the pine trees, and long ed to be
one of the happy party there, though
she was 4 stranger 10 all.
She had cried herself to sleep. she said.
and that, was all she knew of her myste-
rious midnight tramp over snow, and
stones, and ice. Not a memory, not n
thought could she recall till the moment
when she found herself standing on that
hearth, In her night-dress, with so many
wondering eyes upon her.
''Oh, dear! what did you think of inc i?
What can ycu think of me % she
moaped. t-s a-x l...
"Neyer mind what we think of you,
my poor child" said good, motberly
Mrs. rPercival, "we love you already, SO
just drink this nice sage tea, and go to
slcep.n5lsb Loo .....
"'rhe poor child" pot a little natural
sleep, and in the morning appeared some
what less ghosily than the apparition of
Christmas night, But she was still
very pale, with playful, shy, grieved
1ook She was suffering less than was
expected from the exposure, but more
from the nervous shock of the night be-
fore, and by the advice of her uncle,
who had been summoned, cons cnted to
remain with her new friends fer few
i Young John Percipal was Hospitality
kind to the invalid guest, not seeming to
perceive that she shrank from his atten-
tons in q sensitive, disquieted way. Yet
when his eye was not or her, she was
observed to study his face with a pecu-
liar inquirihg expression. She could not
remember having seen that face at the
fearful moment of her awakening. and
she hoped he had not been a witness of
that walking trance, which she regarded
with absolute horror.
Finally, on the last dav of her visit,
finding herself alone with him for n mo-
mentyounder' a desperate impulse, she
asked. :......,.. 90 -..-.
'Did you too see rue that night, Mr..
Percival?"
lie was touched by the trcmble in the
voice aud the wistful look in her dark
eyes; but he answered honestly:
81 can not deny that did see YOU
thought p" J. a.' %
"Thought ?-why, | thought if ghosts
would always come in such shapes, !
would never fear them more"
p The shy smile and rosy blush that his
playful answer called forth seemed first
to reveal toahe young collegian the pale,
sad vision of the night as a lovely flesh
and-blood reality. ID.
| never heard of Lucy Eliet "revisit-
ing the glimpscs of the moor," as a SOM
nambulis,, after this, but | did hear that
on another Christmas night she stood on
the hearth of the old farmhouse, dressed
all in white, in the midst of the same
family circle, and that she gazed about
her, and said 81 am afraid I am walking
in my sleep again." and that she then
put up her hands in pretty, deprecciat-
ing way, and added: "But if / am,
John, don't wake me-"
'.ar' q. Hearth and Home.