Rapides gazette. (Alexandria, La.) 1869-187?, 1873-09-27

dered almost shapeless by the additional
snow That had fallen upon 1t during the
evening. We laid him down near it-him
who, few hours before, had been the
merrlest Of merry party-as insensible
now to love, and Joy, and sorrow as the
perlshable image he had helped to raise.
Then a look of indecision came into
Lady James face. She glanced about rest.
lessly, as if seeking for something.
Il had forgotten" she muttered. "We
must go and get them."
My heart beat wildly with the hope of
escape. | struggled to speak, and at last
found words.
"Will it not be best for me to remain
here while you bring what is wanted?'
The watchful cunning returned to her
eyes.
"There is no need" she said. "Who
would harm him now? Has he not paid
the penalty?''
She once more took my hand, and drew
me with her, by heavy clumps of ever
greens, across broad, unbroken sheets of
moOnlit snow, under leafless trees that
cast a shadowy network on the white
ground, into the deeper shadow of high
wall, against which was the gardeners
tool-house. She CROPPED about there until
she found two spades, the smaller and
lighter of which she gave to me. Then
she led me back to the west garden and
bade me work"
Strange workers strange and awful
work
In iower-plot, that during the sum-
mer had been gay with many-hued bios
SONS, we dug grave without much diff
culty-the earth was so soft under the
| snow and there we laid him.
But first Lady Jane knelt by his side,
and uncovered his face. Did she remem-
Der? Did she see i'm it the face of her
lover? For moment, l think, yes--so
gently did she bend over him, so tenderly
did she kiss the pale lips and brow before
hiding them from her sight forever.
Our task was done, and we returned to
the house, which was still quite silent.
When we were near my room, Lady Jane
paused, suffering me to proceed alone. l
turned on reaching the threshold, and
saw her white dress cleaning through the
dimness-almost fancied could see her
cruel, glittering eyes.
Ihastened to shut her out, locked the
door with trembling fingers, and then fell
senseless upon the floor.
When l came to myself was in my
own bed, with bright-faced Honor MUIR
ply, our Irish school-roOm maid, beside
me, patting and smoothing the cOverlet
did / wake you, miss? Sure, i
couldn't lave you that way, with the
clothes all off you, an such a frost as
there was in the night. No wonder for
you to have cough! A bitter cOwld
mornin' it was for Sir Hugh to be goin'."
"Sir Hugh" said bewildered. "Sir
Hugh Shafto?'
"Glory be to goodness, miss! don't
look at me that way. One 'ud think twas
ghost We saw. The saints preserve us
Didn't We know Sir Hugh was LAWN to
day? There was Lady Jane up to see
him off, an it almost dark"
SO Honor says she to me, don't call
Miss Wacie this mornin'. Let her sleep,'
says she, for l KEEP her up talkin' last
night
livery well, my lady, SAYS L.
AM Tm thinkin' it's few lessons
Lady Winifred will do this day. She's
cryin' her eyes out afther Sir Hugh. He's
as good as brother to her an sure it's
her brother he'll be yet-leastways her
brOther-in-law, which is the same thing,
barrin' the law. But what was the mat
ther with yeu, miss? Sure, you're as
white as the sheet. Is it sick you p
or may be you've been dhramin'?'"
"Yes, Honor" 1 said, " it was dream,
think"
"Then. never mind it, miss. There
was me cousin, Tim Mahony, he dhramed
three nights runnin' that there was crock
of gould buried undher the wall of his
cabin. So what does he do but goes an
pulls il dOwn-the purtiest little cabin In
the country it was. Well, miss, sorra a
crock, full or empty, did he find afther
all his diggin'; an there's his wife. honest
woman, an the childer, with no roof to
spake of over their heads, an such wealth
er as it Is; while Tim won't do hands
turn of work, on'y rootin' about the
place.
''' Sure the gould must be somewhere
says he, didn't the dhrame tell me about
"Dhrame, indeedi Bad luck to 'em for
dhrames, bOtherin' people when they're
asleep and haven't their sinses about
them"
A short time ago saw Lady Jane Shafto
and her husband, and was introduced to the
little son and heir, of whom, Ineed hard
ly say, they are both wonderfully proud.
My dearpupil, Winifred, is at the old place
in ireland, but am no longer her gov
erness, nor anybody's indeed-except,
perhaps, Cn3rneS; ne certainty neeus
keeping In order sometimes.
Assure1ly our house is not haunted, it
is much too bright and new for that, and
| have ablured ghost stories forever yet
now and then, when Pm alone in the eve
ming, waiting for Charlie to come home,
shiver and look around me fearfully as
remember that terrible night at Castle
Kevin.-0nce a Week.
A Young Man Who Wasn't Posted.
The new fashioned belts for carving