The Cecil Whig., 1885-11-28

oiiN "iiOiiJ iiitSiSolSd eaA'
"Oh, there's nothing to tell. I'm an
orphan. I've been in Germany study
, ing. live in Boston with an aunt.
Lena lives in New York. We had a
chaperone going over, but she eloped
with our music teacher, so we are re-
turning alone. Now tell me about
your life it must be much more ro-
mantle and interesting than mine. 1t
must be nice to have park of your
own and ancestral halls hung with an
cestors by the oldest masters
"And the family ghost-you've for
gotten the family ghost
"Oh, how charming the most aris-
tocratic thing. Tell me about it,
please
''She was daughter of the house.
Her portrait hangs on the walls; they
were marrying her to the wrong man !;
when her maid came to dress her she
persuaded the maid to put on the we'd
ding finery herself end 60 down to the
assembled company, while she stole
out to the river where her lover was to
await her, but the bridegroom got wind
of the affair, and it was he who met
her at the river. But here she eluded
him again-she dropped into the water
and was never seen again, though they
dragged for her body. Now, at mid
night, you hear the hum of festivities !;
people rustic up and down the broad
staircases; you hear the echo of voices,
of music, the trinkle of laughter, the
tread of dancing feet-or again you
pace the hall, and light footsteps patter
before you, but there is no one present !;
you are alone"
GLOW perfectly delightful 1t makes
my flesh creep
However, the country people of
that time had legend that she did not
drown-that she simply dived, being =
fine swimmer, and while the bridegroom
went for help she came to the surface,
met her lover on the opposite bank and
migrated to America
elbow l should like to see her pic
ture. l do think ghost is perfectly
lovely. l wish we had one; but the
made land in Boston is too new for
them
"Would you accept mine?'
"Oh, you wouldn't part with such a
treasure
"No, but l might share it.
Ariadne congratulated herself that the
Nereid was the slowest boat on the
line; and she was not at all disturbed
when storm blew them off their course;
she and her lord played euchre in the
saloon together, or he read aloud to
her, or repeated lines from his own
sonnets-the man who wrote poetry,
and he who quoted it, were totally diff
ferent beings in her esteem-and no
doubt the poetry was different, likewise.
"He's perfectly splendid, she con-
fessed to Lena.
"But I'm afraid he's only flirting he
does it so very we'll and so easily re-
turned Lena. "You know when they
are in real earnest and positively in love
they're not $3.50 voluble and ready
"Then 1 suppose the hobbledeboy
isn't voluble?'
81 don't suppose he's in love with
me. He likes to walk and talk with
somebody if l weren't here it would
be somebody else-you, perhaps
wickedly.
"Never,' cried Ariadne.
Glove, you know, is only friendship
grown tender-I read that somewhere
in book-and it takes more than ten
days for the process, fancy. I only
wanted to put you on your guard
every kind of you; consider your
self thanked. l fatter myself that I've
had experience enough to know when
a mans in earnest or making believe
When they walked the following
morning the air had grown cold and
sharp, although the sky was blue and
sunny. Ariadne's lord met her as
usual.
"Come with me- he said, "and I
will show you something you never saw
before, and he drew her arm within his
own.
ga whale, suppose7'
ooh, Uery like whale. Do you see
it, off yonder7 and there against the
deep colored sky lay mountain Office,
the sunshine breaking along its edges
and Illuminating fissures in its expanse.
"Oh, an iceberg = cried Ariadne, "I
am afraid
"Afraid-with mer he asked, re-
proachfully.
"They mean to give US the cold
shoulder said the hobbledeboy, join
ing the group that leaned anxiously
over the taffrail. 'The captain has
been up all night with ten men on the
watch
"Do you hear the echo i? asked Lena,
as the fog-horn sounded. "Like voices
from fairyland. But how ghostly they
are they wrap themselves in midst and
come sailing down upon us, silently as
death
eyes, returned the hobbledeboy, as
the mist became gradually illuminated
and huge berg swan slowly into view,
as if it had taken shape and substance
from the fog itself. "They are like en-
chantment-the fog is their garment of
invlsibility. l mean to get out my
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