The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1880-05-25

I've got capital chambers at No. 4
Blank Court / asked him at once IL
he knew Mr.. Emerton.
"Only by sight," he answered. He
has chambers on the same floor, and we
pass on the landing. We never speak"
stayed longer than / meant to, and it
was striking ten as we came out on the
landing. The outer door of Mr.. Emer-
tons chamber was ajar. AS we passed,
the inner door opened, and man rush.
ed out with scared white face. 1t was
Blissett Emerton
Helpl" he cried, tearing at his collar
as though 1t choked him. Help
helpi" Then there was strange
gurgllng noise in his throat, and he fell
forward in fit. / dragged him into
bis chambers, which were in total dark
ness, and laid him on the floor, bidding
my friend to run for doctor at once.
The man babbled in his frenzy. 1.-THE
face" he cried, "the face-it was her
face-there in the court below look
between the trees / looked out into
the court.
The moon was up, and among the
trees near the fountain / could see the
figure of woman. She was in deep
black, and as presently she stood where
the trunk of the tree threw her white
face into relief, could see that she was
looking towards the window. Probably
she mistook my figure blotted against
the window for that of Imerton's, for
as | looked she raised her arms with a
strange menacing gesture and pointed
time. Then she glided in among the
trees and was lost to sight. The doctor
came, examined Emerton, and pre-
scribed for him. He's had violent
fright" he said, I" but he'll be all right
by and by. It's more hysterical than
anything else. Where are his friends2"
If wanted to learn something of this
mans strange story, what could 1 wish
for better than night alone with him.
The doctor gave me certain directions
and left.
We had carried Emerton to his bed
room and put him on the bed. Seeing
he was still, went into the front room,
piled up the fire, lit my pipe, and pre-
pared for the night. L had just turned
the burner down when L became aware
of 8 soft grating sound at the outer door.
Some one was softly opening the outer
door with a key. The gas was low
down. Hurriedly picked up my over
coat and other traces of my presence
and flung them under the large couch
at the end of the room. 1t was an old
fashioned sofa with hanging valance
which reached to the floor l then
crept underneath, and waited for the
curtain to rise on the drama. l had
hardly got into safe position when the
outer door yielded, and heard step
in the passage that intervened. Then
the outer door was gently closed, expect
ed to see the inner door open in its turn
and some one enter. The minutes went
by, and no one came. Whoever it
might be was in the passage. could
hear slight movement every now and
then, and the rustic of woman's dress.
1t must have been quite ten minutes
since 1 heard the outer door opened
when 1 noticed that the inner one was
swinging noiselessly back on its hinges,
and something was gliding into the
room. Slowly it moved across the floor
till it stood right in the dim light of the
turned. down gas.
shall never forget the terrible sight
that met my eyes. would have scream
ed, but my tongue remained glued to
my mouth. was looking at dead
women risen from the grave. Her face
had been beautiful in life; now it was
ashen gray. The eyes were sunken in
their sockets, and her lips were pale and
colorless. The figure was draped in
long, white shroud, and 1 fancied the
room was heavy with the awful odor of
an open grave. Slowly the phantom
moved toward the next room, and glided
in. For moment all was still. Then
came faint cry. The man was awake,
and alone with the apparition. "Dru-
silla ~ he shrieked. Mercy! Mercy !!
Have mercyv'
heard hollow voice answer him,
Rise and follow me-"
What would you have with me ?"
Confess"
"What shall confess ?" answered
the wretched man, his voice trembling
in an agony of fear.
Confess the foul wrong you did me.
Confess where my poor body lies, that
IL Nav be buried in hnlv ground .