The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1891-05-23

looked at him. was fully persuaded
that looked upon form that was not
OF the earth-eartAy--a shadow with
out substance.
"For whom are you lookingp"
No answer; but he turned full fair
face to the light, raised the hand on
which the spark OF fire burned. and
| pointed to the dormer window, on
! which the moonlight was falling.
Miss Dalwellp"
No answer, only the silent, appraised
hand and the motionlcss figure. be-
gan to SILVER with fear. The cold
perspiration gathered In beads upon
my forehead, and trying to ory out, my
tongue grew paralyzed. had never
tainted In my life. but now felt q
strange. dizzy sensation creeping over
me. My mother met me. At the
sight OF her found my senses again.
"You have seen something, Louise.
she said. as she looked into my white
face.
las sure Us you live. mamma, / saw
n ghost, and he Is after Miss Dalwell.
Spence sat down In rose-bush from
sheer fright, and Fido howled and
took to his heels. while alone staid
till the lights were out. May we have
supper nowp"
The weeks went merrily. We be-
came acquainted with other families
in the vicinity, and spent the time in a
continuous round OF gayety. Indeed.
may as well say here that our hap
piest hours were spent away from our
own home. The atmosphere there
began to grow uncanny. Under the
old roof by day or night there was
never unbroken quiet. Doors seemed
to be always opening and shutting
from unaccountable draughts; windows
broke their lines and came crashing
down; shutters swung to and fro when
the air was stirless; dishes ratified in
their places, and nothing about the
house seemed to rest upon q secure
foundation.
Look here, Aunt judith" Cousin
Frank began, one morning at the
breakfast table, II believe there Is q
ghost about this house that needs
laying. ! locked my door on going to
bed last night. but this morning when
I awoke found it wide open"
That's nothing" Lefty Gray ex-
claimed. Mine has served me that
trick more than once haven't
thought Of being afraid"
who said anything OF fear, Miss
Lettyp"
II think Louise would. II she could
speak," Frank answered, quickly,
springing up from the table and DASH
ing glass OF water in my face.
1t brought me to my senses just as
they were failing me. Close to Miss
Dalwell's chair ! had seen a figure
standing, tho same that l had seen
weeks before in the shadow of the
trees.
BE 80 kind rs to let this foolish
talk drop" my mother said, and
Immediately began to talk eloquently
Of book which she had been reading.
As / left the table Miss Dalwell
whispered in my ear: "You saw him
AGAIN."
YES"
'.By my chairP"
''By your chair!
Come out in the garden with me.
she said, putting an arm about my
waist. II want to tell you something.
This man has not come here to harm
you; alone draw him hither. Years
ago he was my lover. one whom re-
jected for what thought good cause.
had worn his ring, and returned 1t to
him. He died a short time after but
before his death wrote me q letter In
which he said that, above or below, on
earth or in heaven, that ring should be
worn on my finger again. That Is all.
What will come Of it God only knows,
but day and night am haunted as
though were guilty of some fearful
crime!"
Poor Miss Dalwell" 1 said, pity
ingly.
But one night the end came. 1t was
moonlight again, and outside not d
breeze stirred the foliage. We were
sitting in groups on the wide veranda,
when from Miss Dalwell's lips arose
such q shrek that the blood curdled
in our veins. 1t was followed by a
seconds silence. then my mother sprung
to her side. She lay back in her chair
stark and still; her eyes set in fright,
her jaw fallen. Not word was
spoken, but each one Of that terrified
group saw upon the fourth finger OF her
left hand golden circlet with dia-
mond burning in its center. The poor
creature wore her lovers ring at last.
All was useless; Miss Dalwell was
dead!
Years have passed since that night,
and looking back to It through the
softening mists Of time can but won
der whether or no my mothers. friend
was sane woman. Be that as 1t may,
/ tell you the ''ower true tale" as
experienced 1t.
Good Manners.
Cood manners are the blossom OI