The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1891-01-16
RISING SUN, CECIL COUNTY, MD. FRIDAY, JANUARY

he watchedher spell l-bound until he heard
| the marchese coming home, and then he
| glided away, and after that every night
the monk goes to the castle and listens
to the lady singing.
Zone night he listened as usual and the
count did not come back, and the monk
climbed in through the window, and the
lady screamed, but The monk told her he
was holy man and had come to save
her soul from the evil one, and then she
wept and thanked him, and he heard her
confession and found that she was a
Spanish lady whom the Saracens had
captured and had sold to the marchese,
and while she was speaking they heard
the marchcse's horse galloping from the
sea, and she hid the monk in dark closet
in the wall, and he crept out when
the marchese was asleep, and went to
his CELL for he could climb in from the
cliff, and the other Capuchins never
dreamed that he went out at night. After
that every evening the monk and the
lady met in the old castle, and when
they heard the loofs of the marchese's
horse the monk left, and the beautiful
lady loved the monk better than the
marchese, and she would hide him in
the closet, and when the marchese slept
| she would meet the monk under the cas-
| tie wall, and many moonlight hour
| they spent together, and the monk was
wildly happy, and yet at times he was
| wretched, for he knew he was perjured
man and that he had given his soul for
woman's heart. Finally one night the
marchese suspected something, and in
stead of riding home he left his horse at
the bridge, and he entered softly and
found the monks arm around the lady,
and she was singing to the Lutte. Then
he gave a great cry and plunged his
sword in her heart and the monk fled
and the marchese pursued him and his
black horse followed him; bit the monk
| climbed the cliff and fastened his win
dow, and the marchese fell into the sea-
| from the cliff, and a 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
next night he was found dead in his cell,
and unless the marchese returned and
killed him how could it happen? Any
how, they say the marchese haunts that
room, and whenever there is storm the
fisher folk declare they hear his black
horse galloping from the castle to the
monastery, and you cannot make an
| Amalf-born man enter the monks cell
after night, for the marchese haunts it
still !"
| II don't see what she wanted to love
the monk for, the marchese was great
deal the incest, Janet said when Luigi
| finished.
"We cannot account for woman'slove,
mamma said with sigh as she looked
at me, and discreetly kept silent and
tried vainly 10 escape from the mar
chese's eyes, which held ms in a weird
! thraldom. Very soon we went to our
rooms Mine was separated from mann
mas by small sitting room. and Janet
came in for cozy char. "Are you lone
some, dearie ~ she asked. "Not partic-
ularly; only blue. :" Thinking about
Harry. hope I will never be that fool
ish about anything in trousersl" she said
energetically. 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 we'll
for an Italian.
Il Think he is nicer than all the rest of
Europe and America, too. and Milla, he
says l am the only woman he ever loved,
Janet said softly.
"And you believed him 2"
"Yes," she whispered, putting her
arms around me; and we sat talking un-
til the storm outswept itself and passed
sobbing into other lands. She took off
her basque and let her hair fall in lux
uriant curls over her bare shoulders,
making her look like one of those lovely
long haired Magdalenes 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 I
leaned out of the window I saw the
white wild waves dash furiously against
the cliff, and wondered if that was the
monks route that night when the mar
chese pursued him and met his death.
The bells of st. Andrews rang for mid
night, and closing the window / fell
asleep, strangely haunted by the portrait
of the marchese. l was dreaming of
him, when l awoke suddenly with a
consciousness that was not alone in
the room. Heavens! was in the haunt
ed celll A shadow glided between me
and the window. The marrow froze in
my bones, my hair began to rise on my
head, and sensation of strange cold
nearly congealed the blood in my veins.
IL have come for my body, the ap-
partition said, in tone that resembled
nothing hnman.
"Your body! Oh, dear marchesel" 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 a
revulsion of feeling.
II put Count Guido's photograph in
that pocket Just over my heart, and I
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 | fell asleep and was not dis
turbed until mamma called me in the
morning.
Luigi, didn't sleep in the haunted
cell?" asked sternly.
Isl. Signora, that was why / did not