Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1881-06-13

here where my Iatner lay, 10 ule upon
his grave. But it is hard for one SO
young to die. | have lived here these
three months, suffering, freezing, dying.
That was taken for my own ghost was
fortunate for me, for it kept every one
away from me, and aided me to get what
little would keep me alive after night
fall And | encouraged the supersti-
tion. Now you know all. If you are
that mans emissary. may God forgive
you and help me-"
81 am the emissary of mercy" return
ed Barclay. IL am here to do justice
to william. and restore you to your
rights. "Will you trust and help me? ?"
She looked up at him.
"You have good, kind face" she
said, offering him her hand. 81 will
trust you"
"Then," said Barclay, "keep up the
character you have assumed for one day
more. Tomorrow night I shall bring
Eastburn here with witnesses. Do you
play on that organ when you hear us en-
| ter. When I turn the dark-lantern up
on you. arise and denounce him as your
murderer. We can safely leave him to
| accuse himself"
81 will do as you wish she answered,
brokenly. "How can l thank you? 2"
"By following my directions" replied
Barclay, brusquely, to hide his own emo
tion.
With few words more of advice, he
left her. His next move was to go di-
rectly to the landlord of the inn, relate
the whole story, and secure his support.
At ten o'clock tie next night, in COM
pany with the landlord. he called upon
Stephen Eastburn. Cutting short his
smooth salutation, Barclay said:
"Mr. Eastburn, the obscure manner of
your wards death has given rise to
strange rumors in the village. Her
spirit is said to wander in the old church.
We desire you to accompany us there to-
night in order to set these stories at
rest"
Eastburn's jaw dropped, his face grew
livid, and he was barely able to reply,
in quivering voice:
''Ghost absurd Do you mean to
make fool of me? will not go to the
church at this hour of the night"
''Allow me to observe" said Barclay,
sternly, 'that the rumors, unless you
aid in dissipating them, may culminate
in charge of murder"
Something significant in his tone seem
ed to render Eastburn suddenly submis-
sive.
',Of course will go, out of politeness
if you insist. We shall probably bag a
church mouse. They are proverbially
so starved as to be incapable of fight. "
No reply was made to this lame at
tempt at humor, and in very uncom
Portable frame of mind he accompanied
them to the church, and was shown into
pew in the dark. between them. AT
ter moment of silence, the low tones O.
the organ sounded through the church
accompanied by woman's voice.
what is this" cried Eastburn, start
ing up. Whose voice was that?'
BE SILENT said Barclay, sternly
"Good reason have you to hear tina
voice with guilty horror"
At the same instant the light from
his lantern fell broadly upon the organ
Standing before it. looking down at then
was the figure of Ada Morton.
"Oh, God," groaned Eastburn, chok
ingly, "My Gins have found me out
She has some back from the other worlt
to accuse me of her death.
"Yes," said the girl, solemnly' "Ste
phen Eastburn. you are my murderer. +"
IL confess it!'' shrieked the terror
. maddened wretch. 81 ask no mercy Q
. men for the grave has condemned me
Take me away-hide me from this aw
full sight"
The light was turned out and tn
r girls figure disappeared. The horror
e smitten Eastburn, shrieking mingle
: prayers and curses, was taken to the vi
o lage and imprisoned on the double charg
+ of fraud and attempted murder. In th
course Of time he was convicted and pur
= ished. On the same day that he wa
f sentenced, Barclay called upon Ad
. Morton, now installed in her father
house. With her restoration to her ow
rights, she had recovered her healt
: and beauty, and it was with strang
feeling of mingled hope and fear, tn;
! the young man took her hand and said
81 have called to say good-by. Mii
p Morton t
0 The bright smile faded from her fac
u and a look of pain came in its place.
'.You are going away? had hope
!" you would stay with US.
u '.My work here is done, he answered
81 have restored you to your home, an
l. to-day your enemy receives the punisl
d ment of his crimes. What more is the
n to do ?' st3s