Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1881-01-01

Wait f-a-r nee" o loug drawn out waiting
whisper. OIce more Turned buck. drawn on
by sort OF super natural power which, against
my reason moved Inc 10 me belief that WAS
being en- reated 10 return. Saca an fmploTint'.
heart-b!eaking appeal, 50 sDexpre sioiy pttifal
and touching. had neverheard before. but IL
stopped again as neared the particular spD
Whence It seemed 10 arse AFTER listening over
dozen times, always with The same result q con-
victiOR stole over me that the effect was mercy
due to an echo, and that the reverOorat;Oa was
only audible In one especial spot. II was but
my mOrpid fancy, l said. which made me aS.
tribute II to any other cause, and was recover
ing something like healthy tone OF mind,
Wnen, as was taking last long look INTO a
deep rece IS Of the wood / 0eheid a sight which
with renewed force that sense OF the weird and
supernatural which l Was Just shaking OF.
fonder. there. within narrow eleps In the
rccks, moss grown. aud covered with the
eternal underground, there was q spectacle
about which there could b. NO doubt; no tree
could assume such shape ~ that KvileuGly.
tightly like one OF the trees, in a reacherons
ilssuEe. such as that into which had just
lately slipped.
Very iDdistinct are my reeollections OF what
Old or what my feelings were during the next
few minutes have hazy memory Of remain
Ing HreoOlGts for time, and then OF hurryfnY
away, dazed and than OF returning. and plung-
ing into the thicket. regardless or the inorpy
bramb!es and the uneven. slippery, crevice-
beset houlders, for remember / was standing
presently close to these human remains, only 8
liul above them, At the mouth. as it were OF
the cleft ! was examining them intentIy,
pee ring at them between the ferns and grass,
which. hanging In thick clusters and pendant
WTea:hs. drew from either side Of the deep
assure In which the skeleton was injured
upright, and With AL arm Outstretcnsd and
caUg ht by the elbows tight between a smaller
inters'ice OF the rock. shuddered as l
locked into the eyeless sockets with their grim
~ fyEn 1VS ,NP fplts
tel log teeth. at the bleached bones with here
AND here shrefis OF rotten clothing still adher-
Ing 10 them. Tall dalk weeds and brusawood
hid the form nearly up to the waist, but, as the
heroage was. down by its roots. somewhat
thinner, ], with q tremor running through my
whole body, dragged this little aside with my
sounded like metal
know not with what object, It was not. Gu
rlOsity, certainly not cupid;ty, but knelt down
ana taIusting my arm elbow deep isto the wet
my hands. and after little cropping got hold OF
watch and chaln-hardly recognizable as sue h,
truly, but still obviously nothing else
Then pursued my search still further, for
IoresaW that IL now might lead to the identih-
cation OF this unhappy human being who mad
Deen buried alive. Heaven knows how long ago!
S 0y rate e. which l myself had only an hour
aithGugh lny feelings were greatly perturbed,
and host OF emotions surged through my
breast; my wits qnickened; these were stern
IL.
cordlngly. The second time thrust my arm 10
among the heritage just beneath the skeleton,
Whlch was reverentiy careful not to disturb,
! drew forth one or TWO more hard and at iirsF,
less dlstlnsulshable articles than the watch
less dlstiDgnisnaOie because twilight had set
IN, ard. added TO the density OF the wood, rem
dered 1t impossible for me to see anything very
plainly. l Ielt that l must Instantly hasten
back to The inn and give information OF my
discovery.
In the obscui1ty OF the fast fading light, the
"elrd gloom OF the wood was greatly Increased
A large owl suddenly tapped away from near
bOugn with doleful hCot. whilst the wind.
growing stronger every minute, turned what
had formerly sounded like means and signs into
way ID any more fanc.ful inaginings. beset me
as they might. and as they were even already
DONG. | wanted all my senses 70 get clear of
5 done cnaan nd house OF place Yet having
Inn, which l knew, these same imaginings
these indefinabie sensations which had over
a, RIDDEN my eommSnse1se during the whole
ran on this letter of ROnald's to his mother,
which he wrote the next morning, 80 per-
sstently have they stayed by me. that 1 have
not vet had the courage TO examine closely the
articles found. No! though more than twelve
hours have passed since then, somehow can
not touch them; They seem as If they might
influence my whole future, might change the
very current OF my life; 1t Is ridiculous but In
eNplicable."
Was 1t inexplicable to Sophy Morris9 Hardly.
iOI Qlu not ner nina Instantly ny back over
those twenty years to that ever memorable
time. and could she not see In those indefinable
1maginings In her sons mind possible solu.
ton OF the mystery surrounding her husbands
tate? Might 1t not be that the marvellous and
unseen working OF human destiny had guided
lhe son at last TO the fathers unknown grayec
That the strange sensations, the awe, the
gladnesS, the Irresistible automatic Inn.
pulse to linger In the wood, which he
described; the readiness with Which he In.
terpreted the wa!llng OF the wind into d.
rect. articulate and whispered appeal to
'Walt'-tO wait Till the discovery was
made-Were traceable to the link existing be-
tween that vigorous young life and those rIouI-
dering remains, and without which, when they
TOO, were endowed With life aud yipor. her
young Ronald would never have had his being.
Her hope was strong that all this might prove
So and ii was realized. Ia the end no ioubt
remained, for among the relics her boy had
recovered was the small, nat meta, tsSnaaeo
DoX containing the VIII OF Matthew Morris.
So1ied sodden, Desniirched in places. we'll MI h
lueglDle, yet still preserved intact and s,,scap-
uble OF being sworn to as the genuine doci-
mont by the two witnesses. the lawyer and his
clerk, WHO signed 1t, and who yet lived to see
right and justice done.
1t was TO Wistman's Wood, then that fate
had directed the sons steps, and, as he THOUGHT.
by merest accident-to Wistmans Wood. mat
uncanny whist old place. the wonder Of the
wonders of the Dartmoor wildsn and whittier
the father had gone across the moor. never to
return. on that fatal day twenty years before. -
AL TIE Fear Round.