Daily Yellowstone journal., 1889-09-03
Aud last night il was

Goodness meT exclaimed Joanna,
''who do you take us ror7"
you're Mrs. Moline, said the wo'
man indifferently. "And t'other ones
Betsy Pierrepont. Now, come on
auckland Lett have no more chin
nusicV'
Through the rather moldy SMELL
ing walls of the OLE hall the two
frightened women were dragged up a
dilipidated staircase, into two rooms
lighted only by an entry amp shining
into high transoms Over their doors.
A truckle bed and a chair formed the
sole furniture.
Harry sat down, trembling in every
limb as she heard the key crate harsh
ly in its lock, followed by the depart.
ing footsteps of the red haired female.
Where am II" she asked herself.
What is going 10 happen TO met oh.
is this a dreadful dream, from which
| shall be sure to awakel Joanna,
Joannal where are youf"
She rattleda I the handle of the door;
she beat desperately at the widowed
walls of her prison she called aloud,
raising her voice to its utmost pitch.
At last her summons proved Of
some use. Quick footsteps glided
along the hall.
What is itf" said a soft voice
through the keyhole. my poor dear,
you are worse tonight Shall call
DR.. De Ray3"
Presently the door opened; a pleas.
ant faced old lady came in, carrying a
lamp, and followed by a tall, hand.
some man.
Harriet sprang TO meet them.
Let me outT' she cried. For
heavens sake, let me outl"
The old lady stopped in amazement.
Good gracious mel" cried she, lit
isn't Betsy Pierrepont at all-it is a
young girl, and a perfect stranger!"
II am Harriet Seldom" said the
captive, breathlessly; and Grisly
Grange belongs TO my ANGLE, Squire
Bernard Selden. And | was coming
here with my housekeeper TO get the
place ready for summer boarders."
my dear" said the old lady, there
has been some very awkward mistake
here. This is a Sanitarium for Elderly
Ladies of Weak Mind. We have rent
ed Grisly Hall for one year. with the
privilege of ten years lease-and we
only moved in yesterday. OF course
there was some unavoidable con-
fusion, and il is evident that my at
PENDANTS have mistaken you for one
of the poor ladies who was trying TO
get back TO her former home"
"And its evident" bawled the voice
of Joanna, from the adjoining tran
som, where her face was visible like
one of the cherubs Of Raphael, that
therell be a law suit unless we're let
out pretty considerable soon. Unlock
the door, somebody, or there'll be
TROUBLED"
So the frightful dream came TO a
happy ending in the coy of
Mrs. Thatcherly. the matron, where
they all had tea, with DIR. De Ray to
share il with them.
This is not the first complication
we have had, said the doctor, laugh
ing. IA long haired artist made his
appearance this morning, declaring
that he had rented this place for three
months. So persistent was he that we
were obliged TO compromise matters
by abandoning TO him the entire use
of a curious stone tower, or observar
tory, on the hill, where he is going to
set up his studio"
And how are you going 10 CON-
promise with met" asked Harry,
gravely.
'0h," said the doctor, ''thati is quite
another question"
But it was compromised in due time.
Joanna remained as assistant house.
keeper TO Mrs. Thatcher. Harriet
Selden countermanded her order for
furniture. canned provisions and city
boarders, and returned, somewhat
crestfallen, TO Uncle Selden and Aunt
Tabitha, without having redeemed the
family fortunes.
But, after all" calmly remarked
the latter, there's no harm done"
I'm not sure of that, said Uncle
Selden. II might be, if it wasn't for
that handsome asylum doctor coming
so often 10 visit us about repairs and
improvements to Grisly Grange"
And Harry blushed radiantly, and
said:
Don't, unclel" - Helen Forrest
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