The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1890-02-15

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"Hege 'Oas Ohere they found my mother"
Dora shivered a little as the picture
presented itself TO her mind. All the
long summer day Mrs. Chorley had sat
there, never needing the sunshine or the
darkness Of purple twilight slowly deep
ening into night. Dora had seen her
portrait, and the vivid, girlish imagina-
ton cOniured her up again, until she
could almost seem to see her. More to
break the spell of terror that was creep
ing over her than gain any real infor-
nation, Dora said:
"Was she not writing somethingf'
"Yea." replied Olive. "Old Persis, who
used to live with mother when she was
Mrs Chorley, and was afterwards our
nurse, came over that night to search for
her. Papa was very angry, and dis
charged her when she said mother
meant to make known some secret about
the will"
Suppose some day another will should
be found2" the true will, Dora was on the
point of adding, for Jane inclined to the
belief with which old Persis had tinctured
the neighborhoOd; and in spite of her love
for Olive, Dora had always experienced
leaning that way.
"Oh, 1t couldn't be-" replied Olive.
"Grandfather said they would find his
viii in the tower, and even uncle, who
was 50 very angry, could not disprove it.
II he had found it instead Of mother ]
suppose he wouldn't have said word.
Only Persis says he loved Uncle Vincent
the better, and it is strange he should
give him so little and leave ali the rest to
his other son. There arc portraits OF
them here in this old closet; let us take q
look at them"
After pulling out several articles and
making such a dust they were almost
stified, they came to the pictures, old
oil paintings that, though much injured
by time and want of care, still preserved
a tolerable likeness.
'Trhis was Mr.. Harold Chorley," said
Olive, "and that Uncle Vincent. don't
know why call him so; he was no real
relation to me, and il always makes papa
angry. Yet cannot help feeling sorry
for him."
Both were portraits Of young men, the
elder dark, stern, with piercing, jetty
eyes and an abundance Of black, curling
hair. The other was much fairer, with
hair of a rich chestnut, and laughing
eyes Of . most indescribable hue. The
whole face wore frank, generous ex.
preston, a happy lightheartodneas that
won Dora in an instant,
Il believe like Mr.. Vincent Chorley't
the better" she said.
"oh, do, a great deal. And old Per
sis, who saw his son, said they were ex
actly alike. You know MIR. Allinghanl
came after mothers death. Clara and ]
went back TO school Immediately, - w
did not see him."
Ibid he really Try to murder you
papA2
certainly. Poor fellow, suppose he
was very angry. wonder what has be
come of him. 1t is seven years since hG
was here
Dora could not keep her sympathieI
from straying to the outcast. She haG
not atall recovered from her first dislikt
to Mr.. Harton, and II seemed TO her sC
much moro natural and right that de
scendant Of the family should inherit it,
privileges in preference to those who
could claim only the merest shadow oi
relationship. Yet she could not express
these thoughts 10 her friend, and 20 the
conversation soon turned TO other themes
and presently they went down 70 have G
talk with Mrs, Bertrand about ghosts.
Olive staid TO tea, and shortly after
lusk servant was sent for. When Jane
was making all safe for the night she
came 70 the little parlor, where Dora sat
reading alone, as her mother always re-
tired early, and exclaimed:
"oh, Miss Dora, the tower door d
openP
The young girl sprang up half terrified
the first instant, then, laughing away hel
fear, said;
solve must have forgotten to lock it
Thought it was fast, and that she had
taken the key with her"
"But you won't think Of sleeping with
out FIRST having that shuts Come, let u
go lock It"
al do believe you are afraid, Jane
We have lived here two months, and NJ
ghost has made its appearance. Did yoV
suppose it was fastened up Ia the towerf
"Don't laugh, Miss Dora. Pm not q
sure, after all, there isn't something o
the sort don't see how that woman
could rest in her grave with such bur
den on her mind. / should not be at al
surprised to see her come walking dow
stairs some day with the true viii in he
, hand"
Hush, Jane. Mamma says ID is wronI
10 pay 80 much attention to gossip. Ol
/ ives mother couldn't have forged a will
} and Mr.. HRrton, you know, had been 4
! the village only q short time. Probabl
} it's all right. You'll have 30 turn thi
, key, though; the look Is rusted. There
] good night, ghost"
! The fearless child laughed lightly 9
they returned 10 the parlor, elicitin
, James warnest admiration for her BRAY
p cry. After tho sarvant left her Ii
b book dropped listleasly from her hand
a and Bhe fell 10 a revorie about Alllnl
. ham Chorley and his father, whose pol
G trait had made % deep an impression o
& her mind,
q The neat day Olive came over 10 a.
, nounoe that she was going 70 travel Wit
= her father and sister, and would prol
! ably be ab0ent 3 nonth. The mad vi
d packing, and they expooted b sta'
q early The neTt morning. Dora was rea
v lyerIy 20 lc1a heg e1lpapiop, llt VIA
q 1t