Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1872-08-22

in my own morocco travelling bag, so
they cannot possibly be stolen. Does
that content you2'
Only half, Mrs. Chester said Clara
smiling very faint, indistinct kind Of
shadowy smile.
Mrs. Hyde Chester, a bustling kind
OF person. was not satisfied until thev
were at the station, had purchased their
tickets, and safely bestowed them
selves in the train. Clara Campfort
was leaning against the window idly
watching the hurrying throngs, as they
perpetually came and went, when sud-
denly she withdrew her face, with
low cry.
Mercy upon us, child a! exclaimed
Mrs. Hyde Chester what's the mat
terS'
The face-the very face l saw in
my dreaml' Clara cried, her own face
blanching like that of dead person.
oh. Mrs. Chester, our fate is following
us in his shape!'
Clara, said Mrs. Chester, as nearly
angry as she ever could be, Il never
saw such ridiculous superstition in my
life
But the diamonds. muttered Clara,
as if speaking to herself; this glitter
was interviewer through it all. II must
be-yes it must be that he watched
YOU when you got them from the bank
that he is on our track =
Clara, hush tell You will not
| have it.'
And Mrs. Hyde Choster's fair, plump
face actually looked for the instant al
most pale. Clara turned toward her
with an eager wistful glance.
We go as far as Terriswode by train.
Then Terriswode is twelve miles from
Daingeriield'
Yes; we take conveyance thence
What kind Of road is it:
Very wild and picturesque
And lonelvT
les, Mrs. Chester admitted almost
unwillingly, 1T is a little lonely
DO we pass over it by daylight"
Mostly, if the train is OH time.
1t will not be on time to-day, said
Clara, quietly.
Clara how can YOU tell:'
Il don't know, but l am quite sure
of it,
Il wouldn't have my head SO full of
Old World notions As YOU for its
weight in gold Clara Campfort, said
the elder lady, trying to repress Ii T.
tie shudder, which, in spite of herself.
would thrill through her frame.
But Miss Campfort. strange to say,
was right. The trains due at Terris.
wode at five, did not arrive until some
minutes afte- SIX. owing TO delays con-
sequent upon repairs on the line.
Il knew it, said Clara, quietly, while
Mrs. Chester stared at her, almost be.
ginning TO believe that her old house
keeper was right, and that Mrs. Clara
Campfort was 'uncannv.'
There were several rusty equipAges
waiting at the out-of-the-way railway
station TO carry passengers in various
directions and Mrs. Hyde Choster en-.
gagged the most civilized looking Of all
to carry her and her young companion
To Daingerdeld.
There" whispered Clara, as she
took her seat beside Mrs. Chester,
Did you see that man glide past on
the platform! l told you he was fol-
lowing US!
Mrs. Chester stretched her plump
neck, but she could only see the bac
part of the passengers head.
After ALL she said, argumentat i've
Is 'a'railroad station is free TO ALL
Clara did not answer, but leaned
back in the vehicle.
Mrs Hyde Chester chatted merrily,
as they rolled along over the uneven
country roads but Clara answered but
little-she was in no mood for CONVEX
sation.
The November night, chill and star.
less, had closed quite dark over the
glen of the autumna. copses, as they
began to ascend the long, wooded hill
that lay between Tcrriswode and Dam.
gerheld. Both ladies wearied with
their long journey, were quite silent.
Mrs. Hyde Chester had fallen into a
dose, when sne was suddenly aroused
by the vehicle coming to full stop.
Dear me- said Mrs. Chester sitting
upright, what can be the matter!'
I'm sorry, ma'aU,' said the Jehu,
his face appearing as it were, in a
black form at the window of the equi-
page, but we've broken down.
Broken down.
'Ies'm; it's-the axle-tree broken
clean in halves
Can you fix it.'
Not unless | had the tools, ma am
and there is not a shop this side OF
Terriswode.'
But what are we TO do. We can,
stay here all night. We must walk the
rest of the way to Daingertield.'
Its six miles, ma'a and q mortal
bad road besides
You might stay at Tobey Woode s
just beyond-don't you see the light
a twinklin'.'
is it a public house!'
We'll, no ma'am. not exactly, but
they does take in folks when they can
get EN-. And could ride one Of the
horses back to Terriswode and get an.
other trap, and you'll be at DANGER.
field in good time in the morning.
oh dear, said Mrs. Chester, dispar.
ingly; Il wish now that had followed
your advice, Clara. l shall not reach
Daingerfeld tonight, after all.
Tobey Wooden's proved to be q
ruinous old farmhouse built on hill
side in the woods. and distinguished
mainly by its peaked roof and dilapi.
dated porch.