Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1877-08-18

moving shadows of an immense old ire,
tnat grew close to the house, were al
tnat could be seen. For an instant sh,
looked with wild, startled eyes out upol
the snowy silence. and then, wrapping
ner dressing grown about her, she ran Il
her mothers room.
Mamma, wake" she cried, STOPPING
over Mrs. Conway's pillow. 'RObert il
here! Robert is outside in the cold
Call Michael to unbolt the doors. Quick
mamma, quick" And in five minutes
Michael, the old man servant. had un
fastened the ponderous front door an(
was looking out.
did you say it was ut your window
you saw him. Miss Kate" he asked.
YES; close TO the glass-becko.l ling
me to come"
But it couldn't be miss" protested the
man. look at the smooth snow. There
naught on it for three yards around your
window. let alone the sparrow's tracks.
Sure there's never footprint touched il
since the snow fell, three days ago."
For all that saw him." she said. lift.
ing blanched and haggard face towards
her mother. II saw him. Oh, mamma,
mamma, put away the flowers and the
bridal veil. shall never be married
now"
Darling" soothed her mother. ''you
are nervous. 1t was Only dream. Go
to bed now and rest.
But Katie kept on saying, II shall
never be married now"
Early the next morning old Michael
set off to the florists for the freshly-cut
flowers which had been ordered for the
wedding breakfast. But he had scarcely
reached the gates when the outline of
something dark lying i'm the snow caus-
ed him to pause abruptly. 1t was the fig
ure of man. his white face turned up
wards towards sunrise, and tiny GRIM
son spot on his left temple-the spot
where bullet had Slapped his life away
with deadly aim. And the PROSTATE fig
ure was wrapped. as if i'm a shroud, with
a long, fur-trinmed coat.
''GOd help me-" cried out old Micheal;
it's Mr.. FalcOner, just rs Miss Kate saw
him last night" 1t was quite true.
Robert FalcOner had been assassinated
on his way to the house of his bride elect
on that moonlight midnight. And a
veil and u tattered shawl caught i'm a
bush near by led to the almost immedi-
ate in1entificatiOn of the assassin.
IL didn't mean to do it." said Margaret
Hull, sulienly. sit wasn't him as
meant to hit when fired the shot. He
had KARL POrter's fur Overcoat on, and
supposed he was KARL Porter" she add
ed, with savage light in her eyes. so
if that makes murder, I'm murderess.
followed him. on the sly, all the way
from the Bolton Arms an when l saw
him cross the moOnlit space by the gates,
the clock began to strike II, and | says
to myself: 'Now's my time And | fired
and seen him drop; and all the time
supposed it was that talsehearted villain
who has made love TO my Peggy, and
lett her like cast-off toy. Let him
LOOK out for himself, for I'll Kill him
yet"
The poor, half-crazed creature was
committed to Jail, and there was a iu-
neral at the Con way House, instead OF II
wedding.
Mamma walled poor Katie, ''did
not tell you so? His spirit came to me
at the moment in which it was set free
from the body"
Whether it was dream or reality no
one ever knew. Katie Conway persisted
TO the day of her death that she actually
did see Robert FalcOner's wrath. And
every year when Tie sad anniversary
came round she watched at her window
for another glimpse of her lost lover.
But the spirit OF the murdered mali
never came again.-English Magazine.