Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1885-12-05

There is, believe, an old fiction of
the house being haunted; but you seem
too sensible young lady, Mrs Graves
to put any faith in the existence of
ghosts. My theory is that the uncanny
noises of which you speak are produced
by certain currents of air through these
hollow old rooms, to which my wife is
80 greatly attached that l cannot per-
an unmistable eneer in his voice now, as
he took his hat. with slight, graceful
bow, from the hall table, and passed out
through the open door.
The next day l accidentally dropped a
narrow gold ring, which had been my
dead mothers, from my finger, as eat at
! the open window. 1t rolled along the
sloping window ledge, and before could
grasp it, fell glitterine through the air to
the ground below. Of course ran down
Immediately to look for it. A clump of
lockwood grew close to the damp walls
but unmindful of everything save my
lost ring, l pushed this aside q crept
through.
Just as my eye caught sight of the
tiny gold circlet on the gravel, my ear
also caught the sound of suppressed
breathing close by. With quickened
heart-beats my eager gaze swept the
masonry. Directly before me was a
! small aperture, scarcely big enough for
my hand to pass through, and within, in
| the dimness of what seemed to be Gel
lar, two eyes, bright, haggard, and sor-
rowful, were watching me.
"In heavens name, who are you?"
gasped.
Hush !" came back the whispered re-
ply. "You are Mrs. Rosenbergs COM
panien. The man John told me. l am
Mrs. Rosenberg's brother. That devil
has kept me a prisoner here for two
years. She thinks l am insane. They
will will not Let her see me. although
she knows that 1 am here For Gods
sake, help me"
A dry sob came from the darkness,
which brought an answering one from
her own lips.
Eyes, yes" whispered, trembling in
every limb; "but howl"
A folded paper held by wasted thumb
and finger appeared at the opening
This is written statement of my
brother, in-law's viliany," continued the
unfortunate man. "A week ago l found
a loose stone in the wall here, and worked
at it until made this opening. have
been watching for you ever since, in
hope that you might walk here. Take
this paper to the police headquarters in
the city, Miss Graves, and God 60 with
you'll"
l thrust the paper into my bosom, and
whispered an eager assurance of help,
through the aperture.
Thank you. God bless youW came
back in fervent accents, and raising to
my feet, l hurriedly re-entered the house.
My first action, on regaining the pri-
vacy OF my own room, was to examine
written tremously with pencil
81, Justin Morton, have been, and am
now, held most wickedly in confinement
at Hemlock Grove by my brother-in-law,
Rollo Rosenberg. He represented me
to his wife as being insane. The cause
for his foul treatment of me is as follows:
My father in dying left a handsome
property, to be equally divided between
my sister and myself, but with tie pro-
vision that, at the death of either heir,
his or her share should revert to the
other. Rosenberg lacks the nerve to
finish his victim outright, but the foul
air of the seller in which l am confined,
and my insufficient food, are rapidly do
ing their work. In the name of justice
and humanity, l ask for help~
My readers may imagine all felt on
reading this pathetic appeal. That very
afternoon l requested permission to 60
TO the city in order to make some pur-
chases. [ dare not intrust my secret
with poor little Mrs. Rosenberg, for l
dreaded least her agitation should betray
Ill. went straight to an old lawyer, at
irst,-a friend of my mothers. 1 told
him my story, and showed him the paper,
which having read, he said:-
God bless my soul, girl~ and got his
nat and cane, and hurried away with me
20 the city marshal's office.
At four o'clock that afternoon, Lawyer
Dayton and accompanied by a physi-
ian and some stalwart policeman, re-
urned to Hemlock Grove.
Mr.. Rosenbergh was not at home, and
lespite the watchman's show of stolid
ignorance, the place was searched, and
he prisoner found in one of the cellars,
"a damp, foul, unhealthy place. The
DOOR young mamie was not more than
wenty dead away when
hey brought him into the light and air. :
lie was handsome as a picture, with
curls, and bonny blue {
yes, but so pale and wasted from his {
ong confinement that the tears rushed
o my eyes at sight of him. My story is /
Yearly ended. In the excitement tn !
disappeared. Neither he nor {
lis master was never again seen In {
America. {
What became of Mrs. Rosenberg? Oh, &
he lives with us. l married Justin I
Iorton, you see, and am the hsppiest {
7ife in Christendom. Old Dinah lives &
Nth us, and thinks my frst-born the 6
nost wonderful baby living. u
Beloit Gazette: We have frequently 6
eferred in these columns to the propri-
ty of our farmers going more largely
nto improved stock of all kinds, and
aving harvest of good young things,
8 well as of seventeen cent corn and {
ixty-five cent wheat. The great COM
laint is "it costs too much, and we can't c
eeany profit in it." The Goodwin Park
tOck farm has hrouoht tn this cOuntrv {