Claiborne guardian. [volume] (Homer, La.) 1877-188?, 1878-07-24
and the tears stood in great crys,
tails on the long lashes.

tuc WoElu, OuIy ubIc uOt luaIIs
again. Don't he angry-pleasc do
not be angry with me.'
And Mr.. tevisOn looked down at
her lovely face, and assured her he
could never be angry with her, and
then went away, heaping silent !
maledictiOn on the head of the de-
funct husband who had been tyrant
enough to burden his lovely young
wife with such promise.
The last sunset rays were tlinging
their golden and scarlet pennons on
the pale, blue. gray sky when Mr..
Levison opened the door of his cosy
sitting room at home, to he met by
the laughing face and gay welcome
OF q young gentleman, who had evil
IDENTIFY been making himself at home
while he waited.
"Halto, Levison! Surprised to see
met How are your
"Fred Willard! Where in the
name of goodness did you spring
from! Why, l thought you were not
to sail from India for q good six
months yet. Pm glad to see you,
although for the instant confess l
was startled; you are the living i'm
age of your brother Wilson. We've
been discussing ghosts, you know
Young Willartl's eyes CLEANED
mischievously as he interrupted ir.
reverently:
"sWe' is good, Lev. You mean
my pretty little sister-in-law, of
coursei know size rcligiously be-
lieves in 'em. know am impa-
tient to see her-for the first time
since Wills funcral.'
Mr.. Levison laid his hand per.
suasively on Frcd's shoulder.
"See here, Fred, you are friend
of mine, and am about to put your
friendship to test. | want you to
do me q very great favor, will your
"Will II Of course will. What
is upi"
And Mr.. Levison turned the key
of the door, and conversation last
ed until the housekeeper rang the
dinner bell.
Five hours later tho moon was
Just creeping over the tops oftrees,
and Mrs. Willard was standing at
the garden door, on her return from
tour of inspection to the snug lit.
tie carriage honse which she had
personally seen was secure for the
night ever since her husbands
death.
With q little involuntary excla.
nation at the perfect beauty of the
night, she went in, locked the door
after her, for her three servants
were all retired fro the night, and
then gave a little shrek, for, stand
ing in the selfsamo accustomed
place he was wont to occupy, and
looking as natural as if it were him
, self in the flesh, was her husband.
She stified her shrek and tried
, bravely to feel biave, but her hear,
. throbbed wildly as she realized that
: she was looking upon bona fdG
ghost-a veritable inhabitant OIL
Q the land of eternal shadows.
"Will," said she, family, with hel
| uduu TiSut VII tuC houuiO Va WV
q door. "Will, is it youf'
His voice was precisely as it hat
been in the old days.
"Who should it be but |, Nellie
! and come on purpose to communi
u cate with your
eyes," she gasped; "but what for
4 l have tried-I have done every
u thing that | thought you could wish
There is nothing wrong, WillT
II The familiar voice almost parali
0 zed Nellie, and yet aided by the yer.
material contact of the door knot
e she stood her ground and listened.
J. "Nothing is wrong with you, Me-
lie, but with me. l can't rest in m
G grave knowing the wrong unir
tentionally committed in bindin
J; YOU to perpetual widowhoOd for m
sake. / come to revoke that decii
ii ion, to give you full permission
ID marry again, and my advise is
10 marry Harry Levison. Promise m
ID you will do it aud shall rest peac
fully forever
a. ooh, Will! If you say so-if yo
lie think it best-yes, yes | will.'
r. Her face was pale enough now
n. have passed tor a ghost herself.
be "Go look at the clock in the di
NJ ing room, Nellie, and sec if it is me-
p. the stroke oftwelve.'
She went humbly, mechanical
ed at his behest, and when she can
nd back he was gone, and the moo
a light streamed on in an empty rOo'
inn Thep the reaction followed, al
ng Nellie few up to her bedroom al
Mt locked the door, and covered h