Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1870-01-20
ASTKANGE MARNING
By t. II. s. EsooTr.

BYT. H. s. EscoTr.
We were sitting in what was called by
courtesy mir Franks study" but which
was in reality the smoking-room of the
Vicarage, late at night; three OF us-my
brother, Frank Maihwaring. my cousin Guy
Gervayse. and myself Guy we had neIth-
er Of us seen for years; not, 1 think, since
the old days when he used to spend part OF
his long vacation at Burnley and helped
us to annihilate the game IN which my poor
fathers coyerts were rich, Even Frank
and had seldom met of late, for our paths
were different; he my fathers curate, and
but Just returned. bronzed and altered by
seven years beneath an Indian SUM-
Returned, too, to find the heavy hand OF
death Just closing upon the Vicarege. A
telegram waited me at Southampton, bid
ding me come with all speed, for my father
was fast sinking. / was in time, however
Just in time TO receive his farewell bles-
sing, and to press my lips to the old man s
forehead efe 1t was cold in death We had
only buried him tnat morning; and on the
previous evening we were all of us little
surprised at receiving message from our
cousin Guy, who We had thought was in
Algeria, saying that he would be with us
by ten next morning to follow bis uncle's
corpse to the grave.
1t was one OF my fathers peculiarities,
that during his whole lifetime he had al
ways been singularly reserved on matters
of business: but was very much surprised
to hear from Frank that my father had not
in the course of his illness given even him,
his favorite son, any information as to the
position of his affairs. As I have said, the
funeral had taken place that morning; but
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desks had been searched for days. over
and over again, but it was nowhere discov-
srable That a will existed both my moth
er and Frank were convinced, from the &C.
casional hints of it which my father had
thrown out Much depended on it; fort the
living, my fathers own. had been long II
the family, and there was other property,
the disposal of which it could not but seri
ously affect
While l had been dressing that very
morning, Frank knocked at my door, and
entered the room with the words.
Arthur, you are so skepticai on ali these
matters, that You will smile when you hear
what have to say, but, as live saw your
father last night. Yes, Arthur, the poor
old governor stood by my bedside, just as
have seen him a thousand times, and
said to me in voice that sounded perfect
ly natural. Frank, my dear boy, you want
the will; you will find It with my papers OF
orders. / wished to tell you so the Other
night, wien you We're with Arthur In the
study; bat you we're smoking ana talking.
and 1 could not interrupt you. And theE,
continued Frank, ''he said, God bless YOU
my dear, dear son, just as be used 10 Gay
every night when / gave him his bed-can'
die. 1t washs real as life
n. H. n,,rs hoA Il -
as may be easily imagined, we had had lit
tie time to think or talk further of 1t; b u
now that the fearful ordeal of the funeral
which we all dreaded so mnch for my poo
mothers sake, was over, our thoughts ano
conversation had naturally reverted to 1t
and Frank had only that minute narrated
to Guy Gervayse, IN precisely the sam
words which 1 have given above, the stor.
which he had already told me.
/ noticed as he listened that a curiou
look came over the unreadabie couGte u
ance OF Guy. He said nothing, but ther
was q strange sort of twitching about hi
nostrils and a contraction about his fore
head, which plainly indicated that he fel
much. Perhaps he puFs6 away at his pin
q little quicker than usual, but that was al
Iown 1 was skeptical.
"My dear Frank" said, .'you know "
have examined all the documents, and M
even the papers or orders are to be found
We have hunted high and low, and no trac
of them is visible. / very much fear tbs
your dreams will be purposeless. Whs
say you, Guy?"
But Guy was still silent, only there wa
the same strange preoccupied look abor
his face. Presently Frank threw away th
end OF his cigar into the midst of the log
which were blazing upon old-fasllione
dogs, lit his candle, and bade us goot
night
He was not s man to say much, was N
cousin Guy Gervayse-a curious, impen
trable character-a man who was at a
times given to actions rather than word
who had been at most places in the couri
of his rowing life. and Who spent his tin
roaming up-and down Europe, and out
Europe, as his fancy took him. We use
to be almost afraid of him as boys The
seemed about him desperate fxity ofpu
pose which wass almost cruel. And as
looked that nigh on the SCARED face, ar
noted the penetrating expression OF tn
cold passionless eye, and saw the man
lips set like steel, I thought that anyol
who might happen to cross his purpo
would have assuiedly q poor time IT It.
arthur" he said at last. IF We
you, would renew the search for tho
papers"
'.Yos think there's something in Franz
story, after all? 1 scarcely expected to fl
you a proselyte to the theory of revelatit
by dreaming.
But Guy was still silent, though /
countenance spoke for him and maze 4
anxious to know what his thoughts were.
iii tell you story about dream, 4
thur" he said. after long pause, cuttil
the while a cake of Canvendish as an ini
atory step toward a new pipe; "a drea
which had once which didn't end wi
itself-no by Heavenl-if you care abe
hearing it
The offer was bluntly made, but it
tokened an extraordinary degree of col
municativeness on Guys part, and "
not reluctant TO accept it. The man, as
have said, was in some sense an enigma
us all. Whatever he had done, where
had been. were facts which he chose
keep to himself, ard on which he wou
scarcely care to baye closely questioned hi
But the story of the dream which Guy G'
vayse told me now was In no small met
ure the story of his life. Such as it is,
will relate 1t, using as much as can t
very words used by Guy himself-and
wasted very few in the narration, that y
may be sure of.
Il suppose it was" Guy Gervyse begs
s-because, poor child, she seemed to ne
~ some one whom she could cling to, a
would defend her, that she was attract
towards me IN the first. Poor Sibyl Hes
en- knows whether she could have been hf
py with me-she might have been-a
the child grew to love me. But it was I
to be: you know I've been good d.
amongst the OTienta,s, and kismet IS [
sum Of my creed. Her face-but I'd SOC
-er not think of her face. Well. she shor
have been my vie, and it might have be
q different world to both OF us; but th'
were meddlers I punished one of the
he'll at least DO no more.
"Lorimer was scoundred and cow
by nature; he was a favorite with the wo1
for he had what the world approves Of
limited wealth. They toadied him at Et
and when he ought to have been expel
from Oxford he found some internal tc
who for q good round sum of money t.
no whole matter on himself Perhaps }