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gold piece the day before, and told him
that if he would go to the boat-house
and wait there until midnight, and
if he did as she told him, he should
have the gold piece.s.,Of course the boy
gladly consented.
"Tim, Tim! are you there? Come
quickly, for the moon will soon be
and T want you to help me carry this
down to the lake. will then give you
the gold piece, and at the end of two
months, if you have told no one what
you did tonight, I will give you an
other. Come on, boy; We must hurry. "
"Oh, ,missis-me-me-'fraid! She
am q woman-a dead woman. and me
'iraid O. her ghost. Me don't want to;
me 90 home"
"You cursed little coward, come on,
Or will shoot you instantly"
She drew o small pearl-handled pis-
tol from her pocket and pointed it at
the poor frightened boy. At the sight
of the weapon his whole body shook as
if it would fall to pieces, while his
bony, crooked knees made quite noise
as they knocked against each other.
He glanced at the pale, silent nurse,
and then at the face of the half-mad
woman.
"Uh! me awfully fraid!'
But at the sight of the pistol he
stopped to help lift the limp, ifeless
body and carry it to the lake. 1t was
quite distance to the lake from the
back of the mansion.
Had it not been Jeannette would not
have brihed the imbecile TO help her.
They SsSuy reached the lake under
cover of the bushes in the park.
"Stop, Tim! Here is the place; now
wait a minute, until can get your
money" .
But before she gave him the promised
money she quickly drew long, sharp
knife from a sheath that hung at her
side, and stabbed that poor, innocent,
unconscious nurse through the heart.
She then quickly pushed the body
through q small hole in the ice that
she had made early that evening with
the intention of using it ii necessary,
The knife was still fast in the nurses
heart.
"Oh! me don't want money! Ne tell,
me tell ALL You wicked-me tel-me
tell Her ghost will kill you, it will
Oh, it's comm now!"
The boy had started to run away and
tell.
Dead men tell no tales!" Jeanette
hissed, between her teeth, and before
the boy had taken but . few steps-a
slight cracking noise, bright fash,
and the simple Tim fell back dead.
As the pistol cracked, but too late
to save the boy, something darted by
Jeanette and whispered "Don't!' in
her ear.
As the speoter or whatever it was
passed her, a cold, chilly feeling
pierced the very center of her black,
wicked heart-a deathly expression
spread over her handsome, wild fea-
lures, and she sank back into the snow
as if the specter had struck her dead.
For some unaccountable reason Mrs.
Bristol was very restless the night Of
this terrible tragedy, and about mid
night she went to Lenoras room to
see if Ter little favorite was resting
we'll. As she entered the room and
softly glided up to the bedside, she in
stantly drew back and uttered stiaed
CRY ofalarm.
"Oh, heavens, she is dead! Have
mercy, Heavenly Father, upon us!"
The poor, nervous, frightened woman
ran to the nurses room, but she was
not there.
Nurse, nurse! where are you? What
has happened?"
But there was no response to her
call, and the nurse could not be found.
She then went back to Lenora's bed
and took the cold, limp little form in
her arms.
"My poor little darling, speak to me
once more. Look at me for the love
that you have for my boy; it would
kill him when he returns if he should
find you cold in death.
"Oh, God, can't you give her back
TO us? Why I love her so dearly I
do not know, but she is one Of your
little lambs and I love her.
Live, live, my child, for my boys
sake, il not for mine!'
She laid Lenora back upon the pill
lows, and then pressed her hand over
the little flutterine heart
Thank Gol, She I1ves; but oh,
pity-what can it all mean?
II smell chloroforrn; ah, yes, the
room is full of it and she is now under
the influence of that drug! What can
it mean and where is the nurse?
"Oh, everything seems against US,
and I fear we shall lose her yet"
She then went to the medicine chest
and got bottle of brandy, and began
to bathe Lenora's face and hands and
rub them roughly with her own. By
and by the pulse became stronger and
the eyes were slowly opened.
"What has happened? Tell me, if
you can, my child" Lenora shook
her head in reply, for it seemed that
she could not speak. Mrs. Bristol
then gave her little wine.
"You feel better now and can tell
me, can't you?'
eyes. Some one came and tried to
smother me to death. and then some
one else came in and tried to stop her,
and--then don't remember any more,