Clarksville chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 186?-1872, 1870-01-22
syILLE, TENN, SATURDAY, JANUARY 70, 1870.

AeDAA OAA4N NINA 80 TO-
Irene's face Of white horror struck
a chill even to Miss Maria's stout
heart, ~ she said, In slow, measure
Bile syllablcs, speaking like one under
the influence of strong mesmeric
power: ~ did see something.
ha.ys seen Wilfred Mayne's ghost"
III tell you I have Iseen Wilfred
Mayne's ghost [ The ghastly face
have % often beheld In dreams lying
amid sea-shells and coral, but I never
thought to sec II thus.',W s1allah hal
"Tell me how and where,u cried
Miss Hewitt, intent only on quietlng
the strong spasInodic emotion that
racked Irensss slender frame. $50
"As came round the path, sing
Ing idly-heaven help NELL saw II
standing among the laurels, erect and
motionless, looking ut me with such
sad, reproachfnl eyeslp',j ,ie,,.,n, ~
a.. my ; dear. y must have been an OPP
"It was no optical dclusion. ] saw
1t, Maria, a. distinctly asI now see
you" oilIa
Miss Hewitt glanced towards the
black sepuIchral clusters Of laurel
with sslight chill creeping along her
But Rene, we know that such
things are impossible. Ghosts are
but o relic Of old-tlme superstition
Impossible or not, broke In Irene
wildly. Ut know that this nivht I
nave seen tne snacow OF MIN VINO
tnat ms ghost has risen up from it,
grave under tre green pillows that
wasn tne spanish SHORES 10 warn me
aea.nSs tn,s mtal marriage! IL 10
eouS" ne'eI
plight my troth 70 Mark Eldon at
the ni..h VIII live ana ole sacred
70 Mhned'A dear memorys ~ opal
huy Hsnef you surely 90 not De-
iieve-" 5t,, =. 800, ..s,,,, n
"Believe! believe" interrupted
Irene with passionate empha sls, :" I
tell you, Maria, I knolc that Wilfred,s
ghost rose up before me this even
ing 7" 'ti1-
| And Irene fell, weak and trembl-
ing, on her friends faithful bosom. q,
All that night Maria watched at
the bedside Of Irene with anxious,
loving care, much fearing lest an at
tack Of brain fever should follow on
this sudden shock aud ,unwonted ex-
citement--and her tender precautions
prevailed. 'l'
Put away the silk and the pearls.
and the, long white veil, Maria. u
said Irene, as the ruddy dawn peeped
shall never need them now" "r',ai1
When Mark Eldon came at the APP
Poih POLY nouI % Giaim nis Promised
Cured to her, in . faint and stifled
voice, auzgui safl erliiai.tta-I Ru{.17.) )
~ cannot marry you, Mark" she
said, Mt the close cannot give my
hand without my heart, after this
warning nom the depths Of the
grave."n N fs,. .i.e.l....er ~
Marks dull complexion turned a
shade more yellow and sickly still a.
he listened. baaI9lIalrt. neqg. -
Irene, you surely VIII not let this
Pigment OF disOrdered Imagination
come between us now p"
II shall neyer marry, MARI, {" she
answered., with quiet, calm determ-
nation, against which he plainly
saw that his Will was but as moth
ing. $500. !. . ~ !,
loved you better than my own soul,
Do not leave me, pray, alone through
Ire" 20 -. - =. :. a a -.
But her answer came Ihrm anc
changelessn II shall never marry
now" $500
And years ebbed by, and Irene
CiliIofd Kept her word. MAD 'E'
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"An old maid" she murmured Il
herself, as she stood at the mirror In
her little chamber, at q seaside hotel
brushing out the sunshiny luxuriancs
!. Of her long, yellow hair. az heard
the little sixteen year-old girls tell
} ing their companions this morning
. that I was an old maid Well, per
haps they are right And yet, how
should have laughed ten years age
at the tlea of my ever becoming M
old mad." Use ~ a,63 i-n'Hla
She smiled In the glass as the ian,
, cies passed through her mind-anC
: the glass smiled back sweet, 0va
face, with tender blue eyes, and ,
skin yet delicate as the lining of I
sea-shsll. Irene saw II, and tool
courage.
+" am not an ugly old maid vet, II
, spite of my thirty years." SIN
thought, tying on her hat for u morn
Ing stroll through the woods with
book IN her hand by way OF q com
panioa. ~ AHN ga i-' -.
: How quiet they are, those still
green aisles, with shifting CLEANS o
sunlight, and the starry CLEAN o
wild flowers dotting the turf at he
feet. Irene wandered ON and ON un
! con iss OF tne SLOW Iapse OF TINE e
unul- oy the slneuiar sensatIon tia.