The Arizona sentinel., 1888-08-18
A STRANGE STORY.
Tormented Once Year by an Evil
 Spirit.

l received one morning, a year or sn
 ago, an invitation from an old school
 mate whom had not seen since leav-
 ing college, to come and dine with him
 at his residence on Staten Island.
 Alfred Macray and I had been good
 though not intimate friends at college.
 Macray was hardly the sort of man you
 could make chum of; yet for all that
 we enjoyed each others society.
 After the gates of our beloved Alma
 Mater had closed behind us our paths
 had diverged. At first wanted to try
 literature, but the desire did not last long; Igave it up and drifted into com mercial life. In fact, was at present
 holding a seat in one of the exchanges. As for Alfred Macray, his course had
 been very different. After graduation he had been elected to fill fellowship in letters in his Alma Mater; after holding the fellowship a year he had gone abroad to study and had remained ever since. He had only published one volume as yet. It was on some lit erary topic, Studies in the Renais- sance," l think it was. I had bought the book, for the authors name on the cover. Whether my years spent in commercial pursuits had dulled my sense of literary perception. 1 do not know. but I remember yawning over the book, although I made it a point to tell all my friends it was beautifully written. While Macray was abroad had been told that he had come into a fortune, but that was all I had heard of him for more than five years. took up the letter of invitation and re- read it.
 I've have moved to Staten Island. do not know whether you have heard of my marriage or not. I have been married now over year. I met her first in Heidelberg two years ago. She is a Bostonian. She was Miss Creighton. I have chosen Staten Island because it is quiet and it is near New York. I have brought with me from abroad a large amount of mate rial which, when 1 have time, I am going to work into a book" etc., etc.
 made up my mind to go, and sit ting down at once wrote letter ac- cepting the invitation for the follow ing evening.
 As I stepped out on the platform of the Staten Island railroad the next evening, saw a tall figure, which I recognized at once as Macray. We were soon shaking hands warmly; then he led me to his carriage and we drove rapidly to his house.
 I found my friend more fascinating than ever. had always admired him, but now, fresh from his years spent abroad, after having mingled with all sorts and conditions of men, he was to me quite irresistible.
 We were good half hour in the carriage before we entered the drive to Burnver house.
 We were warmly welcomed by Mrs. l Macray. I confess had been anxious to meet her, for 1 knew Macray was very fastidious.
 She was slightly above the medium height, with very pretty figure, dark hair and brown eyes. Her manners were charming, but then no one could reside long with Macray without in- sensibly acquiring that characteristic.
 After dinner, Macray and I fingered over our cigars talking over old col lege days Finally, at Macray's sug- gestion, we adjourned to the library It had originally been, was told, an artists studio, the principal light coming from above; but there were also windows on two sides. There was an enormous fire place, with lops ready to be lighted, and easy chairs were scattered about; several beauti- full paintings hung on the walls, with here and there delicate etching; and Rs for books, they were every where. true book lover's paradise! Macray and I were so busy looking at his as he called his books, that we did not hear slight step. ''May I come in?" "Ah, Madge, is it you? It is too pad to have neglected you; but you 1now when get among my books I forget every thing else. " 'Yes, I am getting decidedly jeal- { JUS of them" said his wife. { Well, Madge, we will join you in ust two minutes. I must show Jack l hat Cruikshank l picked up ip Lon I op.1 II