The Ouachita telegraph. [volume] (Monroe, La.) 1865-1889, 1888-10-27

delicate feet were actually bleeding
irom her long walk up the icy hillside
aud over the crusted snow. ~, ,,.,,
After having been tsodssly pat q
bed however, she became sulnn6a0AlI
|eouposed to reply to the nv Qaes0eaA
We1cA had been put 20 Aa4. M ~
tAAt aAosWae LUen EllloAA, ~
The vlllaBe e4Reeon; tAa$sAo A0 lAe4H
been taken ifom school 81 i1j66oa&ls
nervousness and sent 20 hlQy ysue .AGknA
cal Treatment, tbal aAas Ae1kaoo
aud loneliness had made Aoa ,wuGlA
She had occasionally walked "a deep
before, hut only about sHo shoos9 ia
9rouuds at hums, An6 io0s t1AAse
moonlight nights. .lthsok Vie 0ooe
oswitches me-" abe aald. Ayalliee
Through her tears. Thai night ~
had, before golag to bed, locked acspp
the little valley to The pleaaAns hoAea
on the hill, watching the cA11kAA
Christmas lights glesnluG thloueA ~
trees, and l0nge1 to 10 one ofi -
happy party there, though she was q
stranger to sll. .s''s g
SAe had cried herself TO- sleep, che
said, aud that was ~ she Iknew a. Aor
mysterious tramp over SuoU and stoAee
and lce. Not'1-memosyysn0e.
could shs recall TIL, the momeut WAp0
she aoAad- heraalf atandln9 ON u1haA
hearth Ia her night dress with % many
wondering eyes fixed upon her.. - ~
ooh, dear what do you ,thtoe q
met What can you thtuks ! Of, 40,
uow !" -,-..-.-,~-.--,-..-..-......s,
ssNever mind what we think Of Ya1,
my poor child" said the good, moth.
erly Mrs. Perctval ;"we iove YOU ~
ready, go drink this onice hot ssAse
winS aud 60 to sleep." uejfYasnsri y,
The poor child got --iiille natUsal
sleep, and In the morniug sppeav4
somewhat less gh0s,ly than Sha aP-
partition OF Christmas night. Hut SH4'
was stlil very pale, with q pA1A1llk,
shy, grleved look. She was sv@beloe
lsss from exposure than wss sxpecAe6,
but more from the nervous shock q
the night before and by the atlvico ~
her uncle, who had been sut6th ouo0,
consented to remain with |isesl SuoW
friends for d few dAyD. = 7oiauaR 3
Young John Peroival WAS hooDjtae
bly, kind to the invited ,guest. yaOs
seeming to pevceive that che SkfnDh
from his attention In 4 sensitive, 1Ie.
quisted way. Yet when hin asysa Woeo
not ON her, che was -obesevaA .. sta6y
his face with a peculiar, inQulsluR e.
preston. She could not som0nAes
having seen that face at the ESaflui
moment Of her awaking, ana 70 She
hoped he had not been . witAsasI III
thas walking trance, and she sevapdsd
II with Absolute horror. sa sqp,i ayra
Finally, ON the last day Of her. ,Vlsit,
finding herself alone with him fot {
mo oment, under desperate imPalss
she asked: "Did you, too, Gee n,e thai
nisht, Mr.. Perclval ?'' 70 ffH'HT y
He was touched by the trembls 10
tho voice aud the wIstful look In the
dark eyes, bat he answered A0uesaly :
~ cannot deny that did sec you.''s
"Ob, sir! what must yon hays
thought? ?" ....-.-
"Thought? why I thought II ghosts
would always come Ia such shape I
would never fear thsn more" !'St9nd
The shy smile and rosy blush tAat
bis playful answer called forth soem0d
drst to reveal to the young cOsleeiaa
the pale, sad vision OF that night ~ 4
lovely walking flesh and blood reality.
We never heard Of Luly Elliot s'rs-
visiting tbe glimpses OF the naoon's q
q tonnambulist after this bas va
heard that on another Christmas oighi
che stood on the hearth Of tho old lasaz
house, dressed all in white, 10 ihs
midst Of the same family circle, aud
she gazed about her and said: 81 am
afraid ! am walking In my islssl
sSaIn," and then put up her hsnds ID
n pretty, deprecstIng way, ana ADDED
"bnt II am, John, don't wake me-"
Il, LETTER FROM JEFF DAVIS.