New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1883-10-28

| ont by a spirits wing, Just when the little silver
chime Of the clock was ringing. house. garden, sum
mer-house moonlight, yellow CLEAN, vanished from
the mirror and saw nothing there the reflec
| ton of the familiar room
1t was certainly more wonderful phenomenon
| than any which my medical books and medical
| knowledge had taught me, and / sat up late that
night thinking 1t over and trying yalnly to account
light on the subject, turn the matter up and down
| as might in my brain, | came to resolution
| two points and then went to bed One of these
| resolves was, that L would not reveal the strange
| circumstance to anyone, because had always
most hearty dislike of gossip and ridicule at my
| pense and the other was. that | would not allow
The inexplcabe vision to trouble my mind, rs to
I make me incapable of the daily work and duty of
| life: MY natuIa calRinesS Oh temperament ana my
active, busy course OF existence made me more able
TO make these determinations with some chance of
keeping to them than most people i'll my place
slept well that night and did not see the house
| i'll the mirror once in my dreams. Next day was
sent for i'll haste TO attend a dangerous, difficult
case which required all NV skill aud energy BY
the time the evening was again come the impression
made by the strange circumstance of last night had
in great measure faded out Of my mind
evening with my friends Mr.. and Mrs. Woodland.
Mr. Woodland was a banker, and his wife a
pretty sparkling woman-the queen of society in
our town. She and We're always close allies; she
would chatter to me of all her family affairs, and
in certain way made me her c0nfdant. On the
occasion in question was Mr.. and Mrs Woodlands
only guest. The banker slumbcred in his arm
chair the lady had two or three bits of gossip to
books to discuss with me, and deal to say besides
abOut the first appearance OF tooth IN Miss Bahys
little rosy mouth That young heroine was brought
down in state in her nighdress. and had to exam
inc the prodigy with much circumstance and sol
! emnity.
Baby had retired again to the nursery and had
| ceased her somewhat loud circumstances with
regard to the inconvenience of being brought down
stairs to appear in the drawing-rOom in such
| tune and at such an hour. Mrs. Woodland
| standing the hcarth-rug looking in the mirror
| when the town clock in the market-place hard by
struck 8. | was looking at the reflection of my
/ tlta and fhpf
! was certainly very pretty one when suddenly at
the side of the lively brown eyes appeared precisely
the same house, line for line, which had seen IN
my dining mirror yesterday at this same hour:
| garden. pagoda-like summer-houSe, silyCry moon
| fight yellow lampght gleam--all were there.
! could not help start and a munnurcd express
sion of wonder. Mrs. Woodland turned round
! Quickly at the sound.
| : What is the matter T. she asked in surprise
| ooh, just twinge of rheumatism in my shout
! der" | answered carelessly. caught IT riding
| home through the storm Yesterday
| Mr.. Heathcote, what do you see so wonderful in
! fhe looking glass tonight &" she asked few min
! utcs after. noticing with feminine Quickncss the
direction in which my eyes, i'll spite of myself, were
II was thinking that if was little handsomcr
man than am, should try to get wife made ex-
| actly on your pattern" replied lightly.
| With these and a few more testing words con
| trived to put Mrs. Woodlands curiosity 10 sleep
| again while from time to time, watched the Wis
| iOnary house. II was just as had expected when
| the town clock chlmed quarter to9 IT vanished
| exactly as it had done on the previous night.
| From that time forward. wherever might he, II |
| was in the room with looking glass, saw every
| evening from to quarter to 9, for the next
month to come, the house in the mirror Sometimes
| it met my view III the tiny lookng-glass on cot
| tage wall where j tending a poor patient,
sometimes in the picr-glaSs of sick fine adXS
| apartment, sometimes IN the mirror ot Trent
| dipingroo a. | sat at dinner. There was never
| the fantest change III the VISION: II was always
| marked by exactly the same features. | cannot say
| hut that this perpetual haunting of my life 10y 80
mysterious an apparition did make 4 vaguely IN
| comfortable and painful Impression on my inlnd.
But by strength of will. and by clnging IcNoutcIy
and CcaselcSSly to all my active day dul =, pre-
| vented its having morbid, unhealthy eject upon
me- ! revealed the cirGgmstance to no one hnt up,
peared to the outer world rs If there was no strange
| page in my commonplace story.
| When however. a month or 80 had passed by.
there came Il great sudden, real sorOw, which most
| efiectually thrust aside all inclination 10 brood
| over gloomy, shadowy, fanciiul troubles. ono
! morning there arrived telegram from Ltcco, on
the Lago Como in North Italy, SAYING that my sister
| on her way home from India, HAD fallen danger
oUsly i'll there and calling me ~ once to her SIDE
| knew that Lottc's health had been delicate ever
| since her baby born, ana that she was ahohl I"
return To England for the sake of cooler climate
and the best medical advice. knew, zoo" mat SIC
! meant 10 return through Italy. but ! was hardly
| aware that she had, as yet, started from bombay.
and had not the faintest notion that her disease
| might possibly take such a dangerous turn. No
! wonder then. that the tIdingS were severe blow.
| Iottic was far more to me than sisters generally
are to their brothers. She was several years
Younger than was and She had been INST my play
| thing, then my pupil; and had experienced paIg
of real jealousy on that day when, sitting on stool
nj nv feet with her sweet face hidden on my knees.
| .Lc confessed to me that there was one who was
| more 10 her than 1 was one who was more &" her
| than all the world beside. This foolish feeling. of
| course quickly passed away. and i"l"ic'd L" see
her happy BRIDE; YET LoItr was SUN HIS PVT NY
! pride and my darling. .
Fear sitting at my side, nor the long niHhts ana
DAYS of drcary, anxious watching. II ShilCr' To say
here that my sweet girl was, "a length. gwen hack
| to nv arms after, through long weeks, my mc,i
carc and skill had battlcd with death for her. lUr-
inc fine whole Of this period the house ~ the mirror
never again appeared 10 me. and indeed, in my alb
nnrIirg anxirty and trouble the remembrance Of il
| even hardly entered my mind.
! One lovely evening in carly spring, when L"tlc
| was much better but not strong enough yet L" y"
! moved / had been taking a long rmblc INTO the
! lovely country which surrounds Lake Como ana on
! my return had lost my way. The sun had set, The
moon had risen, ana wa baIhhE Inc NHiIn lll MI
| Yer sea. / had reached path ~ The lake ana was
! nausiup 10 consider in which direction Lccco lay.
The scene around all one glory of stiffness aud
| of brightness. \ breeze just sluI"d the waters
eofIv with kiss the outlines of the distant hills
| were soft and tender, as If drawn by an artist
angels pencil; here and there among thrn th'Ic
wa. II white giImmvr which tuld of "a hamlet or Il
| homestead: hard by a nightingale just struck
single golden note. and then was silent again. rs II
| lac feared 10 break the calm spell of the moon.
! All at once started ana 10" exclamation bHl~l
| from my lips Ny eye, resting ON the surface
of the lake, and there mrrorcd IN its clear waters
! bchcd exactly the same house aud garden when
lad 80 often. before left EngIand net my we" IN
! such q strange mNSt"r"u, way. DISTURBED ASTON,
ishcd unable 10 believe NY own senses, ! glanced
| round behind me and there. ON little rising
,rorud above the lake, saw q house which CORES
! HS,ndri 10 tLc rejection below. and which was in
VERY rr>pcct the realization of my vision. Just
! then the clock OF some distant church up among
! the hills struck D.
| Tho whole circumstance and coincidence was -
.ne1Ilor that | could not help being impressed and
| startled by it. Autagonistc though my whole cncr-
,ctic nature was 10 all imaginary fear, and beliefs
| I ,nproachcd the gate Of the garden. and notcd
io, in every smallest particular, even {" the star
Ike dowcrs of the crcrpcr on the wall, even to The
rr-cn of tbr old woman with the basket OF oranges
at her feet, even to the slightly opened window
Viii, the ray OF light glrlme through Il, i wa, ia"
49,, j,.,n Ik rucSs of the house which had So often
,r Inv view in the mirror. The very name Of the
! ,iIia written over the gate hlcd me with a
/ t,''',,,n ccric feeling: il was La Casa dcIlo
| SncrrIio" IL had evidently been 50 named from
hcputiful reflection which