The Van Buren press. [volume] (Van Buren, Ark.) 1859-1914, 1877-06-12

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Young Wizards eyes cleaned mis-
chievously as he interrupted, irreverent-
Iva
1--WE is good, Lev You mean my
little sister in. law of course know she
believes in 'em. am impatient to see
her-for the first time since Wills funer-
al
Mr. Lcvison had been looking thought
fully at the embers, glowing like melted
rubies behind the silver bars of the CRATE.
Now he turned suddenly to Fred, and
laid his hand persuasively on his shoul.
der.
Look here, Fred, you-are a friend of
mine, and am about to put your friend
ship to q test, | wantyou to do me Il
very great favor. Will youf'
Fred laughed.
sWill |? OF course | will What
up
And Mr.. Levison turned the key of
the door, and the consultation lasted un
til the housekeeper rang the dinner bell.
Five hours later the moon was Just
creeping over the tops of the trees max
ing perfect food of siver-god glory
on the quiet scene, and Mrs Willard, with
a fleecy white zephyr shawl and her crepe
brown hair, was standing at the kitchen
door on her return from a tour
of inspection to the snug little barn
and carriage house which she had per
sonally 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 stood there one moment
in the broad band of white moonlight
that lay athwart the floor like silet bles
sing.
Then, with little involuntary exela-
nation at the perfect beauty of the night,
she wentin and locked the door after
her, and then gave a shrek, for, standing
in the scfsame accustomed place he was
wont to occupy, and looking as natural
as if it were himself in the flesh, was her
! husband.
She stiAed her shrek, and tried brave
! ~ to feel brave, but her heart was tear
ing around very uadisciplnedly as she
realized that she was looking upon a do-
M fde ghost-a veftiablc inhabtant of
he land of elrenal shadows.
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have tried-T have done everything
that / thought you would wish. There
is nothing wrong, Will?'
The pale, moonlighted face, the speok-
less black suit, the spotless linen, the
very same in which he had been buried,
the low familiar voicc--it almost para
lyzed Nellie, aud 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 ne. | can't rest in my grave
knowing the wrong unintentionally
committed in binding you to perpetual
widowhood for my sake. come to re-
yoke my decision, to give you my full
permission to marry again, and my adj
vice to marry Horace Lcyison. Promise
me you will do it, and will rest peace
fully forever"
20 Win! If you say Soft 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 dil
ing.room, Nellie and see if it is near The
stroke of twelve.
She went numbly, mechanically, at his
behcst, and when she came back he was
rome, and the moonlight streamed in on
AZ emntv room.
Then the reaction followed and Nellie
flew M to her bed room, locked the door
covorrd her head with shawl and sob.
he'd and cried historically until borrower.
WROUGHT nerves found relief in sleep.
The NEXT dav Mr. Levison sent little
noto over onolooizino for bjs scemino
discourtesv in not cominn to BIT hel
GOOD by on his sudden departure for a,
.indn6n;to time and TELLING her that he,
crnol Jocisinn never 20 marry ooain. had
hnen the cansn of If. and that thev mioh,
novrr meet AGAIN. etc. OF,
~ which Nellie all n.la alarmed and
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