, 1873-09-28

would not wrlto in that oold manner, he would
como himaeh and ontrent mo to be frionds.
Frionds I" slie laughed seornfully: begin to
hato tho old wrotch, aud II I did stay lore, to
s gS 'ASt w.t. nb s9s o9s % ca C ad 5 Tea sro ps bel
hor oyea grow wi1aor aud sho talked aloud in hos
oxoitomont. " Yos, alo laa tho evil oyo; fot
II soorch my hrail':, And alo Inns said my death
brought mo lero-lurctl me- uIndor tho same root
mother, mot il III lad but u listened 70 thee, Il Ind
but stayed in Chartlos but that fs Idle now,
unlor tha Aro, It Is In my heart and III my brain;
il / fly it will follow mo, for aho IL no woman.
and ler tcEriblo .cyo-all, what do know, oven
now It Is destroying mo !"
She flung herself on the floor.
La Moro Mangin rose oarrly. sho WINS alvaya
lip nnd droaHod before her lazy help arrived, for
Louison did not stoep In the house. Thia morn.
ing. 70 l'or surprlse, sho found tho door 1oadiug
ibid I forgot to lock IT, thon, last night ?"
sho said, with puzzled faco.
Louison WAS 1ato. Tho fro WIS lit and tic
ldtohon swept before her sabots camo clattorinR
Margot turned round with roprimand on ho1
thin lips, but tho sight Of Lotison's faco stayed
llcr tongue. Tho girl looked clay-color, nnd aha
blow.
"Tnero is ghost, Mare Mengin--a ghost who
walks among tho trooa ln-bas," and sho points ia
the gardon. "pierrot has aoep 1t while he waa
oGtug foT e r. soat With long blaoh
La Nero grows pale, and hor nnrrow oyea
shrink into lire.
"Hold thy roaco, simpleton; do not lot tho
master hoar Of sach folly Horo' mind tho
| For sudden thought, almost . fear, has come
| to Margot, and sho hurriea up to the room Of
| Mmo. Dupont. She opons the door gontly. She
| Is surprised to find it unlocked.
| Tho room ia empty, tao bed has not boon slept
in, but tho clothes witch Mime. Dupont wore
| yesterday Liz IN a heap on the floor.
| Margot takes this In ct glance, aud then she
! goea to find Monsieur Dupont.
J "uayo you Heen Madame ?'
His face answer her, aud she hurries on to tho
garden. She searches oyery corner, and then
with slow. unwilling steps aho goos to tho Bilont
pool boneath tho troes. 1t is covered with fellcu
leaves and one or two large boughs have boon
wrenched of by tho wind, md stretch their
twisted arms az II they woro anakoR writhing on
| tho water.
"a II She thought sho could 500 down to tho
| bottom.
Her arm is roughly seized.
"What do you here, wasting timo ?" Monsieur
Dupont says hoaIss "Yo @ have driven her
Margot only ahaltoB her head and points to the
pool, and tho wind noanB sadly among the trees.
They sock her at Olardea, for ut first Monsieur
| Dupont Will only bGltoYo thRt Bic has Sought
refuge anong hor own people, but Thoraso ia not
there, and her parents cry shamo on the gray
buried husband who has failed to make their
daughter happy. They Bcnrch in tho neighbor.
hood Of Veron, and Ut last in shocr woarhncss,
Monsieur Dupont permits tho pool to be searched.
but ThereHe is never found.
Some OF tho old folks at Voron shake their
heads, and say there aro deop holes in tho pond,
and that Margot knows Of them, and that till tho
missing vito IL found tho house Of Felix Dupont
will bo haunted. And it III whispered that in
every September, in gusty weather, juat when
tho dawn brings ghaetly light over tue damp,
dismal house, a tall, white woman with long
black hair glidos through the garden and disap-
| pears among the sycnmores.
La Nero Mangln has neyer seen the ghost,
and no ono would daro to toll her Of 1t, b,it ahe
| ia avoided moro than ever. sho rules supremacy
| now in tho old house, but she looks aged and
anxious, and there is In her eyos tho same seek
ing, oxpoctant expression which you aoe In hes
nastor's. .
Folk Dupont is always seeking his loat The.
rose. As ho goos through Vernon the children
point at the withered, bent old man, and cry
out:
witch-wifo."
And as ho goes. tho poor brokon man mur-
m11rs:
"My poor unhappy child my lost Therese,- -
shall eyer 1ud thee2"