The Arkansaw traveler., 1889-07-20

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 The story that seems to be most generally credited Is that this tower was built about sixty years ago by . Mir. Llewellyn, better known as the founder of Llewellyn Park, N. !. Mir. Llewellyn is said to have been . Spiritualist of wonderful mediumistic powers. Tables moved and rspped at his command in . marvellous way, and startling communications were in- duced from the spirit world. He was, moreover, profoundly versed in the occult arts and sciences, and his neigh bors looked upon him with awe. MT. Llewellyn was a widower and the father of an only daughter-a beauti- ful young girl, whom he tenderly loved. The daughter died. Thence forth he devoted most of his time to communing with her in the spirit. For this very purpose he built that tower and impatiently awaited It's completion. Every night thereafter, whether the stars shone In a clear sky or the tempest howled Its dismal lamentations through the neighboring trees, he never failed to seek the top of his sombre column, there to spend hour after hour in blissful communion with the spirit of his dead child. There are those who have seen at such times light Of surpassing brilliancy resting for moment on the summit of the tower, while others claim to have heard on these occasions soft and limpid melodies ofsupernatural sweet ness proceeding from its vicinity.
 After climbing over fences, walking through fields of corn and tangled bushes, the reporter suddenly found himself on the bow of & gentle grassy slope surrounded by tall, spreading trees, in the midst Of which stood the grim and ghostly ruin he sought. It was now almost dark. Through the foliage he could perceive here and there faint light from some cottage In the valley below, while around him not the faintest sound broke the still ness of the evening. Mounting the little stone steps at the base of the tower, he entered through the half opened door, and lighting a match, began to climb the circular wooden stairway. Before he had gone ten steps he found himself stumbling over bricks and stones strewn in all direc- tions, occssioned, as he afterward learned, by stroke of lightning which had partially shattered the top of the figure, flooding the interior with a mass of debris. Lighting another match, however, he proceeded carefully, bent on getting to the top, if possible, but the few matches he had soon gave out, and he was forced to grope his way in total darkness. It seemed an hour had elapsed when he found himself peering through one of the narrow windows from which in the gloom the tops of the trees could indistinctly be seen. A few moments later he had reached what he then pre- sumed to be the highest window. Everything below was blackness, while above the heavy rain clouds swept across the face of the sky. Farther up, the steps had been almost entirely blown away, and the ascent had to be abandoned.
 The reporter was completely cov- cred with dirt from head to foot after he came down. He stood for moment at the base of the tower, and as he looked up once again at the grim figure before him, the moon suddenly shot athwart the breaking clouds and revealed a plank he had placed through the uppermost window, thus enabling him to know that he had been within A few feet of the ton.