The daily gazette., 1877-09-15
gown about her she ran to her moth er

gown about her she ran to her moth er
room. ..,,..,..f. ..-....
"Mamma, wake,p she cried stopping
over Mrs. Con ways pillow. "Robert ia
here Robert is outside iu the cold.
Call Michael to unboltt THE doors. Quick
mamma, quick, Aad in five min utes
Michael, theDold Inau servant; had un.
fastened the ponderous front door and
was looking out. M
"Did you say 1t was at your window
you saw him, Miss Katie?" he aske ed.
Yes; close to the glass-beckoning
me to come" ID / '7ofgngT< r :
"But 1t couldn't be, miss" protest
ed the man. "Look at the smooth
snow. There's naught on 1t. FOR three
yards around your window, let alone
the sparrow's tracks. Sure there's nev
er a. footprint touched it siace tn 9
snow fell three days ago." .AA "
n''For all that saw him." she said
liftfug blanc he'd au,i hag gard face 20
ward her mother.sI saw him. Oh,
mamma, mamma, put away the flow
ers an the bridal veil, shall never be
married now" ,.I ..,-,
"Darling,'' soothed her mother.
"1you arc nervous. II was only a
dream. Go TO bed now, and rest.r r.
But Katie kept on saying, 81 shall
never be married now"
Early the next morning Old Michael
set off 10 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 in the snow caused
HIM to pause abruptly. IL was the figure
of a man, his white face turned upwards
towards the sunrise, and tiny crimson
spot on his left temple--the spot where a
bullet had sapped his life away with a
deadly aim. And the prostrate figure
was wrapped, as if in a shroud, with a
long, fHr-trimmed coat.
"God help mel" cried cut Old Michael:
dts Mr.. Falconer, Just as Miss Katie saw
him last night" 1t was quite true. Ro-
bert Falconer had been assasslnated on
his way to the house of his bride-elect,
on that moonlight midnight And veil
and tattered shawl caught in bush near
by led to the almost immediate identifi-
cation of the assassin.
'I didn't mean to do it" said Margaret
Hull, sullenly. "It wasn't him as l
meant to hit when / fred the shot. He
had KARL Porter's fur overcoat on, ana
l supposed he was KARL Porter" she
duu6uI WIN savage Hgub III nor eyes.
$50 if that makes murder, Pm a muir
dsress. followed him, on the sly, all
the way from the Bolton Arms au'
when saw him cross the moonlt space
by the gates the church clock began to
strike r, aud L says to myself, 'Now's
my time and fired, and 1 see him drop,
and all the time supposed it was that
| false-hearted villain who has made love
to my Peggy, and left her like cast off
toy. Let him look ont for himself, for
I'll kill him YETI lfe .s4iA
The poor, half-crazed creature. was
committed to Jail, and there was funer-
| al at the. Conway house instead of we'd
! ding.
"Mamma," walled poor Katie, "did l
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 a reality
| no one ever knew. Kate Conway per.
sisted TO the day of her death that she
actually did see Robert Falcoper's
wrath. And every year when the sad
anniversary came round shS watched al
her window for another glimpse of hel
lost lover. Bat the spirit of the murder
ed man never came again.