The Lake Charles echo. [volume] (Lake Charles, Parish of Calcasieu, La.) 1876-1898, 1879-06-28

wss around at all. So I had disguised
myself in a farmer kind of rig, that ]
don't believe my own mother would
have known me in. had stopped at
cheap lodging house at the emu OF the
town, because ] suspected some OF the
gang was after hequented there.
I'd had my supper, and gone to my
room to sit by the window and study
hit about the business in hand. i am
positiye / wasn't thinking of Rose
Wynne. / don't believe ] had thought
of Ter since 1 got there, my head was 20
full of business.
Myroo was on the ground floor, and
the window was wide open. 1t was
growing dusk. 1t wasn't very nice
part of the town, lots CT roughs about,
YOU know; so when ] saw woman stand
ing ali at once there under my window
--alone tool thought it was very queer;
but when she looked up, and ] saw it was
Rose Wynne, 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 SOL
emn. Sine came close to the window and
looked up at me.
"Mr. Sharpe? ?" abe said.
I jumped; for you see / did not think
any one would know me, fixed up as I
was, and said in whisper:
is 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.
Charm has come to me-" she said,
and it was Andy Davis. Remember
your promise"
Aud then, all in fash, she was gone,
and I couldn't have told where, up,
down, or around the corner of the house I;
only she'd gone, and I hadn't seen her
go.
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 may be j had seen Rose Wynne's
ghost instead of herself. She had GER
tainiy spoken and locked very strangely
for living woman. ...
Then j laughed at myself for the
fancy.
"Eharpe, old fellow" said ], "you
know there are no such things as ghosts.
What in the name of common sense are
you dreaming off"
And j put on my coat and hat, and
went out into the town to see If could
learn ANYTHING about the business had
come down there upon.
Every now and then rs walked along
in the darkness the Thought of Rose
Wynne would come over me with kind
Of thrill, and seemed to hear her saying:
Remember your promise"
] tried to snake off the impression, but
ali to no purpose, and at last ] stepped
into store and said to a clerk, q fellow
whom I recognized as one of Rose's ole
admirers
:" Is there q young girl living round
here by the name of Rose Wynne
Cause I've got letter for her"
"Then you've got letter for deaf
woman" he said. Bose Wynne il
! dead drowned in the river"
Z" Who did it?" / asked, turning cold
odd it herself. suppose. ] nevel
heard of any one else being accused o
| it,"
"And why should she? Where il
Andy Davis7" ] blurted out before
knew what was about.
sFOh, Andy went away ever 80 Ion,
sgo. j guess Bose and he were engaged
1t 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 m,
room.
4 That night dreamed that Bose cam
to my bedside, and stood looking at M
4 just ss she had under my window AM
said:
4 cit was Andy Davis; remember you
| promise"