Litchfield enquirer., 1879-04-03
''Oh, Monsieur" she said hanging her

'On, MOnSleW! Sne Salu ndnginS neF sweet head.
 'Listen to me, Marie,' said; be no longer child, I entreat you. You must go away with me tomorrow morning. At the nearest town we will be married. 1 will not leave you behind me- There will be trouble, 1 am afraid. A gang of counterfeiters have been discovered over in the haunted house; Gamer on is their chief You have thought these men to be honest trappers, Marie, but they are counterfeiters, my own one, and they are the ghosts of Chatelousse. A few hours more, and we shall have help. They will be taken, Ma rie-" l stopped, for Hound that sine was grow l ing deadly pale Her hands dropped at her sides: the wheat fell out of her apron upon the ground the fowls came calling and clnck- | ing after It. She grew winter and winter, till she was like the snow outside the stone wall My God my God!" she kept saying, clasp ing and unclasping her hands. 1 tried to take her in my arms. At first she resisted then she | listened. The gray look went out of her face, and she listenede eagerly.
 ''Yeu will go with me, my darling?" I en- Gfeate1: ''the horses are already harnessed." .'Where-where are the horses ?'' she said "la the shed, my sweet one. Tell me that you will go.'
 "Yes, yes will go" she said; land now I must get ready"
 Her face looked so set and rigid in the cold reflection of the snow-the beautiful face, no longer that of child woman's face. full of resolution and strength.
 Kiss me before you go,' I said, holding her close to my heart.
 | She put her cold lips to mine. God bless you! :" she cried; God in heaven bless you!" Night came on; hour after hour passed ; l lights began to flicker in the haunted house. Flint glued his face to the window and looked steadily out into the darkness. did not da 6 to tell him 1 had regret for Cameron. The | fellow was SO lovable, and had such q guilcles' | face his voice was as meledieus asa Wonlan's. | At last he turned from the window and went out of the room, making quick gesture for me to follow. The men had come. Soon we were marching across the field, the officers of the law crunching through the snow with their heavy boots, and nuttering lnaledictions through their -ehattering teeth. In truth, it the house when an old half-wited servant of 1 Monsieur Bernards came running out to meet | LIS.
 ''Mother of heaven, but I am glad!" he cried. ''I was scared to stay there so long | they are gone since this many hours" "Gone!" shouted Flint; ''who are gone ?'' 'The men folks yonder. And they took | with them the sweet Mistress Marie J
 Marie :" burst from my lips and those of M0nSleuf Derndfu.
 But yes," said .the old servant ''She cried all the way, but he took her in his arms and hushed her like baby, and put her un- der his cloak
 "Who? who we cried.
 "Who but MT. Cameron?" was the reply. "Any one with wooden eyes could have seen what was going on.
 Bernard raised his hands to heaven, then sank upon the snow. 1 remained with him. In fact l was unable to go on; besides, it was useless. The men soon came back. The house was empty; the birds had flown, and | with them had gone my sweet little dove. | What madman had been! As the hostleI had said, any one could have seen the love in her eyes when she looked upon Cameron. remembered now hundred sighs and glances. | Poor little Marie
 Monsieur Bernard divided his wrath and wretchedness, as did the Jew of Venice, be- tween his ducats and his daughter. Every mule and pony were taken from the sheds; it was even impossible to pursue the fugitives. l Iai:t Wte Ii, id it'll rage. wlo Ivuld have | betrayed us ?" he said through his clenched teeth, and half inclined to suspect the msera- | ble Bernard.
 A fortnight after, we all went our seperate ways; but shall never forget. gentlemen, the ghosts of Chatelousse.