The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1881-03-10
therefore resolved sll the more obstinate.

less. This csn.i.,. on hv? car: r;;H
convinced him that he was dealing wit
human being aud not With au impal
pable phuntom.
Meantime In punuance of the suspi
| ciOn which the landlords story had i'm
parted to him, he found pre.ence or
which to make the acquaintance Of Sta
phen Eastburn. Tie man imprepsc
him uniavorably at the first sight. Tai
| and gaunt Of figure, with snail, restles
gray eyes and false smile, lie seemed t,
ue capabie of any viIainy. The youn,
supposed ghost, and departed with a.
invitation to call again.
On the fourth night Barclay agair
secreted himself in the church. It wa
cold for the season, and he shiyered il
his hiding place despite his warm cloth
ing. Hour after hour passed away, ant
he wac beginning TO fear tina. his arrant
would again prove fruitless. when {
faint light in The body OF the churcI
caught his eye. AS II rose higher ht
could see that il proceeded from smal
heap Of sticks collected upon the stone
floor. Crouclling over it, and extending
her thin fingers to the fame, he belield
The figure of the young girl. Evidently
"vercnne with the cold, she had ventur.
ed to indulge in this small comfort in tho
nope that it might escape no;ice.
Pulling off his shoes, Barclay crept uI
behind her, and before she WAS aware oi
his presence, seized her in his c,rong
grasp.
II knew you were no ghost," lie said
smiling; Though if yen continue this
life much longer you will become one"
She uttered flint cry of terror, and
sunk upon her knees.
Spare me-" she s0bbed. II am onlv
poor homeless, fr'cndless girl" wh.,
never wronged any Que. Why do you
pursue me?"
For your own good, my poor girl" he
said kindly. "Why will you not belle, e
me In my good intention 7"
"Why should II" she cried passion.
ately. did not my fathers trusted
friend, the man who had sworn to be
my second father. seek my life2"
"AhP' said Barclay, with n start.
"Aly conjecture was true. then. He de
coyed you 20 tho river, and after believ-
ing you safely out of the way, he left
your cloak and hat upon tho bank To
give the impression that you had com.
mitted auicide?"
Yes" she answered; "but the river
was more mercifnl than he, for it cast me
ashore alive. Sick with horror. and
inadly afraid ofthe whole world. / came
here where my father lay, to die upon
his grave. But It is hard for ona 90
young To die. have lived here these
three months, suffering, freezing. dying.
Tint WAS taken Tor my own ghost was
fortunate for me, for II kept every one
away from me. and aided ME to get WIN,
little would keep mo alive, after night
imll. And encouraged the super.,i,ion.
Now ynu know all. Ifyou are the man'r
eInissary, may God forgive you and help
me-"
II am the emiasary of mercy" return.
ed Hsa.r:!ay. q! siii iioru 20 do justice IL
i villain nnd Ia restnre you TO ynuf
'ithta. Will you trust and help moi"
She lnnked at him.
You hnve agood, kind face" she said,
offering him her hand, ii will trust
you"
"Thcn." said Barclay, "keep up the
character you have assumed for one mare
lay. To morrow night I shall bring
Eastburn here with witnesses. Do you
play on the organ when you hear us en-.
ter. When turn the dark lantcr upon
you, rise; and denuunce him rs mur
ierer.. We can sufely leave him to nc.
clise himself"
Il will do ms you WISH" she answered,
brokenly: How can thank your"
by following my direct;uns," replied
Barclay, brusquely, to hide his own emo
liun.
With few words moro of advice he
left her. His next move was to go directly
TO the landlord Of the inn, relute the
whole story, and secure his support.
AT ten o'clock on the next night, in
with the landlord. he called
upon Stephen Eastburn. Cutting short
his smonth sautatiou, Barclay said:
"Mr. Eastburn, itio obscure manner of
your wards death has given rise Ia
strange runners in the village. Her
.riri. IL said &c wander in the old church.
We desire you To accompany us there
o.night in order TO set these stories al
rest."
Eastburn's jaw dropped, his face grew
ivid, and he VIVA barely able to reply in
, quivering voice.
"Ghost | absurd Do you me.. to
make fool Of meY will not 70 10 the
church this hour of the night"
ALLOW me 70 observe" said Barclay,
ternly. "that the rumors, unless you old
u dissipaiing them, my cr!minate in
charge of murder"
Something significant in his tone
seemed to render Eastburn suddenly sub
nisAiye.
"Of course I will go, out of politeness,
{ you insist. We shall prnbably bug
church mouse. They are pruver6ially 30
'tarved "a To b. incapable Of flight"
No reply wan made to his lame at.
empt ut humor, and in very uncumior-
able frnme OF mind he went with them
y the church, and waa shown into pew
IN the dark between them. After q mo.
nents ailence the low tones of the organ
through the church, accompa.
lied by o woman's vnice.
What is this ?" cried Eaatburn, start.
ing up. "Whose voice IL that?"
"Be silent" said Barclay, sternly.
'Goud reason have you to hear that voice
with guilty horror"
AT the same instant the glass from his
lantern fell broadly upon the organ.
Standing before il, lnnking down at them.
vas the figure Oflda Mortan.,
!. W., OsuSi k"ane0 E.NsLOuEui cnoR-
lugly. MY alma have found mo out.
She has como back from the other world
10 accuse me of her death
YEA said tho girl Rulemnly. "Ste
phen East6urD, you are my murderer"
Il contcss Il" "Shrieked the terror.mad
aened wretch. ~ ask no mercy from
men, lor tho grave kas condemned me.
Take me a"ay-hide me from thia awful
eight" 5 ssi1
The light was turned out and the girl's
lgure disappeared. The horrdr-smitlen
slriekinR mingled prnyers and