The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1886-08-06
NUMBER 23.

nue of domestics which had done
much to lessen the income of her
somewhat extravagant husband.
After prayers Hannah, the elderly
housekeeper and maid combined;
waited TO assist Mrs. Maynes in
gathering up her work, key-basket,
etc.
''It's been wild night, ma'am
and the snow is falling thick and
heavy It'll be bad travelling for
any poor soulp
"PerIlaps 1T will be warmer tor
tie snow tomorrow. Come, Lottie;
Hannah is ready to put out the
light"
The other two servants had gone
to bed, and Mrs. Maynes fingered a
moment in The lobby to say good.
night TO her daughter.
"Hark what's that ?" said Lot
tie, starting. A sound of the wire
of the hall-door bell being pulled
caught her quick ear. A second
after, quick peal rang out.
"What can it be 7" said Mrs.
Maynes, turning pale. Hannah
looked down into the great dark
hall BY holding tue tiickering can
die over the banisters.
an go down and see," she said.
'Be careful, Hannah don't undo
bolt until you know who it is."
"Never fear, ma'am. just go in:
to your room and don't catch cold."n
an come with you, HannaiI,"
said Lottie.
"You'll just bide where you are,
Miss Lottie," SAID the old woman III
a determined voice, as she descend:
ed, candle in hand, the staircase
over which Lottie leaned to listen.
"Who's there ~ asked Hannah;
in q commanding voice.
ga traveller who has lost his
way" came the muffled answer.
"Dear me-" nervously whispered
Mrs. Maynes, 81 hope she'll be care
full p
ave can't unbar TO strangers
this time of night" said Hannah.
"Sure I'm half dead with cold.
and no Christian can refuse shelter
on night like this SAID a voice
with a strong brogue in it. Lottie
descended a few stairs.
"ASk his name and where he was
going, Hannah !" she whispered
loudly.
"Will you say who you are, sir,
and where you were going 7" de-
manded the old servant.
"Brian O'Moore is my name, ii
Pm myself at all, and l was on my
way to a place called Fleet Hill to
see friend"
Hannah was totally unprepared
fer her next orders, received after a
hurried whispering between mother
and daughter.
"YOu may open the door, Han
nah," said Mrs. MayDes, "and light
the lamp in the drawing.room."
"Are you sure, ma'am ~
"Quite sure. We know of the
gentleman"
Heavily the bolts grated back;
the key turned, and a figure white
as a Christmas cake slowly entered
.he dim hall. Hannah surveyed
he visitor obviously.
I'm ashamed to bring all this
snow in, but I've been for two
hours wandering like a lost spirit
)ver some bare bit OF land.'
"Never mind the SNOW, sir" said
Hannah, molified by the pleasant
revealed, ''that COM
non is Il bad place OF dark nightt
nd the shutters are all shut here
90 n
The old servant did not lead her
.uest TO suppose that HOLLYWOOD
1as anything but brilliantly illu-
minated OH. winter nightsl For
economy Is sake it was far otherwise.
1t last the embers of the drawing
Dom fire were cheered into a blaze,
be lamp lit, and a pair of slippers
Dnnd for the traveller. Then Mrs.
Iaynes descended, followed by her
The young Irishman bowed CRATE
ally as the ladies entered.
81 am glad We are able to offer
on shelter this terrible night"
aid Mrs. Maynes, gently /; "you
ad lost your way ~
81 had, madam am an entire
tranger here, aud took my direc-
ions for five mile walk at the sta
ion, without counting o0 a SNOW
torn. Am l far from Fleet Hill
an you tell me 81
"Mr. Browns place ~
A dark lTown gathered ou the
andsOme face.
"Ah, Mr.. Browns place."
s'It is three miles from here. You
lust have taken the wrong turning
! the cross roads,"
"Very likely / did. Could [
zach there tonight, think you I"
sked tue young man eagerly.
"Certaluly not" said Mrs.
Laynes, decidedly. "You will stay
ere tonight, and eau go to Mr..
after breakfast"
81 am truly obliged to you, mad
ID but" hesitatingly, 81 may
MSS some one I've come from Ire.
md to see-I may be too late.s
"This person is Miss Norah Fltz-
erald n quietly conjectured Mrs.
Iaynes.
''You know her p cried the young
ian In delighted amazemenf. HAh,
zen, madam, you viii help me save