The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1874-09-11
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me !"
Honesty, candor, pride were de-
pictea on her face, and Trevanion,
casting off the unholy thought as he
would an incubus, replied, with
shining eyes, that let the world ira
duce her motives as it would, he
would never doubt her more. And,
happy as two children, they went ont
to the ball, where envious women
and admiring men were forced to
acknowledge that Mrs. Treyanion
Hartly was chaste and charming
woman.
Days, weeks and months went by.
Society had grown reconciled to the
adveuturess, whose spotless life flow
ed on smoothly and uneven full The
poor loved and revered the beautiful
woman who visited and read to thei1
sick, fed their hungry and clothed
their naked, and went about doing
good in such an humble, thankful
way that they compared her to Mary
of old, who, forgetting the cares and
vanities OF the world, sat at the feet
OF the Lord and ministered unto
Him. For a sense of perfect rest
and peace and security had entered
Elsie Hartly's heart, as each day
brought her some new happiness OF
some new evidence OF her husbands s
love and confidence. She looked
back at her old lie with shudder
sometimes, as its poverty, its trials
and temptations rose up before her
like horrid phaptoms.
"Ah!" she would whisper some
times, pinching herself to be assured
she was really and truly in the flesh,
sis this real, this beautiful life OF
love, luxury and ease, or is it a
dream that will vanish some day and
leave me hopeless, penniless and de-
spaiIingl
And one gusty November evening,
when the gas fared up cheerily in
the black-paneled corridors Of Hartly-
hall, the dream came to an end.
Elsie stood before her dressing glass,
dressed for ball. A robe of soft
turquoise velvet swept far behind
her, and meshes OF creamy lace
covered her white, baby-like shoul-
ders and dimpled arms. She was
clasping pearl brac let on her wrist,
when her maid burst into the room
with q cry of alright.
40, ma'am, its after me-"
Janet flung the door to and locked
it, shivering with terror.
whats after your" cried hel
mistress, dropping her bracelet il
diamay.
"Tiie ghost, ma'am. Sure, every
servant in the house has seen it aforl
Tonight, and l wouldn't beliey,
them. But there il vas, walking NJ
and down the south corridor. Och
but it makes my blood run cold tc
think Of it.
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Nonsene! Iau6heu MIS- har1iy
"What fright you gave me 10
nothing. A ghost, indeed Janet
enid, IT'S some ld.e ieIEoW PiaylnS
Joke on you. what was It AkeF
with fear, but she dried her eyes anC
looked sabarly ai her mistress.
I "A .io4e, ma am oure thete NJ
Joking about yon tn'nS the tailest
'hlnne5t, whi'e3t sIlri5 OF q man
ever laId eyes on; ciaa IN olacH Gaar
ments Ike mar S, ana an awlu
splotch OF blood on one ol MS sunkel
chechs--
Janet S sentence was never nhlsn
ed, for with q cry that rang through
! the house Ike a wall her MlstIes
threw up her handS ana leil at ne
ieet IN q dead 1aInt'
The Lord save us, elaculate5S
the glri, as IN a pane OF terror sh'
rushed to the pell-rope ana i sent pea
after peal ringing through the house
In a moment Ireyanlon har'l' i
and the servants were oaIterlnS a
the door, which was opened a
length by the frightened Janet
Elsie lay White and stlrless' crump
led heap OF velvet, lace and Jewels
her little hands clenched tlghtiy OF
her bosom. Irevanion PICKED ne
up and carried her to the ped IN tn
room adjoining, where she lay sense
less 50 long that the awed servant
began to fear the swoon was death
What has done this; Janet wa
she III, or Wh@G cried Ireyanion
chalng the cold hahds IN despair
And Janet tod her story IN an aWe'
whisper, while the lace oil the nus
band grew WniIef' "lluer' until
riyaled Elsie's IN color.
"A man IN black ciothes, ald yo'
say? he sad Sharply Don't yo'
think It was Scotch proogans ana taI
tan PLAID, my woman
"No, l don't rephed Janet, stout
ly; land yOull ne frightened your