The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1886-03-10
MISS GIYNN ADVENTURE.

Many wears ago there stood at
/ the cross road between Brixton and
Cravp'on couuty on an old farm
house, built IN 3 style that few Of
/ US remember. with large, cheerful
rooms and windows that opened Of
carefully trimmed lawn. Roses
a.d honey grew there in
rich gruipsiou, and in the fall. bright
,e.iuw chrysantheunis decked the
gsr5cu leds.
4 l0ae shady avenue oftrees so
otscurrd the house that in midsum-
mer it seemed ike "a lodge in some
vas. wilderness and 50 lonely that
in spite of It's beauties 4 timid per-
sou would have hesitsted to buy IT,
But Miss Giyun was not a timid
person. She had lived twenty five
I wears in this vale of tears withou.
eucountering either ghosts or bur-
glars, and she purued the even
teror of her way through seed time
aud harvest without any apparent
desire ior companionship or relief
from the mOuotony of her existence
People said that she had a TO-
nance in her youth. which had end
7 ed Ia cruel disappointment, and
that when her father died aud lef,
her sole possessor of the old home
stead, she had decided to keep OF
swing there, hiding from a curious
world the one sorrow of her life
However that NAV be, Miss Glynn
kept her oEn secrets. The door OF
the closet which contained her skel
eton 2as never opened. and when
anyone from toe neighboring village
did call on her, they found her cheer
fully at work, the house as neat a.
wax and every sign of.a well regu
lated household.
04e night q / have this story from
Mis- Gyms own lips there was
weddlnE at Braxton, hamlet some
five miles distant, and her cook and
housemaid being related to the
bride, desired TO attend 1t.
There was no way Tor them TO get
there uules7 John Thorn, the farmer,
drove them over and stayed to
bring them back,
Now, Miss Giyun,as | said before,
was moreover veTg iuduigent to her
farm hands, So she said, You may
20. a.u Tot at all afraid to be leil
alone; ONLY D5 sure aud return in
tine Tor tie mornings work. "
lu the wiag of The old house slept
JIn Sanford, the chore boy, hall
sl,ted fellow. about fifteen year.
old. who would have been no use
as a protector, bat Miss Glynn
hughingiy unclaimed Doa the gres
watch dog, more to satisfy the SCI
wants than from aav nervous fears
of her owu AGd when the usual
tjme flr retiring came, she went up
~ Eer lonely ICON with as little
dread ul the shadows Of night falling
on The old house, as If regiment
of mounted dragons kept guard
outside her window.
Sue ssid thai she must have fallen
iito light dcze, uDtn something
.she never knew WHAT awakened
Ter NJ uoaa sGcue ia through
jLa old fashioned gabled windows,
and every thing was plunged IN that
proi0uEd stiffness which can be
felt.
A peculiar consciousness ofanoth-
er pre-eEce in the room came over
Miss Glynn. IL oppressed her she
lried lo shake II Of, to think of
-omethlng else-to 60 to sleep. The
distant bark of watching dog fell
on her ear. She endeavorsd to
weary herzelf By counting the bark-
-ia vain above and beyond all
others IDEAS was the persistent and
haunting one that in her chamber
somewhere another human being
was concealee.
Miss Glynn was an energetic wo-
man her resolves were but the prf-
ludes 10 immediate action. Ali OF
sudden the darkness became in
toleIable to her, and without any
actual fear, but more from longlI 9
desire for a ray OF light, she stretch
ed out her hand TO reach match
from the little table beside her bed,
only 10 feel It gently but firmly
grasped.
Not a cry escaped her,all the won
deriul power Of self control came to
her aid, and without struggling, she
merely asked
Who Is there?
A mans voice answered from be-
side the bed:
"MaGam, | am sorry to disturb