Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1890-10-04

to the lutte; then he gave great cry AMI
plunged his sword in her heart, and tn,
monk fed and the Marchese pursued hin
and his black horse followed him; but thi
monk climbed the cliff and fastened hi
window, and the Marchese fell into the ses
from the cliff, and fearful storm came
suddenly and drowned his cries and bore
| him away and his black horse after him
but the monk did not escape, for the nexl
night he was found dead in his cell, and
unless the Marchese returned and killed
him how could it happen? Anyhow they
say the Marchese haunts that room, and
whenever there is a storm the fisher folk
declare they hear his black horse gallop-
| ing from the castle to the monastery, and
you cannot make an Amalfi-born man
enter the monks cell after night, for the
| Marchese haunts it STILL"
81 don't see what she wanted to love the
monk for, the Marehese was great deal
| thenicest," Janet said when Luigi finished.
"We cannot account for woman's love.
Why do the dear creatures still persist in
| loving mot wisely but too well@" mamma
| said with sigh as she looked at me, and |
dlscreetly kept silent and tried vainly to
| escape from the Marchese's eyes, which
held me in a weird thraldrom. Very soon
we went to our rooms. Mine was sepa-
rated from mammals by small sitting
room, and Janet came in for cosy chat
"Are you lonesome, dearie?" she asked.
"Not particularly; only blue" Thinking
about Harry? l hope will never be that
foolish about anything in trousers" she
said energetically. l disdained to reply,
and presently she said suddenly, "Don't
you like the Count?"
"Do you mean that Partisan fossil %
'No; Guido, of course"
certainly, think he does very well for
an Italian"
II think he is nicer than all the rest of
Europe and America, too, and, Milla, he
says am the only woman he ever loved"
Janet said softly.
"And you believed him?"
EYES," she whispered, putting her arms
around me, and we sat talking until the
storm outswept itself and passed sobbing
into other lands. She took off her basque
and let her hair fall in luxuriant curls over
her bare shoulders, making her look like
one of those lovely long-haired Magda-
lenes Battoni loved to paint, and we would
have spent the night discussing Harry and
Count Guido if mamma had not called
her, and she left me with hurried kiss.
My room hung over the sea, for the water
had taken away the base of the rock, and
as leaned out of the window / saw the
white wild waves dash furiously against
the cliff; each billow rode in with white
crest, tossing as if horde of pale horses
were charging the precipice, shaking their
white names in wrath. | leaned far out,
watching each wild steed dash itself to
pieces against The pitiless rock, and tracing
in the yelled moonlight slippery path
along the precipice which led past my
window, and | wondered If that was the
monks route that night when the Marchese
pursued him and met his death
The bells of st. Andrews rang for mid
night, and closing the window 1 fell
asleep, strangely haunted by the portrait
of the Marchese. was dreaming of him
when | awoke suddenly with conscious
ness that / was not alone in the ROOM
Heavens | was in the haunted cell A
shadow glided between me and the win.
dow. The marrow froze in my bones, my
hair began to rise on my head, and SEN
sation of strange cold nearly CONCEALED the
blood in my veins.
81 have come for my body" the appari-
tion said, in tone that resembled nothing
human.
"Your body Oh dear Marchese w I
cried, overcome by the awful horror of my
situation
my dress-body, Camilla, are you
crazy?" Janet said in muffled voice.
"What in the world do you want with it
at this time of night?' / asked with
revulsion of feeling.
81 put Count Guido's photograph in
that pocket just over my heart, and was
afraid had lost it-but here it is Good
night" She disappeared, closing the door
softly behind her, and after saying all of
the Litany and several hymns, l fell
asleep and was not disturbed until mamma
called me in the morning.
Luigi, didn't / sleep in the haunted
cell?" asked sternly.
Isl, signora, that was why l did not
wish to tell you the Marchese's story" he
answered.
SO that was why you were so melodra-
matte when L crept in; don't say you are
not afraid of ghosts-how you did say 'Oh
dear Marcheser Janet said, laughing.
"Yes, and l will tell what you came for;
l thought you were the young lady who
never intended to be foolish about any
thing in trousers"
"Come, let's say quits" Janet answered
gravely, for Count Guido joined us with
bundle of letters, and she had no idea Of
having him know she cared so much for
his photograph. 1t was not until after she
became the Countess Malatesta that we
ever alluded to our Amalt ghost.-Home
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