The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1886-01-06

i'dfcsSed aud W. pGt~ 90 our wraps. : ! wrote q
| long letter OF farewell to my home people
actually did aud cried pieotifuily as
wrote. Sarah held on TO me crying softly
and saying continuous prayers: telling her
beads with some trouble. as she would not
| let 90 my gown. or, when stopped writing.
MY hand. Ii was all very real, and as terri
bic as reality ta us, and had no more reas-
| on that night thaA my good. affectJonate, IN
learned maid. We were Just two women,
scared. With the day and the sun came a
a clearer head
But cut my visit short aud went home
by the first train, after seeing my midship.
man. ] could laugh "a little) but he, hav-
| ing grown up to this story. had respect for it.
lyon must get out of this as fast as you
can ana say nothing about 1t, but you can't
stay here another night, and there As no
other place
MY home people did not laugh at me-
We all had a sort of smile-a wet variety,
hoWeyer-as the night of terror was told
over. The good of it was that the dream had
| been met face to face and wes over add ex-
ploded.
That ghost was laid.
"AfterWaId learned that that room had
bad the usual modern furniture, bat when
Mrs. G.. sent for room for me. in their de
sire to treat me well, this family had re-
moved what was in the place, and taken
much trouble to set up these handsome ma
hogany things belonging to their grand
father, a Welshman long since dead, who
had brought it from England.
"From that came the delay in showing me
to my room until ii was late, and hur-ying
to get TO sleep; otherwise must have noticed
it, and l should have gone down to the Yard
and asked hospitality from some of the Of
| ficeTs families.
II am all one shiver and creep" said the
little kind-hesrted Meissonier, land you
really never screamedP'
Much smoke was coming from the disciple
OF st. Thomas. He is clear and logical and
without pity in overthrowing beliefs, only
his lexicon does not contain that word-for
belief he reads PROOF. But he is wise and
practlced, and most kind IN the care of
tangled nerves and troubled breath. He
knew this was no case OF dyspepsia nor NOR
bid dwelling on a fancy.
He looked-and pulled sob, pshaw, we
have to be up and at il again tomorrow, and
it's too late now to think. You nave talked
yourself wide awake. and must have a little
bromide-and so must you," to his wife.
"But the two men, she insisted, like a
child who goes on questioning down into the
bottom of its stories-'the mea were not
there. And two men who are the same is
something too, too dreamy"
Ma Refine hesitated, and then, they would
come after. And have you not told me
that when they are together, seeing only the
back, you could not tell father and son
apart?'
All were standing, about to separate for
what was left of the night only story is not
quite finished she said. "Just a little
more. You know why, for reasons OF health,
had to look up a place inland and IN the
mountain AIR for the winter months; that
was so pleased with all the advantages of the
place did take that, going over it with the
owner, / satisfied and decided on
rapid inspection and you know it has
proved as health. giving as we hoped.
"The house is large and oddly built There
are many more rooms than we can use. Only
after we were installed did ! go thoroughly
through them. We do not use the third
floor, but it has large room looking east, OF
which had the shutters fastened back to let
in the morning sun always.
"From this window is a view to near hills,
at whose feet runs rapid mountain river,
which in high waters is out ever in the
meadows, cleaning blue and lake-like. The
road leading to the river is bordered by
double line of tall old locust trees. Find me-
any tree more brittle and ragged than old
locust trees
I'm that room is a very fine, Handsomely
carved old bedstead OF mahogany. The posts
have been sawed off part way. but the re-
mainder of these carved posts, with the con-
Meeting frame for the top, are in a lumber
room above the carriage house. The bureau
is of dark mahogany, with long, narrow
mirror between supports. The properties
are again grouped, and the father and son,
whose figures are so alike, are both there.
The whole countryside keeps the stamp of
its early colonial English settlement. The
very name of our way station is from an Eng
lish family of that date.
And" she said, 81 must go back there"
Come" said Sir Thomas, abruptly.
Charley, will VOC put out the lights?'
But is the story finished?'