The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1880-01-20
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But his repeated cries were unheeded
Doubtless the patter of the rain, the
howl of the wind, the crashing of the
elements, drowned them. The sound of
voices would be carried from the interior
outward, while that without would be
unheard by the occupants of the hut.
Besides, Victor could see this tragedy,
and was listening, straining his senses to
catch the sounds, and the very motion
of the lips of the participants was an aid
to his hearing; while the woman and
the idiot were absorbed in their work.
At length the idiot ceased from his
murderous assault, and looked toward
the woman with grin of delight.
" Eloisa, sweet Eloisa," came to Vic
tor in wild wall, "sleeping beneath
the skies of your sunny South, you
shall be avenged By your wrongs 1
swear itl''
The idiot raised the PROSTATE figure of
the master of The Cedars. Victor was
astonished beyond degree for upon the
face was no sign of blood or bruise or
wound.
Is this the work of necromancy Yr
cried he. "Can o man be murdered,
and give forth no sound Can he be
beaten and stamped and choked, and no
marks left upon him 2"
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Evans leaped from his couch, cold
chills of terror running over him. He
felt that that wild scream was the death
cry of some creature; could it have
proceeded from the master of The Ce-
dars
Evans was Immediately relieved of
fright upon that point, for voice came
to him from the adjoining apartment,
Calling
Evans Evans are you awake 2''
Yes" answered Evans.
"Come here"
The lawyer entered the apartment of
the master of The Cedars. A lamp was
burning there.
Evans, did you hear those sounds ?n
asked the master of The Cedars, who
was half dressed, and sitting on theHlde
of his bed.
Yes, heard Them" Evans return
ed. "This place must be haunted"
"Those sounds are inexplicable at
Cedars; "but nevertheless they were
not at all ghost-like. 1 believe they
were real"
Then he added in hollow tone,-
"The occurrences of this night are
mysterious but / will fathom them
yet"
Evans glanced into his face, and saw
there the evidences of deep emotion.
In the mans eyes was strange terrified
look. Evans did not think him a
coward, so he could not explain this to
himself.
"Cashel is a Drawer man than 1 am
then why this singular expression of
fear in his face?" was the lawyers
thought.
But Evans had not beheld face, that,
living, he would dread more than that
of any spectrel The master of The
Cedars, lying on his couch, in the silent
hours of the night, had thought about
the presence he had beheld, and had
told himself that the figure was but
creature of the imagination If not that,
an apparitiOn indeed. But the fear that
it was real could not be driven away;
and that fear tormented him dread
fully.
The silence that had fallen between
the two men was broken by a peal of
thunder.
"There is going to be Storm" said
Evans.
'' Yes," assented the master of The
Cedars absently.
Evans had taken a seat. For some
time the two sat silent, listening to the
repeated and long-continued peals of
Atlength the master of The
Cedars rose to his feet, and grasped his
coat firmly in his hand. He was very
pale, but set his lips resolutely.
&C. do not propose to be tormented
with doubts any longer" he said. "We
can as easily reach the solution Of this
mystery now as at any time. Ay more
easily. Come, Evans"
He walked to table where a pair of
richly mounted pistols were lying, and,
picking up one, gave it to Evans, retain
ing the other himself; then he started
from the apartment. Evans hesitated
for moment, and then followed after
him.-To be continued.