The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1876-08-28

| I"hiSh hou aoSlSGeu ullu IN arriving 0
the singular conclusion respecting th
Alert that he had SO cofidently an
Ipubliely announced,
The Interview took place in q smal
retiring room on the third floor, ovel
looking Eaton Square, which was use
Dy the ladies OF tue leading mansion as
Wrltlng-room. 1t had two doors, on
leading into the passage, and the othe
into what had formerly been Lady Coz
neli2s apartments before her marriage
and from which there was no secunt
mode OF escape. 1t is necessary to b
thus particular In typographical points
in order that subsequent scenes of the
narrative may be Ineligible. Com
mander Cheque brought with him
large oiled silk chart OF the polar regions
on which all modern discoveries, Ameri
can as we'll as English, were clearly eX
hlbned. He elaborately explained hi
views, and the position on which h'
based them.
The lady was a most rapt listener, ant
so long was the ancient mariners dis.
QUESTION that the afternoon grew int
the evening. When dinner was an
nounced, the naval officer disposed his
knotty limbs under the ducal mahogany
and, alter liberal inauguration OF gen
erous wine, he once more Joined his
eager and Interesting auditor in the
| same boudoir, now brilliantly but softly
illuminated. When the Commander had
exhausted himself and his topic, Lady
Cornella shook her head. He had said
nothing, she informed him, to convince
her of the danger OF her husband on his
ship. Her own fears rested on
A FAR MORE THREATENING FOUNDATION,
Had sne no otnef grounds, she Inui.
Gated, for apprehension tnan those lust
pointed out, she could have easily
quieted her pertur0ed heart. The sailor
brusquely asked her what she meant,
at was only DREAM" she said, &" nd
my husband would not permit me to
describe it. You don't Believe in
dreamsT addressing her gray-haired
visitor.
"Why, no, certainly not. What was
your dream? have heard of dreams
coming about true. dou't like dreams.
They strike that mysterious chord of
human nature which seems to have
lived in all ages, and which, | suppose,
lives yet. Lady Cornelia, will you be
good enough to tell me what your dream
was about" and the honest sailor SAID
afterwards that he would rather have
gone into action uuder Droadside tina n
To sit and listen to what he was afraid
was coming. Briefly, the dream was as
follows:
About a week before Capt. Mares
sailed, his lady sat late at Night in her
bOudolr, writing writing her diary, in
fact. while So engaged sue was as
tonlshed by the entrance of a heavily
cloaked visitor, who, without a word,
TOOK A SEAT OPPOSITE HER
at the wrhng taU.e. TnIs was mord
no
given particular orders not TO be die
Lurbed. The manner, too, in which the
intruder entered, SO perlec tly
selt-possessed, taking his seat Opposi ite
to her Without a word, as though the
room Itself and all within it belonged to
him, excited in her as much surprise as
indignation. Sue raised her head TO ex-
anime the bold lntruder's teatures-for
sae did not seem afraid of him, WhlcA
sne noticed as curious circumstance
at the instant. she shiVered as she
looked up, but it was win cold, not fear.
The ormulu clock seemed to TICK louder
than usual at the moment, and she
looked al it reDukingy, as one does at
u child who should say, "Be quiet,
don't disturb u.s."
"What are you writing, Lady Nares?"
asked quiet voice from the hood of the
coax. Inc ImperHnenee oftne question
lld not strlck her i'll the least, ana she re-
piled quietly, Pm writing up my diury.n
= w no are you writing abOuJ?' was the
leXt cool question. ''My husband" was
ne equally composed reply. "Do you
know meW The visitor asked. For the
irst. lime she saw the FACET was calm,
lasslohlesS and pale as a white lily.
''YOU ARE SIR JOHN FRANKLIN"
'he regued, II know you ny your pic
ures." "Where Is your nusbanu?" the
made asked. Still quite composeuly,
ma without any consciousness of the
slostly Character Of the interview sne
'eDIied, ''Wintering in the Pola
eglons." "You do well to write re.
peetlng him with q black gloye.u he
aid. she looked at her rIgnt hand
VnIcl still held the pen. Sure enough
t was encased i'll tighl-fGting black |
Id glove. The color Is appropriate" |
ohClhued the remorseless shadow. |
shake hands." AS she presented her |
loved hand, the cloak which had ell |
eioped the visitor seemed suddenly to |
lde away. Sue stood before
BLEACHED AND GRINNING SKELETON
ne eOiu, bare and nvrrlGIy arJIculaLed
natomy Of The gIeatana lOng-lost Arctic
Xploref, Sir j ohm Franklin. Overcome by
L.lgue and anxiety respecting her nus.
ana, she mad fallen asleep aud had been
roaming. WAS it not remarkableI
reaA r she sad, addressing Commdn-
9f Cneqte, who replied In a draw ling |
1 a-as," as he looked uHeasily behinI |
m, as IL he feared some bobgoblin Grim |
chlmefa are might sp3ng up behind !
IN. Inc lady stopped to examine a
trtlculaf locality on The map stretched
ohe table before her. Almost INN edi-