Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1879-09-11

DunniDgton.
l caught my breath, and set my tccth
hard togethor-- well, what did it mattor to
what lcut myself? So gave tho desired
promise.
l fauoicd that strange look fitted over
Caspar's face as gave my answer.
"Como back here Tomorrow night" ho
said imperatively.
And so wc parted.
Tho next night, truo to tho appointment,
l cntercd DIR. Cospar's Office. J. found him
outwardly as cool ns ever, but strange
light cleaned in his deep set, dark eyes,
and he seemed full Of rcprcsscd excitement
l began to feel littlo afraid of him.
lilo seated himself in front of nc, and
gazcd earnestly into my faco. The feeble
CLEAN Of q small study lamp alorc lighted
the office. could funcy all sorts of hob
goblin shapes lurking in the corners.
"Sweor that you will never repeat this
scorctl"
1t was too late to retreat. l tovk tho
oath Ec dictated to me-onc sufficiently
binding and awful 10 ourdle my blood.
lie turned his faoc full upon mo-
Lynn" ho began, in low, clear, sweet
tone, 81 want you to go with me Tonight
OF midnight to G. ccmctory. In GER
tain portion of tho grounds there stands n
tomb-tho property of one Of tho wealth.
est and most aristrocratic families of the
South. ] that tomb to day they have lain
the body Of the daughter of the housc-a
fair md lovely being. She died of somo
unknown and mysterious disease, which
bafllcd the skill Of the physicians l have
examined the case, and find it of all>adsorb
ing aud vital interest to mo. After hearing
of her death, | went to tho house and saw
the body Lynn Thornton, Mat acoman IS
not dead! Don't oak any questions, know
it! And, furthermore, l know that if |
had access to that tomb, that, with the aid
of this liquid which have shown you, I
can restore this lovely girl to the family
who arc heart broken over her supposed
death. /: is quito impossible for one man
alone TO do this woils, hence my divulgcncc
of the secret to you-my trusted friend of
other days. What propose to do is This:
at midnight, when the city is comparatively
quiet, we will go to the cemetery. l have
made all necessary arrangements; have keys
to the outer gates, and understand masonry
well enough to bo atle TO open the tomb.
We will then remove the body TO my Office;
1t Will not be SO difficult as YOU Imagine, and
tho work OF rcsuscitation will begin at once.
Think OF the Joy Of the sorrowing mother
when her dead is restored to hcr-alvo aud
well. Think of tho fame it will bring me,
and the money that shall be yours; for |
will share literally with YOU, and | know
their princcly fortuac will be OF our diposal
in return for this great boon. All obstacles
to your union with Miss Denbergh will
then be removed, for, with money, you will
be, in the eyes of her naughty mother, her
equal. Think of this, Lynn, and do not
hesitate"
| was like the drowning man who catch
cs frantically at straw.
] bowed my head on my clasped hands,
and my thoughts were busy. No sound
broke the silence, save the tick of the little
clock on bracket near by, aud the sup.
pressed breathing of DR.. Caspar, as he
watched me eagerly.
| raised my head. My decision was
made.
81 ain with you, Caspar," said.
lie Graspcd my hand, and looked into my
face.
Something seemed to cry in my cars:
"Lost, lost"
My brain wbrlcd. With an effort |
turned away.
At midnight We set out on our stran 60
mission. 1t was dark and starlcss night,
and prompted by some impulse l slipped
box of matches into my pocket.
A closed carriege was waiting near by,
and as we sprang in and drove away slowly,
it reminded nc of hcarsc
Darkness rcigncd supreme as Caspar
turned the key in the cemetery gatc-a
small gate, in an obscure corner which !
had never before observed
We entered the grounds and made our
way slowly amid the labaryn,h of white
houses where the dead lay peacefully sleep
ing, pausing at length before huge old
tomb of classic shape, built of snowy mar
bic. Here Caspar lighted small lantern,
and our strnge work began.
| cannot repeat the slow and laborious
process by which We looscned tho solid
masonry which sealed up tho outer doors
of the tomb.
But at last Caspar turned toward me and
graspcd my arm lcrccly. His voice ,rcm-.
bled, and in the dull g!cam of the lantern,
his eyes seemed to shoot forth flames.
"lt is dono," he whispered, hoarscly.
"Now, Lynn, now is our time."
"There was an inner door, but it yielded
to Caspars touch, and puff of damp, hor,
lihlc air greeted us.
"Wo must enter" whispered my COM
panion
llc passed through the narrow doorway
and drew nc in after him.
l felt ms If were going down into my
own tomb. lie held the lantern aloft, and
VIC saw that VIC were in square, stone room,
around which ran shelves, which supported
the collins Of the dead.