The Russellville Democrat., 1877-05-03

 gay welcome of younger gentleman who had evidently been making himself at home while he waited.
 Heigho, Levison! Surprised to see mel How are you, old fellow--how are you?"
 Mir. Levison stared a second, then greeted him warmly.
 "Fred. Willard! Where in the name of goodness did you spring from? Why, I thought you were not to sail from Eng land for good six months yet. Old boy, bless you, I am glad to see you, all though for the instant I confess l was startled. You are the living image of your brother Wilson. We've been dis cussing ghosts, you know"
 Young Williard's eyes gleamed mis- chievously as he interrupted, irreverent- ly-
 "eWe' is good, Lev. You mean my little sister-in- law of course? l know she believes in lem. I am impatient to see her-for the first time since Wills funeral"
 MT. Levison had been looking thought fully at the embers, glowing like melted rubiesbehind the silver bars of the grate. Now he turned suddenly to Fred, and laid his hand persuasively on his shoulder.
 "Lock here, Fred, you are friend of mine, and am about to put your friend ship to test. I want you to do me a very great favor. Will you9"
 Fred laughed.
 twill IT? Of course I will. Whats up?"
 And MT. Lcvison turned the key of the door, and the consultation lasted until the housekeeper rang the dinner bell.
 Five hours later the moon was just creeping over the tops of the trees, mak- ing perfect flood of silver-gold glory on the quite scene, and Mrs. Willard, with a feecy white zephyr shawl and her crepe brown hair, was standing at the kitchen door on her return from tour of inspection to the snug little barn and carriage e-nouse which she had personally seen was secure for the night ever since her husbands death.
 Her cheeks were flushed to the tint of an oleander flower by the keen kiss of the frosty air, and her eyes glowing like blue fires as she stsod there one moment in the broad band of white moonlight that lay athwart the floor like a silent blessing.
 Then, with little involuntary ex- clamation at the perfect beauty of the night, she went in and locked the door after her, for her three servants had all retired for the night, and then gave a little shriek, for, standing in the self same accustomed place he was wont to occupy, and looking as natural as if it were himself in the flesh, was her hus- band.
 She stihed her shriek, and tried bravely to feel brave, but her heart was tearing around very undisciplinedly as she real ized that she was looking upon a bona- 6de ghost-a vertiable inhabitant of the land of eternal shadows.
 "Will!" she said, faintly, with her hand tightly on the handle of the door,
 Will, is it you 2" His voice was precisely as it had been in the old days-mellow, musical, lit tie domineering--Will's undeniably, ,.un- mistakably.
 "Who should it be but me, Nellie, and come on purpose to communicate with you"
 Yes?" she grasped |" but what for I have tried--I have done everything that I thought you would wish. There is nothing wrong, Will?"
 The pale, moonlighted face, the speck- less black suit, the spotless linen, the very same in which he had been buried, the low, familiar voice--it almost para lyzed Nellie, and yet, aided by the very material contact of the door-knob, she stood her ground and listened.
 Nothing is wrong with you, Nellie, but with me. I can't rest in my grave knowing the wrong l unintentionally committed in binding you to perpetual widowheod for my sake. l come to re- yoke my decision, to give you my full permission to marry again, and my ad vice to marry Horace Levison. Promise me you will do it, and I will rest peace fully forever"
 co Will If you say so-if you think it best-yes !--yes, will"
 Her face was pale enough now to have passed for ghost herself.
 "Go look at the big clock in the din ing-room, Nellie, and sec if it is near tho stroke of twelve"
 She went dumbly, mechanically, at hi behest and when she came back he wa gone, and the moonlight streamed in or an empty room.
 Then the reaction followed, and Mel lie flew up to her bedroom, locked th