Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1884-1886, 1885-06-03

out cursing II: wien situng seems worse tnau
standing. lying worse than either; when
above all things, you ara impeiled to fly
from the face Of man. l couldn't go down
to dinner, and spent my evening in a VIC
lent struggle against my desire 70 divert nv
self in a way had foresworn; that is BY
weaving focrs fancies round that little head
Of hers as Browning has it.
Il had been lying down and don't know
what time il was, when l thought / would
try the effect of the night air l threw the
window open, and leaning my elbows on the
ledge, looked out 1t was a EFFECT Angus.
night The great yellow moon hung in the
cloudless SKY. Before me lay the beautiful
garden Beyond it stretched rock and wood
and water, and the picture was closed in all
around by gray undulating hills, dotted here
and cottages. 1don't think l ever saw such
ivory moonlight"
Members Of the psychical society,"" put
in, ought not 60 sit III the moonlight; il Is
thought to have special bearing on their
complaint"
DO reserve your criticisms of that society
till I've done my story. Mrs Barry will be
back directly
YES / answered; 1T would be as well TO
get the story done before she comes in Per-
haps she doesn't take as much interest as
do in your "reminiscences of old fla-es-
even spirit ones
swell" he went on, -as was telling you,
the moon was lighting up every stick and
stone in the garden. Every leaf was dis
tinet-more distinct than in daylight al
most thought l could count the petals Of the
flowers. Then l turned my face upwards to
the 'plainness and clearnesS without shadow
of STAIN
The beauty of the aigh. was so supreme,
so vast, that II carried one quite out Of ONE
miserable little self had forgotten myself
and my own troubles, when turned
my eyes earthward again and
saw her She was standing there
In the very middle OF the lawn. with
clasped hands and face upward. The full
sp!endor Of the moonlight fell on the crisp
gold threads Of her hair. She was dressed
in some sort of white diaphanous drapery.
And all these details ! say as distinctly as l
had seen the upturned faces Of the roses
why, Ct course you did" said; what
else did you expectH
well, it may seem very remarkable to a
person who is not a member Of the S. r. r,
but il was not In the least what did expect,
and its effect was almost to stop my heart s
beating The moonlight and the garden and
the flowers and that white figure seemed to
swim round. | caught at the window frame
with one hand and covered my eyes with the
other. When things seemed to steady them
selves again the vision was gone Nor did it
return again that night
Have you been taken much tina. way
since." asked, rather derisively.
Yes pretty frequently" said Barry, with
queer smile, -as you'll presently see The
next appearance was As follows:
When entered the breakfast-room next
morning my spirit love was thers She had
blue cotton gown, and was chatting cheer.
fully to my hostess, who at once introduced
ne 10 her.
4.
"You may guess held ON to the table Tor
. mnu a or two after that introduction
"HoH grossly ma:erialstic" said. rather
pdqued at not having foreseen this denoue.
ment
Yes he answered The story's rather
more in your line now, isn't it, OF course
l had to wait till my acquaintance with
Miss Lasalie and her father ripened cunsid-
erably before could get at any explanation
of that mysterious photograph However,
got on very well with them and before long
! learned that Mrs. Suggidge's story was
correct in all particulars save one
Mrs Lasalles child had been girl. not a
boy, and this girl. grown a woman, had
driven from some distance TO visit her
photographed il. She had been kneel-
ing for some time behind the cross, and
being reused from her prayer or reverie by
hearing my movements, she looked over the
arm. She saw my camera, and saw, too,
that | was unseen, she bent her head again
quickly. Not quickly enough though, to es-
cape my faithful plate. You don't believe
in fate, know. but something of that kind
was at work | think. in those two meetings
That's about all my story; I'm afraid it's
been rather dry"
mo, by Jove," said. taking up the por-
trait for one last look: its been very inter-
esting But how was ibid the real kill the
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