New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1878-05-22

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town-lots Of roughs about, you know;
SO when saw woman standing all at
once there under my window alone too
II thought it was very queer; but when
she looked up. and / saw it was Rose
Wynne, I thought that was queerer yet
She was all IN black, even her head
was WOUND about with thick folds Of
black, and never had / seen her so sad
and solemn. She came close to the win
dow and looked up at me.
Mr.. Sharper" she said.
| jumped; for you see did not think
any ony would know me, fixed up as /
was, and ] said in a whisper:
us it really you, Rose? Don't speak
loud. please for don't want to be known
here
She went right on without seeming to
have heard me.
Harm has come to me,'' she said,
g and it was Andy Davis. Remember
your promise"
And then, all in flash, she was gone,
and I couldn't have told where, up,
down, or round the corner of the house;
only she'd gone. and hadn't seen her so.
AS sat staring,out, with her words going
through and through my head, began
to feel kind of creepy and odd. Now, |
don't believe any one who knows me
would call me superstitious. But all at
once, as sat there, it came over me that
that may be I had seen Rose Wynne's
ghost instead of herself. She had Ger
tainly spoken and looked very strangely
for a living woman.
Then laughed at myself for the fan
cy.
'sharpe, old fellow" said I, syou
know there are no such things as ghosts.
What in the name of common sense are
you dreaming Off"
And put on my coat and hat and
went out into the town to see if I could
learn anything about the business l had
come down there upon
Every now and then as I walked along
in the darkness the thought of Rose
Wvnne would come over me with a kind
of thrill, and 1 seemed to hear her say
ing:
Remember your promise
| tried to shake off the impression, but
all to no purpose, and at last stepped
into a store and said to a clerk, a fellow
whom recognized as one OF Roses old
admirers:
'Is there a young girl living round
here by the name of Rose Wynne? Cause
I've got letter tor her."
"Then you've got a letter for dead
woman. "Rose Wynne is dead; drowned
in the river.'
"Who did it," I asked, turning cold.
did it herself, I suppose. I never
heard of any one else being accused of
And why should she? Where is Andy
Davis!" blurted out, before I knew
what was about.
ooh, Andy went away ever so long ago.
[ guess Rose and he were engaged. It
was thought that they quarreled maybe,
and that was why she drowned herself"
did not continue the conversation but
left the store and went back to my room.
That night dreamed that Rose came
to my bedside, and stood looking at me
just as she had under my window. and
said:
at was Andy Davis; remember your
PROMISE
Well, made some more inquiries
round and [ found the general impression
was that Rose had drowned herself, lust
as the clerk had told me. The body had
never been found, but she was missing,
and her handkerchief and gloves, and the
hat she worn the night she disappeared,
were picked up on the river bank. The
water was very swift here, and it was gem
orally believed the body had drifted out
to the lake
Well, had some pretty curious
thoughts. Was Rose dead or wasn't she?
Atall events there was mystery, and [
was just the fellow to ferret it out. The
first thing was to find Andy Davis. So,
just as soon as [ had got through the
business was on. / started on his track.
was obliged to hunt for him much
longer than expected; but found him
at last. The longer looked for him the
more suspected he had something on
his mind. People with clear consciences
amt, as a general thing, so hard to find.
Well, as said, found him at last, work
ing on farm, and he a carpenter by
trade. He was good two hundred
miles from Evans Corners, and he'd got e
new name besides that.
de called himself Thompson, but he
couldt Thompson me. knew him the
minute | put my eyes on him. He was
at supper with the man he was working
for and the other farm hands, and stood
and watched him through the kitchen
window some minutes. He'd changed a
good deal, got thin and yellow, and had a
sort OF hunted look in his eyes, that set
tied his case for me then and there. I
never saw that look in an innocent mans
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