The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1885-05-20
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What time does II make It's
nightlyexeursion?g
A'Bout 9, sir But you amt 60.
ing obraye Il, air yeg.
9I'm not sure ofmy yalor, but /
am certainly going 70 see what it's
Ike be laughingly said as he
jumped of the balcony.
II was then $3.50 as Guy Stanton
slrode down the little village street
and across deW.laden fields glis,en.
ing in Che moonlight, until lie
came to the gloomy churchyatd
fence. He yaulted lightly over ii
and crept among the dark shadows
Of the trees till he came 10 the open
ground where the grove Of white
tombstones stood.
1T must come by here" he said,
as he took a hasty survey of the
scene.
Steps heardon the gravel walk
caused him to seek the shelter OIL
the trees. A shadow fell across the
path, followed by a figure clad in
white; glance revealed il TO be q
girl.
Certainly a ghost, else footsteps
would be heard. Itgrows interest.
ing. I'll follow the ghost whittier
it may lead, Stanton said, as if Ia
some one near him.
The figure glided to the grave Of
the dead girl and went through the
same performance that had fright,
Fned young Dugan, that Of throw
ing her arms upwards and falling
upon The grave.
Stanton drew near, now almost
assured that she wasno vision from
the spirit world, and touched her
garment. 1t was real. He then
looked at the beautiful face that
was upturned to the evening sky.
1t was very counterpart of the
sanity Hilda, but far more ethereal.
Her eyes we're set in anguish one
moment and the next assumed a
holy calm. She knelt upon the
wet sward for nearly an hour-it
seemed ages to Stanton, at last she
arose, cast one frightened glance
around her, and as noiselessly as
she had come, left the place.
Stanton followed her. Over the
fields, down the road to the little
damp cottage. The door was wide
open. "What mystery can this
be2" he muttered, looking appre.
hensively up the dark road. When
he again looked at the door it was
chosen and the girl had gone. "This
is strange" he soliloquized, as he
walked back slowly to the tavern.
This is not ghost, is plainly
seen. The frightened VILLAGERS
should be told the truth. But no,
| would never see her again, and
she is SO beautiful l must paint
the picture Of her in the graveyard.
What can it mean?" he paused.
"Ahl 1 have it. My beautiful
spirit is q sOmnambullst."
By this time he had come up 10
the Bears Head, and to his land.
lords anxious inquiry, "Hov' ye
seen il2"he paid no attention, but
went directly to bed.
Thenextevoning Stanton wendell
his way to the church, and again
followed the spirit home. He went
through the same walk for a whole
week, until mine host Of the Bears
Head mentioned it to his chums
over the bar.
ale be a queer one," he would
say; "he was bright and chatty
when he first come; said he was
painteT but now he never says a
word, but walks about like stick,
and never out of the graveyard.
Shouldn't wonder if the ghost had
worked spell on him."
And SO the ghost had. Young
Stanton was madly in love with
the "Chelvey ghost"
On the last night of the week he
reached his sad trysting place
rather late. The ghost was already
there. This time he came close 10
the sleeping girl and nervously
touched her hands. They dropped
before her.
"AhI she awakesl" he cried.
Beautiful being, be ye spirit, NOR.
tai or demon, l love you'll Aye,
love you better than life itself"
clasping her 10 a tight embrace,
his passion making a mailman Of
him. Sweetest, ah heavens! l
have killed her"
The girl, with a 'hudder, had
awoke, and finding herself in the
mOurnful place and at such a time,
had fallen back into stanton's arms.
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