The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1881-11-29

"Why should / 2' she cried passion

4 why should p she cried passion
ately. "Did not my fathers trusted
friend,the man who had sworn to be my
second father, seek my life ?"
"Ah!' said Barclay with start. "My
lconjecture was true, then. He decoyed
you to the river and, after believing you
safely out Of the way, left your bat and
cloak upon the bank to give the impress
sion that you had committed suicide"
"Yes," she answered, "but the river
was more merciful than be,for it cast me
ashore alive Sick with horror, and
madly afraid of the whole world, / came
here, where my father lay to die upon
his grave. But it is hard for one so
young to die have lived here these
three months. suffering, frerzing, dying
That / was taken for my own ghost was
fortunate for me, for it kept every one
faway from me, and aided me to get what
little would keep me alive after nightfall
And / encouraged the superstition.
Now you know ALL If you are that
mans emisary, may God forgiveyou
aud help me-"
liam the emissary of mercy return
ed Barclay. Il am here to do justice to
y villain and to restore you to your
rights. Will you trust and help mep"
She looked up at him.
"You have good, kind face" Offer
ling him her hand. II will trust you"
,"Then," said Barclay, "keep up the
Echaracter you have assumed for one
more day. Tomorrow night l shall
bring Esstham here with witnesses Dc
you play on that organ when you hear
ns enter When | turn the dark lantern
tupon you, arise and denounce him as
your murderer. We can safely leave
him to accuse himself"
~ will do as you wish," she answered
brokenly. SHOW can thank you2"
"By following my directions" replied
Barclay, brusquely, to hide his own
emotion.
With few more words Of advice he
left her. His next move was to 90 6i-
rectly 10 the landlord of the inn, relate
The whole story, and secure his support
and services
At ten o'clock on the next night, in
company with the landlord. he called
upon Samuel Eastman. Cutting short
lhis smooth salutation, Barclay said:
"Mr Eastman, 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 tonight, in order to set these
stories at rest"
Eastman jaw dropped, his face grew
livid, and be was barely able to reply,
| in quavering 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
>ternly, "that the rumors, unless you
aid in dissipating them, may culminate
in charge of murder"
Something significant in his tone
seemed to render Eastman suddenly
submissive.
.'Of course will go, out Of polite
ness, if you insist. We shall probably
bag church mouse. They are proven
bially so starved as to be incapable of
flight"
No reply was made to his lame at
tempt at humor, and 10 very uncom-
Portable frame of mind he went with
them to the church, and was shown into
s.pew in the dark, between them. A.
ter moment OF silence, the low tones
of the organ sounded through the
church, accompanied by a woman's
voice
"What is this p cried E .sthsm start
ing up hastily. "Whose voice was
that? p
sBe SILENT" says Barclay, sternly.-
Good reason have you, scoundrel, to
hear that voice with guilty horror"
At the same instant the glass from
bis lantern fell broadly upon the organ.
Standing before it, looking down at
them, was the figure of Ada Morton.
20 God!' groaned Eastman, chok-
inglv. "Mv sins have found me out -
She has come back from the other world
to accuse me Of her death"
YES" said the girl, solemnly, ''Sam-
uel Eastman. you are my murderer"
81 confess it,! shrieked the terror
maddened wretch; 81 ask for no mercy
from men, for the grave has condemned
me. Take me away-hide me from this
awful sight."
The light was turned out. and the
girls ngure disappeared. The horror
smilten Eastman, shrieking mingled
prayers and curses, was taken to the
village and imprisoned on the double
charge Of fraud and attempted murder
In course of time he was convicted and
punished.
On the same day that he was senten-
ced Barclay called upon Ada Morton,
now installed in her fathers house.
W th her restoration 10 her ii ghts she had
recovered her health and beauty, and it
was with strange feeling of mingled
hope and fear that the Young man took
her by the hand and said:
81 called to say good-by, Miss Nor
ton"
The bright smile faded from her face,
aud look of pain came in its place.
"You are going away2 l had hoped
you would stay with US !"
"My work here is done," he answer
ed 81 have restored you to your home,
and to-day your enemy receives the
punishment of his crimes What more
is there to do ?"
"Nothing," she returned, brokenly,
"but to forget the poor girl whom you
have befriended. That will be easy y"
mo-" he replied, earnestly; $50 diff
cult that shall never accomplish it,
To stay as your friend is Impossible. !
must 90 away to labor to crush out this
longing, this love for you which has
overgrown my whole heart, or stay to
cherish it for your sake. Tell me, dear
Ada, which must l do?"
She looked at him slvly, and came
nearer to his side IS she whispered:
"Stay"
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