The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1890-01-18

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most blotted out by sends of flying RAIN
clouds. A dreary prospect truly! though,
here and there might be caught gimps 5
of the winding Tyne: Wexham,s Abbey
tower could from time to time be seen,
while Rilstons ruined walls occasionally
revealed themselves in fitful CLEANS OF
sunset light
I'm sick of it," l exclaimed, believ-
ing myself to be alone, most thoroughly
and heartily sick of it,"
~Of what. my friend? The weather or
the placer In either case l can only say
YOU are most Ingrateful man"
The speaker was the doctor of the es-
tablishment, who had followed ne out
unperceiyed. He was considerably
older man than myself; yet, notwithstand-
ing yearly twenty years disparity i'll our
ages. and only two weeks acquaintance
ship, an intimacy had sprung up between
us which might well have been dignliied
by the name of friendship. He more
reserved than I, but when he spoke about
himself it was of his life in India as an
army surgeon; and certainly that country
had left its marks On him.
lie was not tall, but a soldier-evefy
inch of him; and his head, which WAS
partially bald, would have delighted a
phrenologist. | had dabbled a little III
the Scfeucc VI IuieHotoSS LII oSil, "Aea
may say here that DR.. Gascoigne's cram
ium was one of the finest | ever saw.
Yes, You are decidedly an migrate,
continued the Doctor. You arrived here
fortnight ago broken down invalid.
The fine air, the rest not to mention my
cheerful society, have made you-
1Convalescent. Therefore, what posi-
bic reason have / for remaining? am a
poor man, as | told you, Doctor; and, ex-
cept for the generosity of my employers,
could not have afforded to come here.
But they consider my health of service to
them, so on my return tomorrow l mean
to get into harness and devote myself to
working off my debt. | am not alto
gether an migrate, you see"
You are really going tomorrow"
Il have decided to leave by the first
train In the morning.
| had scarcely answered him when
mud despatched travelling carriage dash
ed up to the door. The top OF it, even
the driving seat, was piled with luggage.
One of the horses was ridden by post
boy
We stood aside 10 watch. unseen, tie
new arrivals. Apparently they We're by
no means unexpected, for the manager
and manageress came promptly upon tho
scene; and two men with carrying chair
laSteQeu 10 the carnage door,
The first to alight from tue vehicle was
lady. seemingly Of middle nge; NO.
man whose transparent, delicate features,
care-worn expression-but, above all, heI
Hurried and anxious manner-N ould any
where have attracted notice. Her
closely braided hair was smooth and
light; her brows and exclusives colorless-
almost white. She spoke a few words to
Mrs. Hill, the manageress, though the
reply of the latter was alone audible.
We have very few visitors i'll the hous g
now, madam; aud | have done all | can
to insure privacy. This is the tea hour
and think the invalid may easily be
taken to your apartments unobserved."
There was then no chance of escape
for either DR.. GascoigIe or myself
Willingly or unwillingly, we must remain
where we We're stationed, AMI witness
the entrance of this invalid whom it was
evidently desired no visitors prying ewes
should see.
The lady went down the steps and re
turned presently. walking beside the carry
Ing-cEair, on which reciined a figure
wrapped in long dark mantle, and
closely yelled.
At the moment of passing NE, however
gust of wind swept through the portico
and, as though i'll some mad frolic, flung
back the veil from the recumbent figure
What met my sight2 Why, the laughing
gaze of a pair of the darkest, mos
roguish eyes Imaginable! The rest of the
features were handsome to degree,
though they wore somewhat disdainful
expression, while slis htly satirical curl
on the exquisite'y chiseled lips added 10
rather than detracted from fascin-
ating beauty of the face.
The elder lady, with an impatient ges.
ture, replaced the veil, keeping her hand
On it, and bending forward, spoke words
seemingly of angry and harsh expostala-
tion. half-stified ripple of laughte,
was waited toward me as the little pro
cession passed along the hall
When Gascoigne and / were once more
alone. touched him on the sleeve. "Ye
gods, what lovely girl | cried;
| then stopped suddenly for felt his arm
tremble.
He had turned pale as ashes, and
he had seen a ghost. With mutlered
excuse he left me, and l saw him no more
| that night.
Some hours later. l inspected the Wis
| itors book. The names OF Mrs. and
| MISS Hargreavt appeared to he newly GU
| tered there: the numbers of their rooms,
-, IS, and %
Long after the gas was extingnished
and every sound in the house was hushed,
sat mp smoking in my room, thinking of
| those laughing gypsy eyes, and the
strangely beautiful face; specializing,
| too, on the signs of the Doctors emotion,
and wishing that the incident had o.
Cured aweek earlier, so that the dizziness
| of that far RieRte time might have been
| relieved by endeavors to clear up the
mystery.
GuapTEu