The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1890-02-16


Dora shivered 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 magma
ton conjured 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 iafor-
nation, Dora said;
"Was she not writing somethings"
eyes 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 foundg' 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.
sob, it couldn't be- replied Olive.
Grandfather said they would find his
will in the tower, and even uncle, who
was so very angry, could not disprove it.
If he had found it instead of mother l
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 all the rest to
his other son. There are portraits of
them here in this old closet; let US take a
look at them
After pulling out several articles and
making such a dust they were almost
stifled, they came to the pictures, old
oil paintings that, though much injured
by time and want of care, still preserved
tolerable likeness.
''This was Mr.. Harold Chorley," said
Olive, .sand that Uncle Vincent, don't
know why call him so he was no real
relation to me, and it always makes papa
angry. Yet 1 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 lightheartedness that
won Dora in an instant.
Il believe like Mr.. Vincent Chorley's
the better" she said.
sob, do, great deal. And old Per.
sis, who saw his son, said they were ex
actly alike. You know Mr.. Allinghau
came after mothers death. Clara and ]
went back to scnool Immediately, 50 We
did not see HIM"
'fDid he really try to murder you
papas"
Certainly. Poor fellow, suppose he
was very angry. wonder what has be
come of him. 1t is seven years since he
was here"
Dora could not keep her sympathiei
from straying to the outcast. She had
not atall recovered from her first dislike
! to Mr.. Harton, and it seemed TO her sc
much more natural and right that de
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privileges in preference to those who
could claim only the merest shadow Of
relationship Yet she could not express
these thoughts to her friend, and SO the
conversation soon turned to other themes
and presently they went down to have q
talk with Mrs. Bertrand about ghosts.
Olive staid to tea. and shortly after
dusk servant was sent for. When Jane
was making all safe for the night she
came to the little parlor, where Dora sal
reading alone, as her mother always re.
tired early, and exclaimed:
''Oh, Miss Dora, the tower door Il
/ openl"
The yonng girl sprang up half terrified
the first instant, then, laughing away hei
fear, said:
solve must have forgotten to lock it
Thought it was fast, and that she had
taken the key with her"
i But you won't think Of sleeping with