Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1884-04-13


stant the Squire's hearty voice called
out:
LET me in, Honor. What is wrong,
child?"
did let him in, and his wife, and
several alarmrd looking servants who
followed after.
We instantly began to look for the
thief, but-mystery of mysteries-he
had disappeared.
That terrible man with the black
hair and white lock over his forehead
had vanished rs though he had never
been.
Except for the marks he had made
with his feet on the old oak door, there
was not trace of his existence.
| believe the servants doubted that
he had ever been, and only thought
that the young lady who was foolish
enough to sleep in the tapestry cham
Der had been visited by new form of
ghost. Be that as it may, we never
got a clew to where or how the man
had vanished.
Ten years later | was again on a
visit at Aspen's Vale. This time | did
not sleep in the tapestry room.
now occupied a most cheerful
modern and unghost-like room and
but for one circumstance my visit
would have been thoroughly unre-
markablc.
This was the circumstance which
seems, in wonderful way, TO point a
moral to my curious tale. | paid my
visit to the Cliffords during the assizes.
Squire Clifford, as one of the most in
fluential county nagnates, was neces-
sarily much occupied with his magis-
terial duties during this time. Every
morning he went early into the town
where the assizes were held. One
morning he told US of a case which in
terested him.
He is a hardened villain" he said.
He has again and again been brought
before me. but has never yet been con-
vcted. He is unquestionably a theft;
indeed, one of the notorious characters
in the place; but he is such a slippery
dogno jury has yet found him guilty.
Wen, he is to be tried again to-day,
and do hope we shall have some luck
with him this time"
The squire went away, and it came
into his wifes head and mine to pay a
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the prisoner in whom he was inter-
cSted.
No sooner said than done. We drove
into ----, and presently found our
selves in the large and crowded build
inc. When we entered, the ease under
discussion had not commenced, but n
moment after a fresh prisoner was
uShered into the dock.
What was the matter with me?
found my sight growing dim, found
myself bending forward, and peering
hard. The memory of an old terror
came back. the sensation of couple
of h>urs of mortal agony returned e
me again. Who was in the prisoner
dock? | knew the man. He was my
guest of the tapestry chamber of tel
years ago.
There he stood, surly, Indifferent
with his vast breadtt and height, hi
raven-black hair, and that peculiaI
white lock flung back from his brow
He did not glance at any one, but KEEP
his eyes on the ground.
could not contain myself | fOrgo
everything but my sense of discovery
| started to my feet, and spoke:
"Mr. Clifford, know that man. h,
was in my room ten years ago. De
YOU remember the night ~whcn~l 20
the terrible fright in the tapestr,
chamber in your house? There is tn
man who frightened me. | coul'
never forget his face. There h
stands.
Whatever effects my words had o.
the squire and the Judge, there is n
doubt at all of their remarkable sig