The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1889-10-27
HER GHOST STORY



She did rot tell the story very often. In
the Grst place she was a woman Of few
words. who loved better 20 listen than 10
talk: and tn the second place. few people
belIeved that the tale when they heard il.
That Is. they did not believe the ghosfiy
part Of Il. and when Miss Tweed saw an
incredulous expression on the faces OF her
bearers she was apt To feel little angry.
Her anger did not burn fiercely, and IL
never lasted long: bat she was one OF the
trteSt little persons in the world, and To be
doubted in the least was painful 10 her. So
that IL was TO easy matter 10 overcome her
reserve; and do not think should ever
have heard her ghost story il certain cir
eumstances had not drawn rS closely To-
gether.
We were sitting in the front parlor OF an
old house among the hills. Not stern hills
with rugged sides and mighty chasms. bat
quiet heights rising gently against the sky
hill that made you think Of peace and
rest The windows looked out upon gar
den, and bepond the gate there was awhlte
road that went winding away until it was
lost 10 sight In the folds OF the green downs.
II was an evening in summer time.
had come to this tranquil bill country
days were spent In a dreamy calm. When
] wanted . companion Miss Tweed came 10
sit with me in the front psrlor. which had
been given up 10 my use. Very soon il
would be her parlor. and her hands were
busiiy making new coverings for sofas and
chairs. But IL could never he greatly al
tered, and no modern decorator would
make II unlike this dim. old-fashioned room.
ffsl Of fSar.
lights and shadows. To me it had always
seemed Q veritabse chamber Of peace
Miss Tweed" said, suddenly break.
ing pause. IL want TO hear your ghost
story
A slight. troubled frown appeared for u
moment on Miss Tweed's forehead, but IL
was frown which did not show III temper
in the least. IL merely betokeued q little
perplexity and indecision.
Mrs. Galloway must have been tattling,
I'm afraid" she remarked. And vet it
isn't her way"
''Shc only said you had a very strange ex-
perience. and when questioned her she
admitted that you had seen ghost"
Edwards mother believes in my ghost
because she believes In me-" Miss Tweed
4
don I think you would. You see you are
wiser and more cultivated than we
are, and you would explain il away
"Yet wisdom and cultivation have never
quite succeeded In explaining away
ghosts" said l.
Anyhow" she answered soIemnly. IL
will tell you one thing. 1 never believed in
ghost ell saw one with my own eyes"
And then she told me her story.
Amy Tweed was born in Hillshire.
scarcely two miles away from the old farm
house In which | met her first IL was a
humble home, but CHEEKY and sweet. as
such country homes ara won't to be when
good folks live in them. The father. Daniel
Tweed, was plain man, but shrewd withal.
and he had managed to put by little
money for his SON Dan and his daughter
Amy.
"You1l be taking a husband one day.
my dear" be used to say to the girl, "and
you won't so to him quito empty handed.
hope he'll be some one who belongs To
this part OF the world, Amy, l don't like
strangers, you know"
II don't think shall ever care for a
stranger. father. she replied, warm color
tingling her cheeks. II am not fond of
new faces myself"
And Daniel Tweed exchanged a meaning
glance With his son Dan, for they both
knew that Amy's heart was given 10 one
who was not stranger. They had seen
her eyes brighten when Noel Bennett came
To spend his holidays with his people at
Orchard farm, and although the BenuettS
had always held their heads above the
Twecsis they had small cause to Ne proud.
For IL was through the influence OF William
Tweed. a shopkeepcr in London. that Noel
had got clerks place in an Office In the
city. To Re sure. the salary was not high
sud Noel was glad Of any help that could
he had from his friends. But nc was a
clever fellow, flu of strong hore ana
ambition, and every one prophesied that he
would make his way in the world.
One evening Daniel Tweed stood leaning
ON his gate and looking pp az the broad
golden slope of the great cernneld that iay
t~tweca his cottage aud Orchard farm.
The heat Of the long July dav MAS over.
and delicate scents came floating toward
him from the tail lilies in his garden
lilies that Amy had always tended with
pride and care. His heart waS fuli OF ANY
a. he stood there in the sweet stiffness OF
the evening. aad as he looked up the slope
he saw two figures coming down, side by
SHE, along the marrow path thas ran
through The corn.
Yes. they had been settling something.
To the last day Of her life AMY will naysr
see the scarlet roppies growing among the
amber earn without thinking OF her early
love A woman never forrrts her trxt
oseg. Although the man who made Il
might ~ ruzrlci II he we're asked whsr.
and where he spoke the words. ste rpmeu,.
hers time and place. She Knows INST thu
sls,s IN the path where he paused and told
her thai he loved her; ard she would rer-
oso.se that spos even Il !; were bsl4.t uran
snd covered over With hricks. and changed
20 AA other eyes. But the place where
N'sei tod his love Is not ehAursi. and tlss,
narrow wsv runs down the slope II the
hessaa eeld - shis very dAy.
Amy t@eS6 sss not thought PRETTY ~
'Ae peotsle 2nsoag Shom she lived. b,tt
even ~ @,asc raTsl early DAYS she never
had quite she casual sspect ~ a caGutrv
EsFl Her e0npsxson vas pais and me
AS daFk-hAlred ard gtay.syed. shile
Yst@s q tae E'rss around her were fair anal
FVSy Nee Reuaef. however. admired her
KTsoefol tKure, and yhe wav ~ whsrh she
ueFe bee eotf0n Fosns and snirle konnets
ant ~ BE sest her gp tc TIE GATE there was
,seas al tstampA ia bis handsome fare
waaca iesa that hs s&s pnsGG OF the Noguan
Sc hs.t son
Aaea taey weFe close 90 hia psnsei