The weekly Panola star. [volume] (Panola, Miss.) 1857-1881, 1881-12-24

W LhHhL AANNhN " wv /
lwocn us, that ! should not see her
again, but ] was mistaken, for she
sat just before me in a doorway
her basket by her side. II
thought | would speak TO her, aud
my good woman why do you
SD here, and why are you so indif-
to everything around your
She did not doign TO look at me,
but kept on chc.ing. | turned
abruptly away from her, and
thought ! would direct my course
so that she could not again inter
copt me. ] was again mistaken,
for ] saw her as | turned the third
corner. She was sitting as before,
with her basket by her side. /
confess ! was not II little puzzled at
this mysterious old woman. |
never believed in supernatural be-
ings, and ! thought | might per-
haps be laboring under some kind
of hallucination, so | determined to
leave Edinborough, and went di-
,rcctly to tho station and took the
first train that left, as | supposed,
for Glasgow. felt sure now that
| should never see the old woman
again, but when arriving at Porte
Bella village, ! discovered that !
had taken the wrong road, and
should be obliged to return to Ed
thorough. ! concluded to walk
back, so that I could soc tho people
of the country along the road, anC
alsothat Imightcnter Edinborougt
by a different route, and, if posi-
bic, evade the old woman. | chos,
Il narrow and unfrequentcd road
which ledoyer the mountains. TIL,
scenery was so grand, and | be
came so interested in. viewing th,
ground over which so many nobl,
Scots had troll in times Of old, tina
| nearly forgot the old woman, bu
as / arrived in sight Of the plac
where
"Thc.curfcw tolls the knoll' ofpartin
day."
| met her face to face. / OK
claimed, who in the name Of lea,
en- are you, and what arc you doin
hcre2
"Art fhou n spirit Of death, or q gobli
damnelf'
Her eyes that were mcaninglc'
: before, assumed animation and c,
, preston, and her decrcpit aphca.
ancc assumed that of strength 1
she stood out before me. She sai
at last, lyon are an American an
a stranger here, it is well, for
have boon a stranger in u strans
land myself. You shall know wi
, | am. You sec that tall spire yoi
der and do you Q these scars q
my arms and face? Many yea.
. ago, just beyond that spire, myse
= and husband were set upon by m
fans and robbed Of all We had.
was an only child, and my fith'
y and mother were dead. My,elf NJ
husband were on our way TO Anne
- ica, and were 10 sail next dry. II
" husband was killed by the ruaial
/, and | fought over his dead bo,
= with the fcrocity Of a tiger, but {
in vain. | was taken M all co
cred with wounds and blood, mo
dead than alive. These locks III
/, were az blnck as the raven, turn
:, white as snow, and these chez
l, that were plump and rsy, VIC
hlanehed and furroYcd. No o
knew me and sinecthat time Ilia
been called the "O,d woman wi
the basket" rs | have always Ct
ried This basket with mo sinel III
dreadful night, 1t being all | h
left intlic world. | saw you anio
y the por this morning. | wat
over the poor children ufthis tow
uCums with me"
sho started AMI I nsolantar
y followed. She led the way :,
~ house which had been pointed {
Ito me as The residence ofl!umc, |
historian, and BE place whcrc
wrote the greater pett Of his i
III tory &c ENGLAND lIercI saw. M
rs, bcrsof chillrun Of both sexss, a
q. all sizes, semo ikfofmcd and 9th
Tor MANNED, AMI al IN rays and |
lt,ts.
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