The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1876-08-17
The Governors Ghost.
By the Author or "The gaIdeFEOOd
SeeFeIO

BY the AUTHOR OF "Thc tdldefW00d
Secret"
I.-ANDREw FORBES CoLLEaIAN.
"I am not afraid tn watch for q
ghost" said Mary Jsns.
"But each one shoald take q
chance" protested Amy WOOdville, a
maiden OF rose and snow tints.
1--WE can draw lots" hazarded Kate
Burton.
"Ihave it, girls !" exclaimed Mary
Jane. "COme to my room after
study hours"
The drawing class thus consulted In
the observatory, and as they talked, a
girl giided through the hall below.
The light fell on her upturned face In
shaft of amber radiance from tha
aperture aDUve, but she stood among
shadows. A dark face, softly round
ed narrow forehead, framed In such
masses of black hair as are found only
in the tropics f; heavy-lidded eyes,
glaneing obliquely from yelling LASH
es-sUch was the listener, q crimson
gown cleaning in rich folds about
her. She listened one moment, and
then moved away. A second girl adj
vanced on tiptOe and tripped up
stairs. With calm audacity, MILL
cent Hall opened a window and
waved her handkerchief.
"WhAt does that mean 90 cried the
drawing class.
'sAndrew Forbes has returned from
college with weak eyes. Poor fell
IoWw
she is as handsome as ever" murE
INJURED Amy WOOdville, as the object
OF universal homage drove past with
the minister"
That night a log burned on the
hearth in tho parsonage, the curtains
were drawn, and on the walls, were
framed such pictures of the warm
countries as trains of eamels crossing
the yellow Gesert sands toward the
melting mirage Of a fiery horizon.
Overhead q withered frOnd OF palm
rustled mournfully, like the bleached
skeleton of dead hope.
The boyish beauty of Andrew, still
colored and dimpled by youths soft
traces, was strengthened to life pur-
pose ia the uncle's broad, massive
features, where lines of thought were
only redeemed from disappointed
eynIeIsm by . genial smile. Men
fight hard battles back among the
silent hills as well rs In crowded
cities. The minister was = ripe
scholar and an Indifferent preacher.
"HoW will you get through the
winter, deprived Of the use OF eyes ?"
inquired the uncle.
II don't know" replied Andrew,
vaguely.
He went to the window and drew
aside the curtain. The quaint edifice
known to local fame IS the Cover
nor's house was twlnkling with many
lights.
The older mans gaze yearned with
reverence and almost melancholy to-
ward those inaccessible spheres, the
distant stars. The glance Of the
younger did not rise higher than the
seminary, where psrterre of OPEN
ing flowers seemed to await his pref
erenee. rlL 81
IAN OLD HOUSE WITH A HISTORY.
Miss Crane was aemiring q new
black lace shawl when, an assistant
teacher, Miss Palmer, came with q
message nom the German professor.
Returning in ten minutes time, Miss
| Eranets iAna ShaRl had uanished
The good lady sat down with gasp
of dismay.
.OleenderSeminary was IN old man.
siOh but OF red bricks, with odd. little
dOfmer-wlnd0ws, oasint chimne vs.,
and spacious wings extending on
either side. An avenue OF venerable
elms led from the stone gale to the
door, lawns and shTubbery had once
been well kept, and there was q small
conservatory iu the rear, where the
oIeardeTs msde pink bloom I'm their
season sufficient TO afford Miss Crane
3 name of unusual elegance for her
school. The Governors portrait hung
in the ball-R grand gentleman In
plun-col0red velvet, wig and lace
Tuffles, bis hand resting on the shoul-
der OF an Indian boy. He gazed
down kindly on the young faces,
with calm, inscrutable smile as II
bidding them solve the mystery ol
his stOryjf they could. All proud
soldier and statesman petted favorite
Of court ladies, pluckiRg the boon of 8
little authority in the whim OF accept.
ing office in the New World, where
did you pass your waning years, and
who pillOwed the dying head d? AL
that was known OF hrs story was
this : The Governor had Wearied oI
ruling, had sought these mountains
and the red house grew to a stately
height, and watched by the "ehildren
oe the leaves, from sheltaring wig.
vans. Rumor affirmed that there
was hereditary craze in his blood
aud added that beautiful lady had
died suddenly in the old country
Here no dwell for years, with fRithin
servants, and charmed the Indians
by . subtle power OF attraction.
Afterward he disappeared. Pioneer
mothers told the tale beside the
winter fire. Conjecture decided tina
be had gone away with the Indians
and become q chief.
The red house stood mute, the old
servants died, the heirs did not visi
it, and the weeds grew about it lik'
: weird, RnwhOlesome influences, ant
the dust gathered to the film OF pal
pable garments, the place becamE
haunted TO the village horn at II
= feet.
: In the prOsaie present Miss Crane
hnnuhf tha s1ronarfxT eE,o ..rf,,