The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-12-30

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It was the fever In his veins that made
him SO very thirsty. Presently he went
to pour, and there was no wine remain
ing He reached the bell-rope and pulled
it furiously.
" You are devilish slow" he cried,
when SAINT appeared. BRING
He paused, and turned around sudden
ly. His gaze became fixed, resting on
the wall apparently.
"Who are you Y' he muttered his
voice hoarse and strange.
Then, as though his question had been
answered, he cried:
1T is false say it is false You
are an interloper, an imposterl Ha, ha
You must get out, or / will have you
thrown from my door"
He turned to SAINT, who stood listen
ing in astonishment.
6 SAINT, show that man out" he said
hurriedly.
" But, NTassa Cashel, dar q mt no man
dar," SAINT replied, beginning to tremble.
" No man there Ha, ha are you
blind? Look there.''
The master of The Cedars raised his
hand, and pointed at vacancy.
g Now do you see him 7" he asked
"Show him out, tell YOU"
But, Massa Cashel, L don't see no
man dar," protested SAINT, in frightened
tones.
Villain you lie ~ screamed the man,
in a rage. Ha, ha You are leagued
with him devil Begone, or will kill
you ~
He seized glass, and hurled it at
SAINT, who sprang out into the hall. The
glass struck the wall of the library, and
was shattered to fragments.
The master of The Cedars turned
again.
Now, base impostor,'' he shrieked,
"you shall go, or l will choke the life
from you. You will not ? Then you
shall diel''
He sprang forward with wild laugh,
only to fall PROSTATE on the floor. He
laid there, moaning piteously.
Meantime, SAINT had called help, and
ventured back. The man was power
less to do harm now, and he was lifted
into bed. A physician was summoned
as soon as possible. 1t was DIR. Cover.
When he arrived he found the master
of The Cedars in raging fever.
"a bad case," DIR. Cover muttered, as
he examined him.
Then he had the sick man undressed.
The master of The Cedars struggled
frantically, but the task was finally ac-
complished.
A night, q day, passed. The sick man
tossed, muttered and groaned. He veins
flowed liquid fire, as it were. On the
night of the fifth day the fever was the
highest, and the rawlings of the sick
man were wild and strange.
"Ah, ha he would moan s'the deep
sea tells no tales.
No answering sound save the tick of
the long clock in the apartment.
"A shark a shark to devour you,
Cashel," the masters of The Cedars
cried.
DIR. Cover was present in attendance.
I" Be calm, Cashel,' he said soothing
ingly. You are not on the sea, but in
your bed ; and it is impossible the sharks
should harm you"
The sick man seemed to catch but one
idea.
"The sea 2" he said. Say far down
in the depths of the sea.''
Then he lay for time silent save for
his groans.
What another claimant for The Ce
dars ?o he shouted. "Another " beside
that woman Who are you A Cashel ?
1t is not SO; you liel"
The master of The Cedars clutched
the pillows, while his face grew livid.
Begone!" he screamed; go back
to your home in the oceans caves. You
think to frighten me ; but fear you not,
Begone, 1 tell you'll Away and haunt
me no longer"
The physician took the sick mans
hands, and held them in his grasp. For
time he was quieted; but not long
could he be kept calm.
" Hark ,Cashe ~ he muttered ''listen
to the wash of the waters about the
ships bows. How we are rushing on
There is no sound to disturb the solitude
of the sea but what our ship is making
Did you see that ?" dare say it was
the CLEAN of the white belly of a shark
Ugly ugly monster"