The Springdale news., 1888-10-12

bluff to visit the sunset, and the scene never grows old"
 & No doubt, were l near enough, I would do the same.n
 You are tho new editor at tho village, are you not:n she asked, with charming ehildlike simplicity.
 Il am; my name is Allen Gray, and am editor and proprietor of the lttSte,m Rep1t5- Hc You live in the stone house on the hill, do you nott-'
 She started, a death-il5e pallor swept over her face and in q confused manner she answered:
 Yes. sir"
 It was painfully evident that the stone house on the hill was an unpleasant topic to this young lady; therefore Allen deter mined to avoid it. He began praising tine beauties of the sunset sky, the grand old forest and delightful flowers.
 '' found some things to-day in my ram bles, he at last said, and may be you can tell me who is the owner" He drew from hs pocket the glove and locllet. Do you know whose these arcta
 With glad smile upon her face she came quickly 10 his side and said
 They arc mine. The glove 1 lost this morning; the locilet was lost two weeks ago. Where did you find them:a
 He told her all about finding them. and then. both having regained their equaniln- ", they became absorbed m pleasant con versation. IL seemed as if they had known each other for years. Little heed was taken of the flight Of time Twilight shades werc long held II the background by the broad face of q fullmoon shining from elondless summer sky. There Was such strange fascination a56at each of the other that they did not notice that the stars were winlling at them from the heavens above.
 When Allen asked what her name was another m0mcntary confusion seemed to come oyer her, as she answered Bertda Col l9'S; but by his admirable tact the confusion was bat momentafy, and she was discours- ing as pleasantly d. before. Those mo- mcnts seemed 10 possess q world of pleasure to Allen and will never be plotted from his memory. This lonely creature whose beauti- ful face and golden hair bathed in moon light seemed angelic purity itself, pro- duced such an effect upon him as to cleo trify and change his whole nature. The dark mystery which hung like a pail above her. seemed to only heehten the charm which made her so attractive.
 Almost uneonseioasly they walked down the path to the garden gate. Allen knew not of what they talked, he only seemed to realize that he was i'll the presence of one on whose beauty he could feast his eyes forever. and to the music of whose voice he would never grow weary of listening.
 Her disposition, when not frelghted with q strange. mysterious dread. Was happy, and hellaughtef fell like ripping music upon his enrapturcd ear. But all things must have an end, and=this charm, delightful as t was, must be broken.
 They reached the point where their paths lay in different directions. one 10 the gateof that great, gloomy old house. the other around the enclosure to the village.
 - must 20 in now she said, her face becoming just a little clouded. It Is growing quite late, and l can u0t longer re- main out
 1 ask your pardon if I seem bold, said Allen, hoping to detaln her but a moment longer. .' am very lonesome i'll the village; thcre i5 so little congenial to my nature, and I hope We may see each other occa- sionally.'
 Alternating flashes of crimson and pallor of death swept over her face. and in d voice almost chokcd wIth dread or confusiOn she stammercd:
 Perhaps shall"
 Do you hope 50 = he asked his face full of earnest cagcrncss.
 III don't know-I fear I do" she Stammercd, q look of wild terror coming over her face, which sorcly puzzled him.
 She left without another word. He watched her as she trippcd lightly down the path, and saw hcr. occasionally press her snoW-White handkerchief 10 her eyes. She reached the grim old garden-gate. which she unlocked, and turned her white face 10 him for q moment, waved an adiea with her small jeWeIed hand, and passed in from his sight.
 Allen heavcd a sigh as she disappeared. Dull, indeed, seemed the world when that bright, sunny creature had shut herself within those gloomy old walls, He went slowly homeward, hardly able 10 tear hlm- self from that mysterious old castie-tiize house, which bad become so wonderfully at tractNc b him.
 If she is one of the ghosts that haunt that building would never be frightened from t. he said, as Ee walked down the hill to the village
 II was late, and the church bell was ring ing for evening services when he reached home. Hc had been trained to regularity in his attendance at church, so he hastened away 10 the small house where the good people of Turleys Point met to worship Like most churches the members were not all as good as they should have been, and even prctcnded to be.
 There he saw Tom Simmons and George Strong, both belonging to the same denomi- nation. who broke the bread of life and spped the emblem of the blood of the atone ment on the holy Sabbath, and next day be- gan anew their hostilitic5 and opposition to each others plans.
 Like one in the midst of delightful dream ana wholly oblivious to surround ings, Allen sat throughout the entire ser mon. The preacher, lost in the fog of his own argument, was striving to wade through some mystical proposition, which he did not clearly understand himself, and Allen might be excused from attempting to follow him.
 That niohf angnls with the sNeetnst