The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1881-12-27
W B1ooMFI11LD, Pa. rU11sDA4. TEoEn1lsER a7 1881
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said he, grasplng a bar of trellis, and
throwing himself on border of myrtle;
"I have just seen sight that makes me
as weak as child"
"Why, Davis, man, you are i'll, come
into the house, or let me bring you out a
bowl of water" said the widow, with
kind solicitude.
"No, no, stop, my breath has come
back again and can tell you now; but
first-have you heard nothing from the
old house yonder :" pointing to the par
sonage.
"Certainly not what was there to he
heard 7"
"It's an unlucky house, and have
seen in it what will go far to. break the
heart of poor Jane. was boy when L
saw her mother lying there, stiff and
frozen, but the sight was nothing like
his--frightful- went after
sunrise to take away some tools L had
left in the kitchen, and not knowing
who had the key, thought 1 would get
in at one of the cellar windows-I had
myself hung the wooden shutter so that
it could be opened from the outside. L
jumped down, and stumbled on what 1
supposed to be log lying against the
wall. To save myself from falling
stretched down my hand toward the
ground, and it struck upon the clay-cold
face of q dead body
"But hear the worst, hear the worst ~
he proceeded, after the interruption of
Widow Slade's loud ejaculation of hor-
ror; ''it was our young minister-it was
Lewis Walton don't give way now,
neighbor Slade;" and he grasped her
arm, for her limbs seemed to be failing
her; "you have seen sorrowful and ter
rible sights in your time. and all your
strength is now needed to keep up the
heart of that poor young creature who
will feel the blow the heaviest. L could
hardly believe my own senses, but the
light came in strongly at the window
had left open, and there could be no
mistake. 1 hurried up the stairs, and
saw through the entry, and on the door
step, daubs of clotted blood. He must
have beenimurdered- murdered
and the body must have been carried
through the house, though the door was
locked and the key gone-good Heav-
ems lean that be Jane, and could she
have heard me ?'
The livid face of Jane was protruded
through the window, with eyes blood
shot, and CHASTITY smile upon the lips.
"Go in, Jane, go to your bed, darling"
said the widow, prompted to suppress
her own emotion by the necessity of
using all her frmness of mind for the
support of her hapless ward, whose sing
ular ailment she briefly described to the
visitor.
The man listened with something of
awe. depend upon it, neighbour" said
he, "she has had warning of this; it is
not mere girls sorrow after lover she
expects to see in q week she has had
some token of his death-perhaps she
has seen his spirit. There must have
been some reason for her scream in the
night, and what living thing would have
frightened her speechless 7"
He arose to carry his startling tale fur
ther, and as he lifted his hat which he
had thrown upon the myrtle vines, he
saw beneath it large key pressing down
the dark-green leaves. "Why, here's
one of the strangest things of all, neigh
Dor Slade," said he; "can you tell me
how this came here 2"
II cannot, indeed; to my knowledge
never saw the key before. 1t does not
belong here, for our doors all fasten with
bolts and screw latches.''
''It is the key of the parsonage, said
the carpenter. 81 have had it in my
house day after day, since undertook
the repairs, and know it we'll. This
leather loop tied in the ring with my
own hands; it was but yesterday part
ed with 1t, and then 1 gave il up to
Lewis Walton himself"
Sand this, is it yours ?" asked the
widow, pointing to handkerchief which
hung by slight hold on bush against
the fence, as if it had accidentally fallen
upon it.
THAT 9-no, mans silk handker-
chief--don't you know itgn
mo more than 1 did the key it is
new and unhemmed, yet it has been
used"
"There is blood upon 1t 70 exclaimed
the man ''those dark, stiff spots are