Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1885-08-15

manner intensified into some strange
new feeling by the charm offaultless
beauty. He los tthc uncanny sensa.
tons she gave him at first, and in
his enforced idleness was RAPIDLY
learning to look forward to the
hours when the exquisite casket
should be occupied by the fitting
gem. When she left it the other oc.
cupant returned to it, supremely I'M
conscious of whatever might have
taken place during her absence from
herself.
Before many weeks went by Field
ing became aware that he was deep
~ IN love with the mysterious other
part of Amy Barrows' existence. He
tried at first to believe that it was
simply the effect Of her physical love-
illness, but was forced to give up that
theory, because AS HERSELF she was
not only uninteresting, but was ac-
tually becoming repulsive, for all
her beauty.
"The sunset is like that one when
we first met here said Dora. as
they came back after one of those
| walks that Amy might wake where
she fell asleep.
Il wish it could last forever!,
cried Fielding passionately. "Dora,
don't leave me. | am losing my
senses Whatever you are, YOU
beautiful mystery, | love you, and /
cannot let you so II
He caught her in his arms and
rained eager kisses on her upturn-
ed face.
My day is comet | forgive YOU.
But ! cannot stay she whispered
deadly pale. "SHE il coming back,
she must not wake like this.
A flicker and film came over her
eyes, and Fielding held sleeping
woman, whom he had barely time to
place in his chair on the little porch
when her mother came out, and ANY
woke, saying that her heart beat as
If she had been running.
The next day, devoured with i'm
patient longing, Fielding sat through
a long Summer afternoon. waiting.
hoping for her habitual drowsiness
to overtake her. She had not failed
to notice that for some time he had
been her shadow, that wherever she
went he was sure to follow, and
whenever she woke she was sure to
find him beside her. What was she
to think? Her curiosity and inter-
est were reused, yet he never spoke
q word beyond what common cour-
tesy dictated. Why did he sit look
ing at her with those eager eyes?
She grew shy and troubled Her
heart never used to beat SO. and WHY
did she feel SO tired when she woke
from those long, dreamlcss sleeps
that she went into because there was
nothing to keep awake for?
She ventured question after a
long, dreary silence. Poor girl she
knew not that her existence and her
speech just then were more than his
tense nerves could bear.
"Good hcavens!v he murmurcd.
"Dora, where are your"
The air seemed alive with harp.
strings struck by powerful hand.
A spasm of deadly terror crossed
Amy's face as between her and Fiel-
ding came the outline Of shadowy
form in which the man could distin-
guish the blazing eyes under the
cloudy hair of the woman he loved.
"What is it?" shrieked Amy,
throwing herself on Fielding for
protection. What is it trying to
do to me 1t is struggling with me r
Then there was heavy fall. They
came rushing from the house at the
sound, and saw Fielding with the
dead girl across his knees, staring
into vacancy with eyes that never
again lost that distracted look, say
ing over and over again:
| 'sThere is soul There is asoul