Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-08-12

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 whereabouts to the sorrowing twain, but on reflection I remembered she would never return as they desired, nor hold converse with any one within tho ehvirons of he. 1 birth place, and as she was virtually de:i.l I to them might as well hold my peace. | But when the conversation turned on Sir 1 Rupert, they had but little to offer In his be- | half; although their tones were respectful
 enough, I could sec they had not forgiven 1 him for tho mercilcss doings of an unnatural | father.
 "You must show me the hall and tell nc | the story," l said, as we sat around the
 cheerful wood fire kindled in the great chimney that filled up nearly one whole end | of the apartment. This room was so cheer | ful and pleasant i'll the glamour of the fire | light, as looked about mo and enjoyed it's cozincss, that could not clearly connect its
 genial air with tho huge, shadowy pile l had viewed with such distrust from the | outside; somehow seemed impossible anti
 said as much to my entertainers
 'Oh! indade, an it's your own swatc self
 that knows nothing about this ghostly orJd
 place; no, nothing at all"
 Peggy turned her chair around quickly and faced me with this exclamatory burst
 of Hibernian elocution because had vent ured presume, to throw a shadow of doubt on the SuperStit!ouS stories rife about
 Heatherlelgh.
 Facing mo, she looked as much like {; gen.
 uine ghost as 1 ever care to sec, i'll her
 broad, white, rutt1cd cap and snowy van
 dyke, illunined, so to speak, by tho kcon
 light of her wide-open blue eyos.
 "No, perhaps not" I acquiesced, ''but you
 must take mo over the hall, tell me of the spiritual visitors, and then 1 may under stand it better"
 That Oi will, mo Leddy, in the daytoime,
 whln the spirits rest an thcro be no fears
 ov botherin' yes Oi'll show you the gloomy
 ould apartments
 Spirits never bother me-" I answered,
 bravely. But my courageous and daring
 sentence did not fall on Peggy's ears very kindly, found, for she grew excited at 1 once. Hitching her chair closer to mine,
 and putting her shaky hand on my arm in
 solemn warning, she broke forth:
 'Me Leddy, an it's yerself that'll pay for yer wild spaches this noight in this awful
 place. An yes nlvcr lived at Haythurloigh
 nythur; an niver hearn O tho masthur
 walkin' an walkin all the long, ghostly
 noight until tho cock-crowin' No, yes
 niver hearn tell O tho loikes O that!'' "Howly mothcr" she began again, let
 ting go my arm and dropping into an atti- tude of resignation, "an' tho masthur was
 Q terrible man, an outcn his head for the
 most part O tho time long to'ard the last. An to this day, me Leddy, his ristliss spirit
 be rovin' through the great rooms, and repintin' uv of his thratemcnt uv tho proud.
 hearted childcr. Oh! save us, a-worryin' l and repintin' yet"
 After this burst of tho determined old
 housekeeper gave in and let her have her own way on tho spirit question. I saw at
 once that it pleased tho two old servants exceedingly to think that Peggy had con- verted me to their belief in spiritual mani festations, so I consented by my silence
 and let them believe us they chose. They
 little imagined might be convinced against
 my will. Twas not permitted to enter the
 main building that night, of course not. The masthur moight be a-wallSn'," Peggy explained, with drawn brow and confidcn- 1 tial tone.
 II should suppose that you would not dare 1.-Two here Ut all if Sir Rupert is so restless. Are ou not afraidl" said, when found was refused an evening impse 1 into the hall proper.
 "Och, no," exclaimed Peggy; "wc niver bothqr with hss part O the Establishment, | an he's too much ov q gintleman to inter | the servants dingy rooms"
 laughed at her view of the matter and began to suspect that there was no spirit about Heatherleigh that wandered ct night and dubbed by the inmates Sir Rupert. My room was made ready for mo in tho
 wing and adjoining, that of tho old couple, l for which l felt thankful. After such e | vivid recountal as had heard that even | ing, felt it q privilege to be near fellow mortal i'll the midnight watches. After re- | tiring, found that my nerves wore all un- l strung and could scarcely close my eyes.
 Sleep could not
 l Tick-tock, tick-tock went tho great brass clock in PCppy's room and every vibration
 echoed in my weary head. Ifancied could l hear the tread of ghostly feet on the roof
 overhead, and felt certain that the tireless
 feet of Sir Rupert had stepped down an d
 out of the dcathly shadows of the dark, dank ycws and were now on the repntn' 1 promenade.
 l Alas! if had but known just what was l fated to experience under the Heatherleigh l gables, should have died of fright before
 another day had dawnedl
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