The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1877-09-22

face as pale as marble, say, ,carlet
spot on the left temple. She started up
with low cry and at the same instant
he seemed to beckon to her to come to
him. And even as he beckoned the
bell in the old church tower struck IL.
Katie ran to the easement, but when
she reached it the moonlight and glisten-
ing snow of the untrodden lawn, and
the moving shadows of an immense old
tree that grew close to the house, were
all that could be seen. For an instant
she looked with wild, startled eyes out
upon the snowysilence, and then, wrap
ping her dressing-gown about her s. !
ran to her mothers room. y 8
Mamma, wake" she criel
over Mrs. Conway's pillow
is here Robert is outside in the c. ..
Call Michael to unbolt the doors
Quick, mamma, quick" And in five
minutes Michael, the old man servant,
had unfastened the ponderous front door
and was looking out
"Did you say it was at your window
you saw him, Miss Katie ?" he asked.
eyes close to the glass-beckoning
me to come"
"But it couldn't be, MISS" proStra-
ted thema "Look at the smooth snow
There's naught on it for three yards
around your window let alone the spar
rows tracks. Sure there's never foot
print touched it since the snow fell three
days ago."
''For all that l saw him." she said,
lifting blanched and haggard face to-
ward her mother. 81 saw him. Oh,
mamma, mamma, put away the flowers
and the bridal veil. l shall never be
married now"
Darling" soothed mother, "you are
nervous. 1t was only dream. Go to
bed now and rest"
=, s qoJalqdtaB3d, Iq tB ,ss aseP[ on saylngeshly-cut
flowers which had been ordered for the
wedding breakfast. But he had scarcely
reached the gates when the outline OF
something dark lying on the snow caus-
ed him to pause abruptly. 1t was the
figure of man, his white face turned
upward towards the sunrise, and tiny
crimson spot on his left temple-the
spot where bullet had sapped his life
away with a deadly aim. And the pros.
trate figure was wrapped, as in a Shroud
with a long, trimmed coat.
"God help me !'' cried out old Mi
chael; otis Mr.. Falconer, just as Mis-
Katie saw him last night" 1t was quite
true: Robert Falconer had been assas
sinated on his way to the house OF hi
bride elect on the moonlight midnight
And veil and tattered shawl caught II
a brush near by led to the almost i'm
mediate identification of the assassin.
81 didn't mean to do it" said Mar
garee Hull, sullenly. "It wasn't hin
as meant to hit when | fired the shot
He had Karl Porter's fur overcoat on
and l supposed he was Karl Porter,
she added, with savage light IN he
ewes. $50 if that makes murder, I'm
murderess. l followed him, on the sly
all the way from the Bolton Arms,
when saw him cross the moonlit spac'
bv the gates, the church clock began t
strike II, and l says to myself: Now
nv time And l fired, and see hin
drop and all the time l supposed l
was that false-hearted william who made
love to my Peggy, and left her like
cast off toy. Let him look out for him
self, for I'll kill him yet.
The poor half-crazed creature wa
committed to Jail and there was fu
neral at the Conway house instead OF
wedding.
"Mamma," walled poor Katie, "di'
1 not tell you so? His spirit came tt
me at the moment in which it was Sc
free from the body"
Whether it was dream or reallt
no one ever knew. Katie Conway pei
sisted to the day of her death that sh
actually did see Robert Falconer
wrath. And every year when the sa
anniversary come around she watche
at her window for another glimpse
her lost lover. But the spirit of tn
murdered man never came again.
De~"Say, mister" said a small boy
one of the assistants at the Public l.
brary, 81 can't find the books | wal
to get into these here catalogs. WIS
ver'd find i'm for me" 'What wol
do you wish to draw7'' paternally il
: quired the official. "Well, hev yer g
, 'Mulligan the Masher, or the Cory G.
7 loot of the Galtees ?" The man shoe
= hishead. "Well, I'd like 'Red-Heade
Ralph the Ranger of the Roaring Ria
| to-" s.We don't keep any of that kin
e of trash, my boy" "Wot sort of "a
e berry isthis anyway2" retorted the gan
in. "Wy, it's just like everythin' el
i in this country-run for the rich, al
, the poor workingman gets no show
! all. .''-Boston Zya0eller.
Il Da~"I am surprised, deacon" sa
is the pastor, "to learn that you of all mi