The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1890-05-13

who can have done ito" he said,
when he had finished. mo one knows
of this den but myself-not even grand
mother. Perhaps it is a ghost come
back from out Our past grandeur" he
said, with a smile, land a very witty
ghost she is, too" looking at the beauti-
full womanly writing that was mingled
with his own. Il feel deeply indebted
to her for her interference Well, shall
send the story off again, and, if it is
published, that will make my assistant
show up, if she be not a ghost in very
truth" he said. by and by.
81 have brought you the magazine
containing the new story that is Great
ing such Juror just now" said Polly's
father to her one day. Nobody knows
the author, but am told he has made
the hit of the season"
''Oh," said Polly, significantly, when
she had cut the leaves. That was all.
She went up 20 her room, taking the
magazine.
Il believe l shall pay another visit to
my gh~s:s apartment, she said, wnen
she had finished reading the story.
So saying, she scrambled up on the
bookcase, opened the door and went into
the room beyond. Her dress caught on
the door as she passed through and
pulled it to with a click. Before she
had time to extricate herself, she heard
key inserted into the lock on the other
side of the room, the door opened and
man walked in. Polly leaned back
against the wall, frightened.
The young man stood holding the door
in his hand, with startled expression
in his big, gray eyes.
''How-how did you get here?" he
asked, abruptly.
Through the little door here, said
Polly, breathlessly. ut has shut to be-
hind me. Oh, dear, / thought you were
a ghostr'
mo, l think it is you who are the
ghost" said the young man, with a
smile.
won't you open the door for me?"
said Polly, recovering herself.
The young man came up 10 her.
"You are Miss Paschall," he said. 81
have heard my grandmother speak of
you. My name is Richard BlOunt"
Polly turned her beautiful eyes mo-
ment up to his good, ugly face, and held
out her hand to him. He blushed as he
took it, and for a moment neither spoke.
81 fear can not open this little trap
door for you from this SIDE" he said at
last. There is long hall which leads
over your house to the one grandmother
and l occupy now. Come, / will take
you out that way. come all the way
over here so that my light may not dis
turb grandmother at night If your own
apartments are near this, / fear l have
disturbed you" he added, as he held the
door open and she passed out into the
narrow hallway.
go, no." she answered, 81 think / have
only heard you once, and then was in
hopes you were a ghost"
$50 you were caught by the little
spring lock-" said old Mrs. Blount, when
they had found her and Polly's presence
was explained. 81 remember being
fastened in the little square room once.
1t was when l was a young girl, and
here on visit to your Aunt Ellen, Rich
ard. Your grandfather induced me to
climb through the little door, and then
he fastened it behind me. He called to
me that he would not let me out until
had promised to marry him. But come,
we will take Miss Paschall through the
little side door of the library and she
will be at home in moment" said the
old lady
There was a time when / was in
hopes you were a ghost, too" Richard
said to Polly, as he held the door open
for Polly to pass through.
''Why?" asked the girl.
$50 that might hope for further as
sistance in writing my stories," he
answered, with smile.
Not many months had passed, how
ever, before he was telling her he could
not write without her-that he could
not live without her.
swell, / suppose / must make the
sacrifice and marry you Richard, DEAR"
Polly answered, 'if for nothing but to
preserve you from manufacturing such
heroines as yoIr first was before 1 re-
deemed her. "-Philadeiphi Times.