The Arkansaw traveler., 1886-01-30

desperately in love his daughter vas with him, he grew furious, turned the man out of the house, and threatened his daughter with convent"
 A love story-how nicei' thought Patience. But what an old horror of a father! Whoever can Uucie Richard be talking about P' for it was evidently Uncle Richard and Flank finishing their cigars outside CD the terrace before they came in to dinner.
 Franks reply was inaudibie; the doc. tors deep-chested tones made themselves heard once more:
 The girl gave up her lover"
 How contemptible l" cried Patience
 "But, by way no doubt, of an antido,e to melancholy thoughts, she took ,o aims 1 giving and other forms of benevolence. l Her father was a rich mau, but her de- mands upon his purse seem to have been at times altogether unreasonable. Some one is wanting help was the usual form ula, 1t is sai i, with which she began her demand, now for this thing, now for that It grew to be by word in the county. Oae day in the twilight, as she sat em oroidering at her window, dark figure came beneath, making signals to her Sue threR open the window, and leaned out
 Patience, strangely fascinated, sat lis tening to the story. 1t seemed to her to have a strange, old-world ring in il.
 I need scarcely say it was her artist, lover, and that he Came to arrange some plan for her escape from her father $ tyranny, Whether she would have agreed to such thing can never be known. As she leaned out, talking to him, her father suddenly entered the room. Some say that the sound of his voice so startled her that she lost her balance, fell out, and was picked up dead i Others say that an aliercation ensued and that her father, in a it of fury, nshed her, and sue fell backward from the win dow. Anyhow, the legend built upon this story is the same. At the full of the moon-that is, whenever the moonligh, falls upon this window-the lady's figure is to be seen seated there with clAsped hands. They say she has the whitest oi skins, and long black hair reaching to her feet, and wears dress something ot the color of the moonlight itself Bu, possibly this idea may have been derived from the picture of the Virgin in the As. sumption '-in my dining room at thi, reality the ladys portrait by the infatu- ated artist"
 And that is why the room was bricked up, suppose-to keep the poor ghost from andering about the house S' asked Ffank's voice. making itself heard now tor the first time.
 | Patieoce's he ,rt seemed to stand still and then begin beating at a terrific pace as though to m Ike up for lost time. So then. she had been listening to the ghost story she had so sturdlly refused to hear, aud there was bricked-up chamber ad joining her own!
 The doctors voice resumed:
 It's only half, or rather, quarter bricked up. found it in that co, dltion when came, and to save trouble aboui the matter, hung big picture had, oi Curtius taking the fatal leap, over the doorway. Sir Geoffrey Msrven, the lasi owner of the place, began the operation of sealing up the ghost chamber but the | ghost so they say-made such a racket over it that he was forced to give it up and leave the place."
  up your Curtius2"
 of the picture was congepial to her ghostly imagination. She hasn't troubled me at all. She may have been strongly antipathetic to Sir Godfrey and have set her mind upon worrying the life out of him. Sir Geoffrey was a man of pc nurious habits and detes,ed being applied to for aims. His ueighbors had learned to let him alone But this lady's ghost 1t seemed, was forever pursuing him with her some one is wanting help so he be gan the bricking up process ; then sud. denly 2 ave it up. fled the house, fed the country and d,ed abro Ad -somewhcre in Italy, think Come. let's go in, it's get ting chill There Il be a full moon to- eight, if you like to try your hand a, ghos,-seeing'
 Patience let fall her beads. In good truth her fingers trem oled so as 10 lose their grasp of them. She drew long | breath.
 "Of course" sae said to herself, "I don't believe in ghosts. and l won't be- lieve m gh ,,ts-no never to the end oi my life! But for all that, wish hadn { heard that story
 CHAPTER II.-AT THE FULL OF THE | MOON.
 "There they 9! said the doctor cbeerily as he took his place at the din. ner-table.
 There they go.' said Patience dole fully. Now for the echoes
 Both remarks were called forth by a ,ramping and snuff ng of feet along stone passages; an opening and shutting of doors which seemed to come from the kitchen quarters, and which evidently be. tokened that the servants were departing in body.
 The dining-room, like the other rooms in the M nor House, was low-ceiled and oak paneled. A cheey log fire blazed on the heavth wax candles in big br 4nch- ing candelabra, shed a soft though some what uncertain light upon well-spread 1 table: a silver ooffee-urn. and cups on 2